The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 740

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Chapter 740

Glen’s smile deepened as he observed Raon’s pupils wavering with bewilderment.

‘This is my answer.’

I had deliberated extensively.

Whether I should summon Raon and directly inquire about his circumstances, or manipulate the Black Market and the Bi-Yeon Society to conduct covert investigations. Beyond all that, I had agonized over whether I even possessed the right to hear Raon’s story.
Beyond all that, I also agonized over whether I even had the right to hear about Raon’s circumstances.

After burning down the Robert Family, various thoughts swirled in his mind, and he couldn’t even properly look at Raon.

“Thanks to that simple guy, I got my answer.”

Ogram’s words jolted Raon’s dizzy mind back to clarity just as he was unable to make a judgment about Raon.

Upon hearing Ogram’s declaration that he would trust that child to the end since his life was saved thanks to Raon, the darkness that had filled his mind suddenly cleared.

“But I’m different from that idiot.”

It meant I would trust him because I had watched over this child from birth until now.
It meant that because she was a child she had watched over since birth until now, she would trust her.

Sylvia would think that she came to the Annex Building after 100 days had passed, but he had been watching over that child ever since the moment Raon was called Sunlight.

Because I was there for every moment—his first cry, his first steps, his first laugh, his first training, his first sparring match, his first mission, and everything leading up to becoming an official inspector—I knew the child named Raon better than anyone else.

“Raon’s real talent isn’t martial arts.”

Strong against the strong, weak against the weak. No one embodied this principle more perfectly than he did.
Strong to the strong, weak to the weak. There was no one to whom the saying “strong to the strong, weak to the weak” fit so perfectly.

“Thanks to that, Zigheart’s reputation rose even beyond its peak.”

By now, rumors had spread across the Continent that Zigheart was the most virtuous family in existence.
By now, rumors had spread across the Continent that it was the most benevolent Family Estate.

‘If I can’t trust that boy, then I can’t trust anyone.’

This wasn’t running away or backing down.

It was simply a fundamental act of trust—believing in the boy named Raon, the grandson I had watched over my entire life.

“Everyone carries secrets they cannot speak of, or things they hesitate to reveal.”

Glen smiled faintly as he watched Raon swallow dryly.

“I am no exception.”

My past, consumed only by war and martial prowess; the guilt I bore toward Raon and Sylvia; the twisted affection I held for my family.
My mind was filled with truths I could not openly confess.

“Raon. When you are ready to speak freely, and when the moment comes for you to reveal all the truth—”

Glen grasped Raon’s shoulder, his smile now free of all awkwardness.

“Come find me. I too shall share my secrets with you.”

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“Ah…”

Raon paused for a moment, watching Glen smile with such ease—so different from when he sat upon the Jade Throne.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Head of House smile like that before…’

I had witnessed Glen’s smile several times, but most were heavy or dry mockery.
I had never seen such a warm, comfortable smile from him.

‘Does this mean he truly trusts me…?’

It seemed he was trusting me not as the Head of House of Zigheart, but as my grandfather.

Raon bit his lip thinly.

‘What is this feeling…?’

My chest felt warm and ticklish from within.
A pleasant drowsiness—like falling asleep under a blanket still warm from drying in the sun—soaked through my entire body.

Yet a slight sense of suffocation lingered. Not toward Glen, but toward myself.

‘Even if the Head of House trusts me, I cannot explain everything.’

I could not honestly reveal that I had been raised by Derus Robert, died, and been reborn—nor that I harbored the Lord of Wrath within me. Not a single truth could be spoken.

Rather, now that I had earned Glen’s trust, my lips sealed themselves even tighter.

My relationship with Sylvia would shatter. I would grow distant from those in the Annex Building. I might lose my comrades in the Gwangpung Corps.
The very life I had lived as Raon Zigheart could crumble entirely. The thought rendered me speechless.

Yet seeing Glen’s smile of trust, I could not simply remain silent—and my heart ached all the more for it.

-Just a little.

Wrath lowered his gaze calmly.

-Tell him just a little about the True Demon King.

He nodded, saying it should be safe now. It seemed he shared my thoughts.

‘Yes.’

I nodded to Wrath and lifted my gaze.

“You are right, Head of House.”

I stepped closer to Glen and moistened my lips.

“I cannot tell you when or how this enmity began, but I am bound to Derus Robert in a way that allows us to share neither sky nor earth.”
“I see.”

Glen nodded calmly without pressing further.

“It is true that I carry an aura beyond that of Manhwagong.”

Raon cast a glance toward Wrath, who hovered in the empty air, and exhaled softly.

“You may sense something wicked and malicious about it, but that is not the case. It is the power of my friend—simple yet honorable, gluttonous yet cherishing people more than anyone else.”

As I spoke the word “friend,” a genuine smile crossed my face.

‘Friend is the word that fits best.’

Thanks to Wrath, I had witnessed a broader world. Thanks to Wrath, I had saved countless lives. Thanks to Wrath, I had achieved half of my dreams.

