The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 787

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Chapter 787

“If there’s a place that would suit me perfectly…”

I gazed into the empty air for a moment before turning my attention to Lectar.

“Are you referring to the Holy Sword Association?”

Lectar currently belonged to the Holy Sword Association, and within it lay swords and sword techniques stacked like mountains.
The only place that could be the perfect location he was speaking of was the Holy Sword Association.

“Yes.”

Lectar grasped the sword at his waist and nodded.

“As you know, the Holy Sword Association belongs to Oma. To obtain sword techniques and blades, we committed various atrocities—killing people, desecrating tombs, and more.”

He revealed his own shame while maintaining a confident gaze.

“However, that was the will of the previous Holy Sword Master. The Holy Sword Association, being a force of sword-obsessed individuals, respects and follows the strong. Since I became the Holy Sword Master, we have not committed a single wrongdoing.”
“Truly a philosophy of might.”
“Exactly. The Holy Sword Association does not distinguish between good and evil. We simply revere and follow strong swordsmen.”

Lectar lowered his brows, noting that the Holy Sword Association’s nature changes depending on the Master.

“Not only the Master, but everyone belonging to the Association has their status determined by their martial prowess and sword technique. That is why I was able to become the Holy Sword Master.”

He gently lowered his hand and placed it on my shoulder.

“From the Master to the gatekeeper, all are obsessed with the sword, so the Holy Sword Association has accumulated countless sword techniques and methods to counter them. With you, all of that could be transformed into growth and experience.”

Lectar nodded firmly, saying it would certainly be a good opportunity.

“Hmm…”

I gazed into Lectar’s serene eyes and smacked my lips.

‘This might work out.’

I had reached the pinnacle of Grand Master, but I hadn’t even faced the wall of transcendence yet.
It didn’t seem like a bad idea to gain new experiences to climb even higher.

-The True Demon King approves!

Wrath raised his round fist enthusiastically.

‘Huh? Why all of a sudden?’

I was bewildered that Wrath, who would normally insist on staying at the Annex Building and eating home-cooked meals, was actually agreeing.

-You’re the grandson of the old man! There’s bound to be delicious food! Kehehehe!

Wrath licked his lips, curious about what high-class dishes would be served.
I had suspected as much, but his response was exactly what I’d expect from a glutton.

“Don’t worry about safety. We relocated the Holy Sword Association headquarters without Oma knowing.”

Lectar grinned, saying that none of Oma would know the current location of the Holy Sword Association.

“So you were planning to extract information from the start.”

I smiled faintly as I watched Lectar enjoy himself.

“I just thought I only needed to save you and Sylvia.”

Lectar sighed briefly, saying he wanted to protect both of them in Edgar’s place.

Thank you.

Raon felt Lectar’s sincerity and bowed respectfully at the waist.

“It’s done. Not the South either…. Oh, that’s right, there was that too!”

Lectar’s eyes suddenly gleamed as if he had just remembered something.

“A fellow who recently reached Transcendence appeared. Whether you talk to him or spar with him, it will be helpful to you.”

He twirled his finger, offering to arrange a meeting.

“Transcendence….”

I tightened my grip on the Heavenly Sword in my hand.
Though I knew nothing of this person—not their name, face, or age—hearing that they had reached transcendence ignited a fierce competitive spirit within me. I wanted to test myself against them.
It seemed I had become a swordsman not just in body, but in spirit as well.

“I will go.”

I ended my deliberation immediately and bowed to Lectar.

“However, I must first obtain permission from the Head of House.”

Given the dangerous situation I had recently experienced, Glen’s approval came first, regardless of whether Lectar accompanied me.

“That’s not necessary.”

Lectar shook his head calmly.

“I’ve already received permission from the Head of House.”
“What? He’s already given his approval?”
“Yes. He said to leave it to your choice.”

He laughed, saying it was an uncharacteristic answer for Glen.

“Ah….”

I gazed toward the Patriarch’s Hall and bit my lip.
Lectar had called it uncharacteristic of Glen, but to me, it seemed entirely characteristic of him.

