The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 747

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Chapter 747

“Rimer.”

Glen stood at the center of the collapsed Training Ground.

“You’ve always said you would make Raon the Head of House. You’ve often mentioned viewing that child as a young king. But….”

He looked down at Rimer, who had lowered his chin into a sword salute stance.

“Why are you suddenly trying to make Raon a true king? Raon himself isn’t even thinking about becoming Head of House.”

Glen furrowed his brows, unable to comprehend Rimer’s actions.

“It doesn’t matter what Raon thinks of the Jade Throne of Zigheart.”

Rimer slowly raised his head and met Glen’s gaze.

“I simply wish to follow the path that child walks.”
“Raon’s path?”
“Yes. If Raon desires to become Head of House of Zigheart, I will open the road to the Jade Throne. If Raon leaves the family and builds his own castle, I will be the first to pick up a shovel and lay bricks.”

His eyes gleamed with a solemn light, as though his resolve had already crystallized.

“Hmm….”

Glen swallowed a thin breath.

‘He’s sincere.’

Rimer’s aura was honed sharp as it would be in battle. It meant he had made his decision and come here with purpose.

“When Raon was attacked and went missing, I thought about many things.”

Rimer kept his head bowed, biting his lips until they bled.

“Why couldn’t I protect him? Why couldn’t I stop it? Why was I so careless? Despairing at my own incompetence, I didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, and simply swung my sword endlessly.”

His hand trembled as he held the sword manual, and he continued speaking.

“When Raon appeared again and saved the Head of House, I finally understood. Just how significant Raon is to me and to the Gwangpung Corps.”

Rimer exhaled a long breath and lifted his gaze once more.

“While it turned into a blessing in disguise, if the same situation happens again, there may come a day when Raon truly dies.”

He ground his teeth as if the very thought was unbearable.

“That is why I have decided to set my own resolve.”
“So that was the reason you serve Raon as your lord.”

Glen nodded, as if understanding at last.

“Currently, the first person I must protect is the Head of House. Even if Raon and the children of the Gwangpung Corps die before my eyes, protecting the Head of House must come first.”

Rimer’s killing intent grew sharp and cold, as if he stood in the midst of a battlefield rather than the Training Ground.

“I wish to shatter that framework. I want to protect Raon and the Gwangpung Corps before the Head of House.”

He struck the ground with his clenched fist.

“Before I die, no one will be able to harm Raon.”

Rimer beat his left chest where his heart pounded with his bleeding fist, as if taking an oath.

“Grant me your permission.”

He dropped to both knees, showing he would not rise until permission was granted.

“….”

Sheryl looked down at Rimer with her arms crossed. She seemed to have anticipated this situation beforehand.

“Rimer. You are still impulsive, aren’t you?”

Glen looked up at the sky as if it had a hole in it, then closed his eyes.

“You’ve been impulsive from the moment we first met. Many elves warned you not to go, yet you stole that sword and followed me anyway.”

He slowly lowered his gaze to Rimer’s blade.

“Wait, I didn’t steal it!”

Rimer shook his head, insisting he had received it legitimately.

“I liked that reckless nature of yours. That’s why I accepted you.”

Glen Zigheart met Rimer’s transparent eyes.

“After those children died, you hid your emotions behind false smiles. Now you’ve finally returned to the Rimer I know—the radiant swordsman.”

He smiled warmly, as if genuinely pleased.

“Walk the path you’ve chosen for yourself.”

Glen Zigheart grasped Rimer’s shoulder firmly, urging him to forge his own destiny.

“Thank… you.”

Rimer trembled at the touch on his shoulder and bowed his head deeply.

“Phew…”

Sheryl exhaled a long breath of relief, grateful the conversation had ended well.

“Foolish man.”

She leaned her head against the Stone Wall, exhausted.

“Still, it will feel a bit lonely.”

Rimer rose to his feet, smacking his lips.

“I haven’t even thought about how to treat the Head of House if I don’t serve him as my lord.”

He scratched the back of his head, finding the situation awkward.

“It’s simple.”

Glen turned to Rimer with a faint smile.

“A comrade. And isn’t that enough to be called a friend?”

It was something he would never have said in the past, but spending time with Raon and Sylvia had allowed his own emotions to grow as well.
Now it seemed he could build new relationships not just with Rimer, but with others as well.

“That’s nice.”

Sheryl nodded gently, clearly pleased with the relationship.

“Ah…”

Rimer’s fingertips trembled as if deeply moved by Glen’s words.