The Lord of Wrath who had found me in childhood was undoubtedly an enemy, but the gluttonous one standing here now was my closest friend.

-Bah, why would the True Demon King be friends with a wretch like you!

Wrath shook his head, his face flushed crimson.

-Waaaah! The True Demon King doesn’t keep friends like that!

He said he would accept me as a subordinate instead, then abruptly turned away. Watching his shoulders tremble, it seemed less like anger and more like embarrassment.
Looking at how his shoulders trembled, it seemed like he was ashamed rather than angry.

“According to information from my friend, the Celestial race uses divine power as naturally as humans breathe. When Uriel was enveloped in golden light and ignored magic and aura, it was through an ability called Celestial Transformation…”

I shared all the information about the Celestial race that I had learned from Wrath.

“Thank you. This will be of great help in the battles to come.”

Glen nodded to me with his back to the sea.

“For some time now, I have sensed a mysterious aura from you. As you said, it was cold and wicked, yet at the same time, it was righteous and warm. I would very much like to meet your friend someday.”

He smiled faintly, saying he would wait for me to introduce him.

“Yes. I will introduce you for certain.”

I bowed my waist as I promised to Raon.

“Good. Then.”

Glen Zigheart left the Coastal Area as if he had finished all he needed to say.

“Let’s head back.”

He tapped my shoulder and walked toward the Dormitory first. He appeared perfectly at ease, as if harboring not a single regret.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

I bowed my head toward Glen Zigheart’s retreating figure.

“Grandfather.”

With a slightly trembling voice, I called Glen Zigheart by that name.

“Kugh.”

Glen Zigheart stopped in his tracks, releasing a violent groan as if a blade had been driven into his back.

“G-Grandfather?”

I rushed toward Glen Zigheart and called out to him once more.

“S-Stop right there! If I hear any more, I’ll die!”

Glen Zigheart shook his hand sharply as if telling me to stop.
His lips trembled violently as he covered them with his hand, then spun around abruptly.

“Huh…?”

I blinked as I watched Glen Zigheart’s legs shaking.

‘What is this?’

Was it wrong for me to have called him grandfather?

I couldn’t understand Glen’s reaction. I had no idea what had gone wrong.

“I’ll head back now! Another meeting will be starting soon.”

Glen said to drop it and vanished from the spot.

‘Why is he acting like that?’
-Raon Zigheart….

As I tilted my head in confusion, Wrath turned his back and swished his tail.

-I, I shall wait as well! No matter what happened to you….
‘You were just asking me to tell you.’

I let out a hollow laugh looking at Wrath.

‘You said you couldn’t wait anymore and demanded I tell you everything, and now….’
-That’s not it!

Wrath yelped and turned his head away.

-I possess the greatest patience in the entire Demon Realm! I can endure longer than that old geezer Nadine!

He raised his chubby fist, threatening to kill me if I spoke first.

-Enough! Go eat something!
‘Alright, alright.’

I chuckled and walked toward the Dining Hall.

-Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll share one major piece of information about Uriel. N-not because of what you said about being friends, of course!

Wrath rolled his round eyes and approached my side.

‘What is it?’

I gestured with my finger toward Wrath.

-I’ll tell you after we finish eating! First, shrimp pizza!

Wrath snorted, insisting that food came first.

‘This is seriously annoying.’

I shook my head and followed Wrath into the restaurant he’d chosen.

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Splash!

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen surfaced above the seawater that I and Glen had been watching.

“The Head of House called Raon his grandson, and Raon called the Head of House his grandfather!”

Rimer’s voice trembled as he bit his lip.

“I can die without regrets now! I’d be content if my life ended right here!”

He wiped at his reddened eyes, his sincerity unmistakable.

“It certainly took long enough.”

Sheryl exhaled deeply and brushed off her hands.

“Most people accomplish this the moment they’re born, yet it took over twenty years. Goodness….”

She complained of exhaustion while tapping her shoulder with her fist, yet her complexion was brighter than ever.

“I haven’t felt this joyful in a long time.”

Roen chuckled warmly and nodded.

“Though it seems the Head of House is even more delighted than I am.”

He clasped his hands together, gazing toward where Glen had vanished.

“Still, it’s a bit of a shame.”

Rimer shook his head as he brushed away the seaweed clinging thickly to his forehead.

“What’s a shame?”
“I wish he’d said I was simply my grandson, rather than a grandson I accepted with my own hands.”

He continued speaking while twirling his fingers in circles.

“As everyone knows, the Head of House has cherished Raon from the beginning. It would have been the perfect opportunity to reveal that, but what a missed chance.”

Rimer formed a rectangle with his thumbs and index fingers on both hands, lamenting that he should have orchestrated the scene himself.

“Wasn’t your regret about not hearing Raon’s secret?”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes in surprise.

“I don’t need to hear secrets like that.”

Rimer shook his head firmly.

“I trust the boy Raon himself. That fellow will become the king of Zigheart.”

He displayed faith that surpassed even Glen’s, revealing a solemn smile.

“It seems that wish is no longer merely a dream.”