‘The Head of House wants me to grow.’

Glen had clearly made this choice out of faith in me.
To live up to his expectations, I would need to go to the Holy Sword Association and dedicate myself to training.

“When will we depart? Now that I think about it, you’ve been away for quite some time….”
“I need to see Sia wake up. We’ll leave as soon as that child opens her eyes.”
“Understood.”

I also wanted to greet my sister before we left, so this seemed like the right time.

“Since our departure is set, shall we have a proper conversation through swords after all this time?”

Lectar drew his blade lightly, as if suggesting a casual sparring match.

“I’d be honored.”

I smiled faintly and raised the Heavenly Sword to guard position.

-Judging by the look of things, this won’t be finished until tomorrow.

Wrath muttered about being tired of training and retreated into the ice flower bracelet.

-Yawn.

I heard Wrath’s yawn as I brought the Radiant Sword crashing down toward Lectar.

Whoooosh!

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“You permitted Raon to visit the Holy Sword Association?”

Rimer looked up at Glen Zigheart, his eyes narrowing.

“At a time like this? Why on earth would you?”

He exhaled sharply, clearly unable to comprehend the decision.

“In times as turbulent as these, staying at Oma is actually safer than going out on missions. The Holy Sword Association has relocated, and no one knows their current location, so there’s no risk of other Omas launching an attack.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head calmly, as if placing his trust in Lectar.

“Moreover, the current Holy Sword Union Master is formidable. If his internal injuries are fully healed, he could hold his own against the leaders of Oma.”
“I’m actually asking about something else rather than that safety concern….”
“Something else?”
“You don’t want to send Raon away to the Holy Sword Association, do you? You love spending time with your grandson so much.”

Rimer raised his eyebrows slightly as if he knew everything.

“I’m curious about that too.”

Roen also looked at Glen Zigheart with a questioning expression.

“I haven’t spent much time with Raon either, but he has given me more than enough. He climbed to the position of Holy Sword Union Master to protect Raon, so I wanted to give him time to be together. I’m not such a narrow-minded person.”

Glen Zigheart looked down at Rimer with a pitying gaze.

“That’s a noble thought. But what if Raon ends up liking his real grandfather more because you’re being so generous?”

Rimer rolled his eyes with an exaggerated expression as if teasing Glen Zigheart.

“That’s… that won’t happen.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head with a tremor, as if it were absolutely impossible.

“The possibility seems quite real.”

Rimer wagged his finger while saying it wasn’t so.

“Raon still doesn’t call you grandfather much. He says Head of House more often.”
“That’s… because those are formal occasions….”
“As the Head of House knows well, Raon is still like a child when it comes to family relationships. He’s like a chick that just hatched from its egg. And now you’re sending him to his real grandfather?”

He curled the corners of his mouth upward.

“They’ll become close right away! Later, he might call Lectar ‘grandfather,’ while continuing to call you ‘Head of House’?”

Rimer looked at Roen as if asking if that wouldn’t be the case.

“Hehehehe!”

Roen simply laughed at Rimer’s words as if they were amusing.

“Ah, I stopped by the Training Ground a moment ago, and Lectar was teaching Raon swordsmanship. Raon kept calling him Grandfather and laughing—is that the power of a true grandfather?”
“The Training Ground? Which Training Ground!”

Glen Zigheart kicked off from the Jade Throne and rose to his feet.

“Of course, the 5th Training Ground.”

Rimer spread his right hand wide to display the number five.

“Tch, my digestion’s acting up….”

Glen Zigheart clutched his stomach as he descended from the Platform and immediately left the Audience Chamber.
Despite his words, he didn’t head toward the restroom—instead, he vaulted through the Window and began sprinting toward the 5th Training Ground.

“Kehehehe!”

Rimer burst into laughter watching Glen Zigheart’s retreating figure.

“I knew he’d do that! Always so full of bluster!”
“You went too far.”

Roen shook his head heavily, though an unmistakable smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Now let’s go see how the two of them clash.”

Rimer linked his arm around Roen’s shoulder as they headed toward the 5th Training Ground.
He conjured a mischievous grin, imagining Raon’s strained expression.

