The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 742

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Chapter 742

“You said there was a visitor?”

Raon looked up at Glen, his eyes blinking with confusion.

“Indeed.”

Glen nodded and rested his chin on his fist.

“After hearing that we were returning to Zigheart, they entered the Chamber of Self, it seems.”

He turned his gaze toward Chad and murmured that the timing had overlapped.

“Hmm….”

Raon examined the documents in Chad’s hands, narrowing his eyes.

‘Who entered?’

According to what Aris had told me, the Chamber of Self was not a space anyone could use.
Entry was only permitted after accumulating sufficient accomplishments, and with so many people earning merit in this war, I couldn’t guess who had entered.

‘It wouldn’t be from the Main Lineage.’

Since there was only one opportunity to enter the Chamber of Self, the Main Lineage swordsmen would enter just before reaching Master rank or Grand Master rank to transcend their existing realm.
Most of the Main Lineage members I knew would have already entered the Chamber of Self, making it even more difficult to discern their identity.

“Can you tell me who entered?”

Raon looked at Glen again and lowered his posture respectfully.

“The Head of the Central Intelligence Agency.”

Glen readily spoke Karun’s name as if it were no difficult matter.

“The Head of the Central Intelligence Agency…?”

Raon lowered his gaze and swallowed dryly.

‘He hasn’t entered it until now?’

Karun had assumed he must have entered it before, so he hadn’t even considered it as a possibility, which made a hollow laugh escape him.

“Karun has been stubborn and prideful about strange matters since childhood. He wouldn’t listen even when those around him tried to dissuade him.”

A transparent light seeped into Glen’s eyes. It seemed he was recalling Karun’s past.

“That stubbornness worked against him in his pursuit of power, but it appears to remain intact in his martial studies.”

He looked down at Raon with a faint smile.

“Since you said you’ve grasped a certain clue, that fellow will likely have reached Transcendence by the time he leaves his chamber.”
“Transcendence….”

Hearing that Karun, whose nature was the worst, would certainly ascend to Transcendence, irritation welled up in my chest.

“Karun has certainly committed unforgivable acts. However….”

Glen’s voice turned cold, as if punishing a criminal.

“He has reflected for a year and risked his life to save the family, so I intend to reinstate him. What do you think?”

He lowered his gaze as if asking for Raon’s true thoughts.

“I shall follow the Head of House’s will.”

Raon slowly bowed his head.

‘I suppose this settles the debt.’

Sylvia had said that thanks to Karun’s help, the maidservants and children were able to survive.
I decided to let the matter pass without needing to thank him for it, simply by not finding fault with his reinstatement.

“The Chamber of Self is a right originally granted to him regardless, so don’t think poorly of it.”
“Understood.”

Raon lowered his head with a composed gaze.

“Then would it be acceptable for me to enter after the Central Intelligence Agency head emerges in a month?”
“That won’t work either.”

Glen shook his head slowly.

“A person can spend up to a month inside the Chamber of Self, but once it’s used, the chamber requires a period of rest.”

He lowered his brows, indicating it wasn’t a place one could enter consecutively.

“If Karun reaches transcendence as I anticipate, the rest period will require at least half a year.”

He explained that the duration of the rest period depends on the level of the visitor, so it could extend into next year at the longest.

-Now I understand how it operates.

Wrath settled onto my shoulder and gestured with his hand.

-It seems to be a chamber that forcibly induces a state of selflessness. Of course such a place needs rest periods! Running it constantly without pause would destroy everything!
‘You’re only worried about your meals!’

This Demon Lord wasn’t concerned about the Chamber of Self at all—he was merely fretting over himself eating only hard biscuits while inside.

“Hmm….”

I recalled Karun’s cold expression and furrowed my brow.

‘He’s truly unhelpful.’

I couldn’t fathom why he had to enter now and waste my time. Frustration drew a sigh from me.

“Setting aside the rest period….”

Glen lowered the hand supporting his chin and leaned his upper body forward.

“I do not recommend that you enter the Chamber of Self at this moment.”

He shook his head with a serene expression, as if conveying his genuine conviction.

“Did you not tell me to enter before?”
“Because you then and you now are different.”

Glen traced a small wall with his finger.