“What are you doing?”

Sheryl approached Rimer’s side and lightly jabbed him with her elbow.

“You should give him an answer.”

She gestured with her chin, urging him to speak.

“Well, Head of House…”

Rimer’s eyes reddened as he curled his lips.

“I’m sorry, but the gap in our standing is a bit too severe for us to be friends.”

He shook his head, his mouth sealed shut.

“I still look like I’m in my vibrant twenties and can get by anywhere, but Head of House has so many wrinkles that it wouldn’t be strange if you ascended to heaven right now with that aged appearance…”
“You crazy bastard…”

Sheryl’s expression hardened as she squeezed her eyes shut, her laughter dying away.

“If we become friends, people will curse me out. For now, I’ll continue to address you as Head of House…”

Rimer spread both hands and muttered under his breath as crimson lightning condensed in the sky above, taking the shape of a sword.

“Um, is that you, Head of House?”

Rimer’s lips trembled as he stared at the sword of red lightning that engulfed the entire night sky.

“My aura is completely depleted right now, so if that hits me, I’m actually going to die, aren’t I?”

He laughed awkwardly and waved his hand.

“Then die.”

The moment Glen Zigheart lowered his hand, the Lightning Sword began to sink, splitting the sky in two.

“Hey, friend! Comrade! Head of Houuuuuuse!”

Along with Rimer’s scream, a colossal bolt of lightning crashed down, collapsing the Head of House’s Training Ground.

Boom!

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I felt the tremendous aura and turned around.

‘Red lightning?’

Seeing a massive red bolt fall from the clear sky, it seemed Rimer had been fooling around and gotten struck by Glen.

‘I’ll have to train alone with Dogyae today as well.’

Since this was as routine as any other day, I shook my head and entered my chamber.

—That one looked a bit large…

Wrath narrowed his eyes, sensing an unusual aura.

‘It’s fine. That elf will never die.’

I laughed as I removed my outer robe. Even if I died, even if Wrath died, Rimer would never die. That was the kind of person he was.

-Ooh! There’s a sandwich here!

Wrath licked his lips at the sight of the sandwich sitting on the table.

-This is Helen’s handiwork! Put it in the True Demon King’s mouth at once!

He loved Helen’s cooking most of all, drool spilling from his mouth.

‘There’s something I need to check first.’
-Check? What?
‘The Soul Reaper Sword’s gift.’

I confirmed the reward the Soul Reaper Sword had sent me.

[The 【Soul Reaper Sword】 has accepted the power of the Severing Orb.]
[The 【Soul Reaper Sword】 offers purified energy.]
[All stats increase by 25 points.]
[New trait 【Blood Path】 is created.]

The power contained in the orb that the Ghost King had hidden away was greater than expected—all my stats rose by 25 points at once, and a new trait was even created.

-Ugh….

Wrath let out a strangled groan as the message finally registered.

-This is driving me insane! It wasn’t enough that you were draining from my main body, now you’re sucking up human blood and resentment too! You’re a parasite!
‘The parasite here isn’t me—it’s you.’

I snorted and pointed at Wrath.

‘When I eat food, you taste it too. Without me, you can’t do anything. How is that not being a parasite?’
-Eh…?

Wrath blinked his round eyes, unable to find a retort.

—Oma, that’s nonsense! I am no parasite! The reason I’m here is not for food, but for your flesh and revenge….
‘Then I can just use this for tonight’s late-night snack, right?’

Raon waved a stale bread in front of Wrath’s eyes.

—No, right? You won’t eat it? There’s a sandwich right in front of you….

Wrath shook his trembling hands, muttering about why a rich bastard like him would eat something so tasteless.

‘First, I need to summon Gluttony.’

Raon grinned at Wrath and stuffed the stale bread into his mouth.
A tough, rubbery texture and a bland, sticky flavor filled his mouth.

—You celestial bastard!
‘No matter how I think about it, it’s fine….’
—Kyaaaaaah!
‘It’s not a bad taste, you’re just prejudiced….’
—Guaaaaaaah!

Wrath’s screams didn’t stop until he ate the sandwich.

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Dawn broke over the 5th Training Ground, shrouded in gray mist.

Raon drew the Heavenly Sword and faced Martha.

“Are you ready?”
“Ready?”

Martha brushed back her black hair that had fallen across her forehead and bared her teeth.

“I nearly collapsed from waiting. The oil coating was so excessive it could have rusted.”

She exhaled roughly, urging him to begin at once.