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A tremendous resonance thundered through the chamber!

Just as Raon was unfolding the Demonic Sword according to Lectar’s guidance, the Training Ground’s door burst open violently.

“Hm?”

I turned around, thinking it might be Rimer, only to find Glen Zigheart staring at me with a menacing gaze.

“Head of House? How did you end up here…?”
“Ahem, my digestion was poor, so I came out for a walk.”

Glen waved his hand with the eyes of a hunter on the prowl, not someone taking a leisurely stroll.

“Ah, yes…”

I nodded awkwardly and unfolded the Demonic Sword once more.

Tsk.

As I attempted the fifth form, thrusting toward the upper left, Glen clicked his tongue.

“You should extend that strike a bit faster and with more force.”

Glen muttered his advice about enhancing the speed and power of my swordplay, crossing his arms.

“Understood.”

I refined the essence of overwhelming strength and swift strikes while heeding Glen’s counsel.

“No, that’s wrong!”

Lectar shook his head firmly.

“If you do that, the power and speed will certainly increase, but the Demonic Sword’s unique character will weaken. The balance will be lost. Return to the original form I taught you.”

He instructed me to revert to the foundational swordplay and demonstrated the proper stance.

“Yes…”

I nodded and unfolded the original Demonic Sword once again.
Though the speed and power diminished, the Demonic Sword’s inherent flow was restored, enabling smooth transitions between techniques.

“Hmm…”

Glen seemed to think he was inferior to Lectar when it came to demonic swordsmanship, so he closed his mouth without further comment.

Whoooosh!

I listened to Lectar’s advice, trained my demonic swordsmanship, and without a moment’s rest, immediately unfolded the Window to the Sky technique.

“Still excellent swordsmanship. However, I think it would be better to draw the sky even higher.”
“Understood.”

Following Lectar’s advice, I concentrated my strength on the sword strike and executed the Grand Autumn Mid-Heaven. It felt as though an autumn sky—high and noble—was dwelling within my blade.

“That’s not it!”

Glen stepped forward as if it were his turn and shook his head.

“The Grand Autumn Mid-Heaven of the Window to the Sky must prioritize its exhilaration and grandeur!”

Rather than height, he told me to focus on momentum and breadth, demonstrating it himself.

“Ah, yes.”

I quickly nodded and unfolded the Grand Autumn Mid-Heaven according to Glen’s guidance. A sword strike brimming with the Window to the Sky’s characteristic exhilaration soared as if splitting the heavens.
A sword strike imbued with the distinctive exhilaration of the Palace’s blade technique soared upward as if to split the heavens.

“Ahem!”
“Watch out!”

This time, it seemed Lectar thought he was being pushed back, so he closed his mouth, and a smile bloomed at the corner of Glen’s lips.

After that, Glen and Lectar continued to offer their advice, and Raon unfolded his swordsmanship while sweating profusely, following the instructions of the two men.

“Raon! Unfold a swift strike! Speed comes first!”
“Raon! Deploy the Sword of Pleasure! Speed is the priority!”

My head was spinning so much that I didn’t even know which sword I was striking anymore.
His head was spinning so badly that he didn’t even know which sword he was swinging down.

“My heart aches…”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar were so earnest that my chest ached. My skills were clearly improving, yet it was unbearable to endure.

‘At least there was one silver lining….’

Both were swordsmen who had mastered the Ten Thousand Swords, so they recognized progress quickly.
Glen and Lectar both acknowledged what was working and offered appropriate guidance. Of course, that only made my head spin faster.

“Phew….”

As I exhaled heavily and continued swinging my blade, I sensed someone approaching the Training Ground.

‘Mother? Please let it be Mother….’

I glanced toward the Training Ground entrance, hoping for Sylvia’s arrival, but instead Rimer and Roen appeared.

“I was right, wasn’t I?”

Rimer clapped his hands as he watched me sandwiched between Glen Zigheart and Lectar.

“I told you it would turn out like this!”