“As you know, the best moment to enter the Chamber of Self is when you hit a wall.”

He erected a slightly larger wall and lowered his gaze.

“You certainly stand before a wall, but it is not the wall of transcendence—it is the wall of reaching the Grand Master’s limit.”

Glen slowly lowered his hand, indicating there was still distance before touching the wall of transcendence.

“If you enter now, you will reach the pinnacle of Grand Master, but if you enter the chamber after reaching that pinnacle, you will surely be able to touch transcendence.”

He offered a gentle smile, as if asking me to wait a little longer.

“Of course, you must first grasp the clue to touching transcendence.”
“What is this clue you speak of?”

I clasped my hands. Glen had used the word “clue” when he mentioned that Karun had entered the Chamber of Self.

“A clue about what kind of transcendent being you wish to become.”

Glen’s eyes blazed with intense lightning, as if thunder itself dwelled within them.

“To ascend to transcendence, you must choose the concept that best fits from among the many materials you have accumulated up to the pinnacle of Grand Master.”

He spoke in a heavy voice, saying I would understand when the time came.

“I see….”

I bit my lip deeply.

‘I hadn’t even considered a clue like that.’

I had simply thought that entering the Chamber of Self would allow me to touch transcendence, but it seemed I was still not ready.

“Do not be impatient.”

Glen rested his back deeply against the Jade Throne, lowering his hand to the armrest.

“As I said in the Conference Hall, the head of Oma cannot move. There is still plenty of time to build strength. And….”

He lifted his chin with a confident smile.

“I am here.”
“Ah….”

Those words—I am here—struck like lightning, embedding themselves deeply in my mind.

“I will shield you from the rain while you and the other children grow. Do not worry.”

Glen placed his hand on the blade of the Heavenly Sword, declaring that Zigheart would not crumble.

“Grow stronger. Not alone, but together with your companions.”

He advised that future battles could not be fought in solitude, urging me to develop alongside everyone else.

“I understand.”

Hearing Glen’s promise to protect me, my urgency subsided. A resolve crystallized within me—to grow stronger at my own pace, even if it took longer.

“However….”

Glen stroked his chin and smacked his lips lightly.

“Your accomplishments thus far are considerable, so I shall personally oversee your training for a time.”

He tapped the Heavenly Sword lightly, indicating he would teach me the blade directly.

“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“…Thank you.”

Raon bowed immediately. Each time Glen taught me, my progress was so remarkable it bordered on the absurd—equivalent to an opportunity beyond the Chamber of Self itself.

-My lord, couldn’t the True Demon King also help if you asked…?

Wrath suddenly gestured with his round hand as if telling me to leave it to him.

‘What?’
-The True Demon King can look after you just as well as that old geezer!

I had no idea why he was suddenly acting like this. I simply ignored him.

“It is merely a reward.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively.

“Come to the Patriarch’s Training Ground from midnight tomorrow onwards.”
“Understood.”

Raon bowed once more and rose to his feet.

“Then….”

As I retreated to return to the Annex Building, Glen’s gaze flickered with a hint of reluctance, different from before.

Roen below the platform also wiggled his fingers as if requesting something.

“If you haven’t dined yet….”

Raon stepped forward again and swallowed dryly.

“Would you care to share dinner at the Annex Building?”

I bowed my head while mentioning that Sylvia and the handmaidens had prepared plenty of food.

-Why are you inviting that old geezer!

Wrath’s head shot up.

-I like nadim bread! Tell him to eat nadim bread alone!

He shook his head, insisting there was no food to offer Glen.

-Growwwl!
‘There’s plenty left over after feeding you. Don’t worry.’

I soothed the growling Wrath and turned to look at Glen.

“….”

Glen’s eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected to be invited to dinner.

“Ahem, well, if I’ve been invited, I suppose I have no choice!”

Despite his words about having no choice, he sprang up from the Jade Throne with a flick of his waist.

“Of course you must go. You’ve been invited, after all.”

Roen chuckled, saying that refusing would be impolite.

“Um, um, Head of House?”

Chad blinked rapidly, letting the documents he’d been holding slip from his grasp.

“We’ll discuss the Treasury report after I return.”