“Then let me see your swordsmanship first.”

Raon tilted his chin, standing two paces away from Martha.

“It’s the Paeyang Sword I received from Father.”

Martha nodded and raised her blade to the upper position.
As she brought the sword down, the air trembled and the earth shook. The force was absolutely devastating.

‘The Paeyang Sword, then…’

I watched Martha’s explosive sword strikes and rotated my wrist.

‘Still relying entirely on overwhelming offense. No—it’s gotten worse than before.’

From her days as a trainee, Martha’s swordsmanship had centered on swift strikes, medium strikes, and powerful strikes, but now she was wielding even the mysteries of the Pae Sword—the strongest among powerful strikes.

-The True Demon King sensed sorrow in that blade.

Wrath furrowed his brow with a look of regret.

‘Because it’s a sword to save her mother.’

In truth, the opportunity to drive a blade into the White Blood Cult Master would come rarely, so Martha trained only in powerful strikes to seize that singular moment.
I could feel a chilling yet sorrowful resolve—a willingness to die if it meant taking her enemy with her.

“How is it?”

Martha fully displayed the Paeyang Sword and rested the blade on her shoulder.

“Brutally one-dimensional in your offense.”

I spun the Heavenly Sword and stepped forward toward Martha.

“We can begin right now.”
“You’ve already finished analyzing me?”
“Your swordsmanship is simple, so it’s easy to grasp. Besides, I’ve seen it many times.”

I told him to come at me as much as he wanted, flicking my fingers in invitation.

“I’ll make you regret this!”

Martha charged forward with a fierce shout, bringing her sword down in a heavy arc. The blade, infused with Titan’s aura, fell through the air like a gust of wind.

‘I have to admit, her power is impressive.’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Martha’s sword strike rushing toward me like she was trying to crush the very ground beneath her feet.

‘Martha won’t need to change her approach.’

Unlike the other swordsmen, Martha had a clear understanding of the swordsmanship she needed to pursue.
It seemed best to open a path for her to further develop her strengths.

Ching!

I blocked her sword strike using the same technique she employed.

Boom!

The moment our blades collided, a tremendous shockwave erupted, shaking the entire Training Ground.

“Ugh…”

Martha staggered backward five steps as if she might fall. But I didn’t move an inch from where I stood.

“What…”

Martha bit her lip as she watched me standing quietly with my sword raised.

‘He definitely had less aura than me…’

Raon’s aura had only been at the lower Master level moments ago, and he hadn’t even used his monstrous physical strength.
I couldn’t understand why I’d been pushed back when I’d unleashed the same technique with greater power.

‘I can’t tell from just one exchange.’

Martha gritted her teeth and unleashed the fifth form of the Paeyang Sword—Strong Cloud Breakthrough.
Her blade descended like a storm cloud driving lightning, broad and heavy.

Whoooosh!

Raon met her with the same form, sweeping her sword away effortlessly.

Crash!

The collision of Strong Cloud Breakthrough against Strong Cloud Breakthrough erupted in an explosion that sent Martha reeling backward helplessly.

“Surely not….”

Martha swallowed hard, watching Raon stand without so much as a ripple in his clothing.

“Is it your center of gravity?”

She trembled as she swung her blade with renewed force.

“You’re telling me such a difference comes from just your center of gravity?”
“It’s not ‘just’ anything.”

I shook my head calmly.

“Your body’s center of gravity can transform the very essence of swordsmanship itself. It’s a crucial element that makes the heavy heavier and the light lighter.”
“But I moved exactly as the sword manual instructed!”

Martha stomped her foot in frustration.

“A sword manual doesn’t know who you are.”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword and opened my eyes steadily.

“Don’t settle for merely following another’s teachings. Find your own blade and your own path. Strong swordsmanship doesn’t create strong people—strong people create strong swordsmanship.”

I told her she could understand this, then turned my shoulder away.

“There’s no need to rush. You’re not alone.”
“Ah….”

Martha chewed her lip as she repeated Raon’s words, and the urgency gleaming in her eyes gradually began to subside.

‘Was I really so desperate that even that oblivious fool noticed it…’

No, how could he not have noticed?

The White Blood Cult Master I saw on the battlefield had grown far stronger than before, as if mocking my own progress.
I felt an overwhelming aura of power so dominant that even approaching her seemed impossible.

Every single day since experiencing her absolute might had been hell.
No matter how much I trained my swordsmanship or honed my footwork, all I could think was that I couldn’t save my mother, and even sleep brought only nightmares.
I maintained my usual appearance on the surface and continued training, but it was hopeless.