He clutched his belly and laughed, finding my miserable expression hilarious.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen also chuckled dryly, as if he genuinely hadn’t expected this outcome.

“Since it’s come to this, should we make a wager? Whose advice will prove more accurate? I’m betting on the Head of House….”

Rimer openly pulled out gold coins, proposing a bet.

“Raon. What are you doing? Unfold your swordplay at once.”
“Raon. This time, try drawing out that sensory blade.”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar paid no attention to Rimer, remaining entirely focused on their swordplay guidance competition.
I found myself wishing they would just fight each other instead.

“Ugh….”

I lifted the Heavenly Sword with weakened hands and gnashed my teeth at Rimer.

‘You. No salary for a year!’

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Even after being tormented all day by Glen Zigheart and Lectar, I couldn’t find peace. Naturally, it was because of Wrath.

-Didn’t you promise to buy me everything I want to eat! Go now!
‘But I already bought some yesterday…’
-Only four! That’s nothing!

Wrath struck my back, demanding more ice cream.

-Bring me a box of mint chocolate and a box of the new flavor!

He snorted, insisting I keep my promise.

‘Sigh…’

I shook my head and entered the Ice Cream Shop. As I approached the counter to place an order, I spotted a familiar face.

“Lunan?”

Lunan, standing motionless before the ice cream display like a statue, turned his gaze toward me calmly.

-Oh, the ice cream girl! So you were here after all!

Wrath grinned, delighted to have found his kindred spirit.

“Raon.”

Lunan blinked his blank eyes as if greeting me warmly.

“How are your injuries?”
“All better.”

She swayed her arms and legs like dancing, insisting she was fine. It was amusing how she answered such a question with such enthusiasm.

“Did you come to get ice cream?”
“Yeah. I want to eat it with Mom and Dad.”

Lunan nodded, mentioning she planned to buy several.

“I’ll buy it for you. Pick whichever one you want.”
“…Yeah. Thanks.”

Lunan’s eyes brightened slightly. She immediately pressed her face against the display case again, ready to choose.

-Let’s pick quickly too!

Wrath followed Lunan, his eyes gleaming as he examined the display case.

‘We’ve already decided on mint chocolate and the new flavor.’
-Hmm, now that I look at it, that one’s appealing too….

He licked his lips at the sight of the pink strawberry ice cream.

‘Three boxes is too much.’
-We don’t come here every day! Buy it! Please buy it!

Wrath thrashed in the air, shouting for ice cream.

‘Fine, I’ll buy it then. But you’re only eating one today.’
-Excellent!

He nodded his large chin in agreement.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a weary breath.

‘Is this what it means to have a Demon King attached to me, or am I raising a child….’

I still can’t figure out what kind of person changes so drastically between being serious and eating. It’s baffling.

“Raon.”

As I was about to order the ice cream Wrath wanted, Lunan Slion approached me.

“Have you decided on everything?”
“Could you do me a favor instead of getting ice cream?”

Lunan Slion lowered his gaze slightly, as if he had something to say.

“What kind of favor?”

Since I was willing to grant most requests, I asked what he wanted first.

“Have a sparring match in front of my mom and dad.”

Lunan Slion lowered his head respectfully, as if making a sincere request.

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While Raon and Lunan Slion were discussing the sparring match.

“Something feels off…”

Pedrick exhaled deeply and grasped Sia’s wrist, who still hadn’t awakened.
He examined her pupils, breathing, and the flow of internal mana, then carefully lifted her trembling eyelids.

“I see…”

Pedrick bit his lip as understanding dawned on him.

“What is it? What’s her condition?”

Glen Zigheart, who had been observing the scene, lowered his gaze heavily.

“She’s in excellent health. All her wounds have healed, her vitality is abundant, and her three dantians are perfectly stable.”

Pedrick smacked his lips, noting that she was far too robust to be called a patient.

“Then why can’t she wake up?”

Lectar’s trembling lips parted as he gazed at Sia.

“There’s nothing wrong with her body. Nothing wrong with her soul either. But…”

Pedrick brushed back Sia’s hair and released a heavy sigh.

“The problem lies between the two.”

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