Glen said he’d see them tomorrow and left the Audience Chamber with me. The distance between us had grown slightly closer than before.

“The future truly lies with him!”

Chad’s lips curled upward as he watched the grandfather and grandson leave together amicably.

“I’m glad I established connections early!”

Unaware of my true nature, he returned alone to the Bi-Yeon Society, delighted with himself.

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Raon returned to the Annex Building with Glen. The kitchen was already releasing appetizing aromas, indicating that the meal preparations were complete.

-Kyaa! Stew, pizza, and grilled lamb ribs too! All the things the True Demon King loves!

Wrath identified every dish by scent alone and chuckled with delight.

I observed Glen standing behind the dancing Wrath, noticing his shoulders were tensed slightly with anticipation.

“Let’s head to the Dining Hall.”

As I guided Glen inside, I found not only Sylvia and her attendants seated there, but also Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma.

“Father?”

Sylvia sprang to her feet, startled by Glen’s sudden appearance.

“W-we greet the Head of House!”

The attendants knelt in confusion.

“There’s no need.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, indicating that formalities were unnecessary.

“I brought him since dinner hadn’t started yet.”

I explained as I guided Glen to the head of the table.

“Oh! Welcome then!”

Sylvia smiled warmly and pulled out a chair for Glen to sit.

“So the stubborn one finally decided to show up.”

Pedrick let out an amused laugh as he looked at Glen.

“What are you doing here?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he watched Pedrick lean back in his chair.

“The Saint came looking for Raon, so I invited everyone to dinner.”

Sylvia laughed as she positioned herself beside the Saint.

“Ahem!”
“Cough!”

The two men who had each been invited by Raon and Sylvia exchanged awkward coughs and narrowed their eyes at one another.

“I’ve prepared plenty, so please enjoy everything.”

As Sylvia clapped her hands, the handmaidens approached the dining table carrying dishes with steam rising gracefully from them.

-Hnnnngh!

Wrath’s nostrils flared as his expression turned blissful.

-The aroma is absolutely magnificent!

Before the food, he seemed entirely oblivious to Glen, his tongue merely licking his lips repeatedly.

“This is fine liquor procured from the South.”

I retrieved an exquisite bottle of spirits and poured the first glass for Glen.

“Hmph!”

Glen seemed delighted to receive the first drink, pointing his cup toward Pedrick with a smug smile.

“How childish….”

Pedrick accepted the second pour from me with an exasperated chuckle, as if finding the situation absurd.

I poured drinks for everyone at the table and returned to my seat.

“This is a welcome-back celebration for me and the children, so please enjoy yourselves.”

With Sylvia’s gentle clap, the meal began.

-That one! Bring me that! There’s pasta inside the bread!

Wrath stretched out his round hand eagerly, drawn to the pane pasta.

-Next is the chili shrimp gratin! Fetch five of them!
‘Wait.’

I pushed back Wrath, whose hand shot up like lightning, and ladled the stew first, distributing it among Glen, Pedrick, and Sylvia.

“Ahem!”

Glen held up the stew he’d received first, displaying it proudly to Pedrick.

“Why do you keep doing that….”

Pedrick shook his head in exasperation.

-The True Demon King too! The True Demon King wants to eat as well!
‘I know. Stop shouting.’

I sighed and twirled the pane pasta Wrath desired onto a fork, bringing it to his mouth.

-Mmm! The cream is smooth yet savory, awakening the appetite naturally!

The moment Wrath tasted the pane pasta, he began his critique. Of course, despite his excessive appetite, his vocabulary was deplorable.

“Hmm….”
“The Annex Building’s cuisine is truly the finest.”

Glen and Pedrick also wore faint smiles, savoring the meal as the dishes proved quite excellent.

“Ahem.”

When the dishes on the table had nearly run out, Pedrick set down his utensils and let out a small belch.

“Before coming here, I saw the ones you all captured.”
“How were they?”

I set down the lamb rib bone I’d finished and asked.

“It’s the same brainwashing method as the children you saved. It was all Derus’s doing.”

Pedrick’s hands trembled with genuine fury.

“Can we remove the brainwashing and the Rage Worm?”

Glen tapped his lips with a napkin, his gaze sharp and penetrating.