Roen chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“I trust Raon too, but I’m still curious…”

Sheryl twisted her lips, noting that curiosity was different from trust.

“You’ll be able to hear it someday.”

Roen stepped out of the sea and shook off the water.

“Let’s head back. The meeting will resume soon.”
“You’re right.”
“Ah, I lost track of time watching something so entertaining.”

Rimer and Sheryl nodded in agreement and made their way out to the coastal area.

The three of them brushed the moisture from their clothes as they entered the conference hall where Glen awaited.

Glen sat alone in the conference hall, his flushed face concealed behind his hand.

“Head of House, you arrived early.”

Rimer approached with a smile, feigning ignorance.

“Did you enjoy the show?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed, making it clear he knew everything.

“As expected, you saw through us.”

Rimer showed no embarrassment, giving a thumbs up.

“It was quite entertaining, I must say.”
“I enjoyed it as well. Though I wish we’d arrived sooner.”

Sheryl smacked her lips, regretting the timing.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen answered with a quiet chuckle.

“The Head of House is quite shy, after all. Every time he hears ‘Grandfather,’ he nearly faints—that would be embarrassing.”
“Rimer. The stench of brine is overwhelming. Go wash yourself.”

Glen frowned as he looked at Rimer.

“Huh? Just… just me?”
“Yes. Only you.”
“But everyone went into the sea. Why just me…?”
“Because you’re the only one reeking of fish!”
“Ugh, that’s unfair! You always pick on me…!”
“Shut up and get out!”

He kicked Rimer’s rear end and drove him out of the Conference Hall.

“Idiot…”
“Hehehehe.”

Sheryl and Roen kept their mouths shut, afraid sparks might fly.

“Ahem.”

After Glen drove Rimer out and sat back down, the leaders of the Five Emperors and the heads of the Neutral Factions entered the Conference Hall one by one, having finished their meal.

“Then let’s continue the meeting. We shouldn’t push it past tomorrow.”

Chamber sucked on a lollipop while muttering that she needed to sleep early to keep her skin from deteriorating.

“Then the remaining agenda items…”

Roselin stood up and was about to bow when Glen waved his hand.

“Before that, let me speak first. First…”

Glen leaned forward and shared the information he had heard from Raon.

“You picked that up in the meantime? You’re impatient.”

Chamber let out a hollow laugh and waved her hand dismissively.

“So about Raon’s power and Derus’s circumstances…?”
“I didn’t ask about that.”

Glen shook his head with calm eyes.

“Why?”
“Because I trust my grandson.”

He spoke the same words he had said to Raon and straightened his shoulders.

“Well, but….”
“If that child causes problems, I will stake my life and take full responsibility.”

Glen Zigheart laughed without hesitation as he wagered his own neck.

“That should be enough, shouldn’t it?”

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“Sigh….”

I gazed at the wide table laden with empty plates and exhaled a weary sigh.

‘Is he satisfied now?’

Thanks to Wrath, I had devoured every seafood dish the restaurant had to offer. Exhausted from eating, my fingers barely responded to my commands anymore.

-Kkhkhkhm!

Wrath forced down the grin spreading across his face and wagged his tail.

-Being near the coast, the seafood is certainly fresh. Not bad at all!

He muttered that it was merely acceptable, a far cry from the ravenous fervor with which he had consumed everything.

“Wow….”
“Did… did he eat all of that alone?”
“His stomach seems even more impressive than his swordsmanship?”
“There’s nothing about him that isn’t astounding….”

People who recognized Raon remarked on his surprising appetite and let out idle chuckles.

‘Now tell me about Uriel.’

I grabbed Wrath by the tail and dragged him onto the table. There was the matter with Derus, but I wanted to hear even a small piece of additional information for Glen’s sake.

-But there’s still ice cream left!

Wrath shook his head, insisting the accounting wasn’t finished yet.

‘This is exhausting. Truly.’

I sighed and opened the box of pearl ice cream I’d purchased beforehand.
A pale chill rose along with the sharp, minty aroma of chocolate mint.

-Heeeh….

Wrath licked his lips with even greater anticipation, since he already knew the taste.

I took out a piece of mint chocolate and placed it in my mouth. The sharp and sweet flavor enveloped my tongue, matching the aroma.

-Ahhhhh! This is it!

Wrath clenched his fists tightly.

-To endure your constant ridicule and still live on for this taste!

The creature trembled with genuine joy, his shoulders shaking.

‘Now speak.’

I gestured to Wrath, whose jaw hung slack in rapture.

-Hmm, troublesome as it is, I suppose I must honor my promise.

Wrath nodded and stepped down onto the table.

-Did you see the horn trumpet hanging at that Uriel’s waist?’
‘It was so distinctive that it’s hard to forget even if I wanted to.’

Three curved horns hung from Uriel’s waist, their forms grotesquely twisted in a way that seemed utterly alien to the celestial realm.

-The name of that horn is the End.

Wrath’s blue eyes widened to a terrifying degree.

-It is the trumpet the Archangels sound when they bring about the world’s destruction.

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