Yet when I heard Raon’s words that I wasn’t alone, felt his faith in me, and witnessed how rapidly the sword members were growing, hope ignited within me once more.

“That’s right…”

Martha nodded.

“A rakshasa who crawled up from hell can’t stop here!”

She charged at Raon and brought her sword down.

Crash!

By tilting my knees slightly forward and lowering the angle of my arms, the power of my sword strike doubled.
An involuntary gasp escaped me at this unbelievable result.

“You still have far to go.”

Rather than praise, Raon urged me to develop further, flicking his fingers.

“I know!”

I unleashed all the techniques of the Reverse Yang Sword, refusing to lose this sensation. Using Raon as my mirror, I perfected my own movements.

“Let me be clear about this.”

Raon deflected Martha’s sword, his gaze turning cold and dry.

“You mentioned reaching Grand Master, but the odds of you and the other unit commanders reaching that realm before the next war are extremely low. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it impossible.”

He shook his head, his voice cold and measured.

“Then what should we do?”
“What do you mean what? There’s nothing else to do!”

Martha’s smile was fierce and beautiful at once.

“We just keep going!”

It wasn’t the same as saying she didn’t care what happened. It was a hopeful vow to do her best with the circumstances given to her.

Whoooosh!

Martha finally lowered her sword after pushing Raon back one step. A thrill of exhilaration washed over her—if she could consolidate this newfound understanding, she felt certain she could advance to the next level.

“Not yet. Let’s keep going!”

She was about to charge at Raon again when—

“That’s enough.”

Lunan stepped forward in front of Martha and shook her head.

“Why all of a sudden…?”
“Time.”

She pointed upward at the sky, well past noon.

“Ugh, this was the perfect moment….”
“My turn next. You’re done, demon woman.”

Lunan shook her head, signaling that this was the end.

“Who are you calling a demon woman!”

Martha’s brow furrowed as she glared at Lunan.

“You said it yourself—she’s a Rakshasa woman who came up from hell.”

Lunan Slion repeated Martha’s words back to her and nodded.

“Tch…”
“Get out of the way, Rakshasa woman.”

Martha and Lunan Slion glared at each other, about to draw their swords.

Boom!

A powerful surge of aura erupted from the right side of the Training Ground.

Zing!

It was Dorian and Crain. The swords of the two who had been sparring blazed with tangible aura.

“Aura manifestation.”
“Did those two reach Master rank?”

Lunan Slion and Martha widened their eyes as they watched the aura burning from Dorian and Crain’s swords.

“This is… aura manifestation…?”

Crain’s eyes glistened with tears, unable to believe the aura he had created.

“M-my hand feels like it’s going to fall off! What do I do! P-please help me!”

Dorian trembled, terrified of his own aura manifestation.

“With this…”

I watched Dorian and Crain’s auras shimmer in different colors and curved my lips into a smile.

“The first piece has fallen into place.”

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Four gray portals materialized before Derus Robert’s faded Jade Throne.

“It has been quite some time. Or should I say, this is the first time in this form?”

He flicked his fingers toward the figures reflected in the gray portals.

“Derus Robert.”

The White Blood Cult Master, reflected in the first gray portal, lifted the hem of her dress and crossed her legs.

“You certainly deceived everyone well.”

She furrowed her brow, clearly displeased with Derus.

“Thanks to you, we gained our own benefits, did we not?”

Tacheon, reflected in the second gray portal, smiled faintly.

“Of course, had you explained the circumstances, we could have obtained much more.”

He muttered regretfully, his gaze toward Derus growing peculiar.

Crackle, crackle.

The third gray portal showed no person—only darkness that undulated like the Bottomless Abyss.

“But why the Five Demons Council?”

The White Blood Cult Master waved her hand while looking at the fourth gray portal.

“If the sword-obsessed old fool and the cowardly wretch are dead, shouldn’t it be four?”

She snorted as if questioning whether he could even count.

“Because the Holy Sword Association participated in the council, whether the Holy Sword Master lives or dies.”

At Derus’s gesture, the final gray portal flashed brilliantly, revealing a sharp-featured elderly swordmaster.

“From this moment forward, I am the Holy Sword Master.”

Lectar, the Blood Sword Master of the Holy Sword Association and bearing the epithet of Sword Ghost, lifted his chin with quiet authority.

“If anyone has objections, speak now.”

His eyes burned with a serene intensity, as if illuminating the darkness itself.

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