“The brainwashing is difficult. The children were only subjected to it for a short time, but these ones have endured it their entire lives. However….”

Pedrick gestured toward me with a slight jerk of his chin.

“Brainwashing can only be pushed out through extreme suffering. Raon demonstrated that.”
“What about the Rage Worm?”
“I can remove it. It will cause tremendous pain, but we don’t need to spare them that.”

He brushed his hands together with a reassuring laugh.

“The children are alright now, aren’t they?”

Sylvia bit her lip, her eyes clouded with concern.

“As I mentioned before, thanks to all of you, they’ve all regained their true selves. There’s nothing to worry about now.”

Pedrick smiled, crediting Sylvia and her attendants for their care of the children.

“Phew….”

I exhaled the murky breath that had accumulated deep in my chest.

‘Thank goodness.’

Those brainwashed children were like my past self, and I had desperately wanted to save them. Hearing that they were fully healed finally allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Raon. Your intention to support whatever the children wish to do—has that not changed?”

Pedrick leaned forward, his eyes serious and intent.

“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Then you’ll have your hands full going forward.”

He curled his lips upward in a long smile.

“Most of them want to become swordsmen because they follow you.”
“What do you mean by that…?”
“Those children have watched the biography of Raon Zigheart with their own eyes and grown up hearing tales of your exploits with their own ears. You’re practically an idol incarnate.”

Pedrick waved his finger, telling me to wait a moment.

“The children only call out your name.”

Sylvia nodded with a smile.

“It’s true. Whenever we visit, they only talk about you, Young Master.”
“We’re practically jealous.”
“The biography of Raon Zigheart has become almost scripture-like.”

The attendants drew faint smiles, acknowledging the children’s sincerity.

“Ahem!”

Glen’s lips trembled with barely contained delight at the thought that the children only sought him out and regarded him as an idol, letting out a pleased cough.

“Glen, the children have grown now, and there are more things they need to purchase…”

Pedrick smacked his lips, indicating that additional support would be necessary.

“Double it.”

Glen nodded immediately without the slightest hesitation, agreeing to double the budget.

“D-double? Really?”

Pedrick’s eyes widened in surprise at receiving an answer so quickly.

“Thank you, Father.”

Sylvia smiled faintly and bowed her head.

“Well, it’s nothing special.”

Glen lowered the hand covering his mouth and turned his head sharply.

Raon watched Glen and Sylvia grow slightly closer and smiled quietly.

‘I hope they become a little happier…’
-Yammer!

Just as Raon hoped the two people—close yet distant—would grow more intimate, Wrath suddenly burst into view.

-What are you doing! The True Demon King is still hungry!
‘And this is supposed to be a Demon Lord…’

Raon squeezed his eyes shut.

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At the summit of the Ludan Mountain Range, the highest peak on the Continent.

Tacheon, wearing the mask of a beautiful youth, descended onto Baekwhwa Peak, a place even dragons avoided.
He advanced with elegant steps as if taking a leisurely stroll through the snowy plain where visibility extended barely an inch ahead.

Whoooosh.

As Tacheon approached the edge of the peak, the Severed Soul Sword emerged from the black blizzard, wearing the helmet of a Death Knight.
His eyes, frozen colder than the Ludan Mountain Range itself, gazed downward.

“You’ve grown even more withdrawn.”

Tacheon observed the Severed Soul Sword’s eyes and drew a faint smile.

“….”

The Severed Soul Sword said nothing, merely clenching his lips tightly.

“I’ve come to see him. Step aside.”
“….”

The Severed Soul Sword gazed down at Tacheon for a moment, then slowly retreated to the right.

Tacheon bowed his head to the Severed Soul Sword and stepped into the black tempest.

Whoooosh!

Strangely, within the storm not a single breeze stirred, and upon the ground lay not snow, but
flowers and thickets that seemed to flaunt their verdant brilliance in all directions. It resembled the legendary paradise where immortals dwelling beyond the mundane world were said to dwell.

“It’s been a long time.”

Tacheon brushed snow from his unsullied sleeve and cast a piercing gaze toward the back of the man seated at the center of the Garden.

“Heavenly Demon.”

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