The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 815

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Chapter 815

Before a gently crackling campfire.

Raon examined the martial arts manual he’d received from Darkan and let out a small, incredulous laugh.

‘Even seeing it again, it’s remarkable.’

The incantations and application methods are impossibly refined.

The Sword of Transcendence is an obscure martial art so difficult that throughout the Continent’s history, those who mastered it are extraordinarily rare.
Even Transcendents find it challenging to acquire, yet this manual has dissected every subtlety of the Sword of Transcendence so that even Grand Masters could comprehend it.

‘I knew his abilities were exceptional, but to this degree…’

Creating legendary martial arts like the Manhwa Palace and the Ring of Fire, then interpreting the Sword of Transcendence itself so that anyone could understand it—the Zigheart Ancestor I had witnessed was nothing short of a deity of martial arts.

‘Truly a genuine grand master.’

Though I myself had devised various sword techniques and martial arts, I couldn’t imagine reaching even the heel of the Ancestor’s level at this point.

‘But what exactly was someone of that caliber preparing for?’

The Zigheart Ancestor had traveled across the entire Continent, sowing seeds for the future.
I was curious what such a powerful person could possibly be preparing for.

‘Could it be because of the Strange Being I saw in the cave…?’
-Merely that much!

As Raon reflected on the Zigheart Ancestor’s vision, Wrath suddenly sprang up.

‘Hmm?’
-Had the True Demon King merely wished it, I could have created martial arts far superior to the Sword of Transcendence!

Wrath pounded his chest, insisting he could create martial arts stronger than the Sword of Transcendence.

‘For example?’

I gave Wrath a short nod.

-If I were the True Demon King, I could create countless Ethereal Swords from ice and hurl them at you!
‘Oh, go ahead.’
-Huh?

Wrath’s eyes widened in surprise. He looked flustered, as if he hadn’t expected me to actually encourage him to try—usually his boasts were simply ignored.

‘You said you could do it. Go on, try.’
-Well…

He swallowed hard and quickly turned his head away.

-W-why would the True Demon King do something to benefit you! Creating them is simple enough, but I absolutely will not teach you! Military secrets cannot be divulged!
‘No, you don’t have to teach me—just do it.’
-Enough! You copy everything just by watching! I cannot hand over military intelligence!

Wrath retreated step by step, clinging to the flimsy excuse of military secrets.

‘Anyway.’

I chuckled softly and returned to the book. Perhaps because we’d grown closer, Wrath’s boasting and playfulness seemed to have increased.

“What do you think?”

Martha licked her lips as she examined the martial manual for the Ethereal Sword.

“Do you think you’ll be able to use a proper Ethereal Sword?”

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity about this martial technique called the Ethereal Sword.

“Yes. It’s structured to be quite manageable.”

I lowered the manual and nodded calmly.

“If you refine it well, I might be able to create an Ethereal Sword you can use once you reach Grand Master.”

If I ascended to transcendence and the Ethereal Sword’s proficiency increased, I believed I could craft an Ethereal Sword usable by Grand Masters.
Of course, it would be impossible at the initial stage, and you’d need to be at least mid-tier Grand Master.

“Really…?”

Lunan, who had been gazing into the campfire, sprang to her feet.

“We can really learn the Sword of Eternity?”
“Huh? Oh, probably….”
“Yes!”

Lunan raised both arms and gave a small cheer. Considering her usual demeanor, it was an exaggerated reaction.

“I didn’t know you were that interested in the Sword of Eternity.”

I watched Lunan continue raising her arms and smiled thinly.

“Interest? Hardly.”

Martha shook her head emphatically.

“She’s always complaining about how tedious and boring everything is. It’s obvious she wants to learn the Sword of Eternity so she can ride around on it.”

She snorted, as if to say she saw right through her.

“Come on, surely not….”
“That’s right.”

Lunan nodded confidently, confirming Martha’s words were correct.

“I want to ride a sword to work, and take naps on top of it too.”

Her cheeks flushed as she imagined how pleasant it would be to sleep on a sword beneath the sun.

“You idiot! If you fall asleep, the Sword of Eternity will drop you!”

Martha frowned, speaking as if exasperated.

“…I can do it.”

Lunan lowered her brows, insisting it wouldn’t drop her.

“Absolutely not!”
“You can.”

Martha and Lunan argued while sleeping about whether they could operate the Sleeping Sword, butting their heads together like cattle.

“Sigh….”

I watched Martha and Lunan, who had started headbutting, and let out a sigh.

‘Why are they becoming increasingly childish?’

Those two had been dignified during their trainee days, yet as they aged, they seemed to grow more immature instead.

-Because they’ve grown closer.

Wrath waved his hand, saying it was a good thing and to leave them be.

‘Like you?’
-What nonsense are you spouting!
‘Never mind.’

I chuckled softly and was about to refocus on the Martial Scripture when Burren approached.

“Raon.”
“Hmm?”
“What do you think about what the previous Holy Sword Master said?”

Burren’s expression had darkened, still troubled by the possibility that Zigheart and the Holy Sword Association had a connection.

“It’s not absolute, but I think there’s a possibility.”

Combining what I had seen in my dreams with the accounts of Lectar and Darkan, the Zigheart Ancestor who appeared in my dream was certainly connected to the origins of the Holy Sword Association.

While the situation was certain to me, I couldn’t reveal everything, so I only mentioned that there was a possibility.

“I see….”

Burren pressed his lips together firmly. The fact that it might be related to Oma seemed to be a shock, given that he took more pride in Zigheart than anyone else.

“There’s no need to be flustered or angry.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“But the Holy Sword Association is Oma! True, things have changed greatly now that your grandfather is here, but if you think about the Holy Sword Association of the past, it’s nothing but evil….”
“What were the people of the Holy Sword Association like when you came here and saw them yourself?”
“What?”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened as if he didn’t understand what I was saying.

“Setting aside Oma’s Holy Sword Association—what were the people you actually went and saw like?”

Raon murmured softly to Burren Zigheart, urging him to think it through properly.

“…There were some rough people, but fundamentally they were good, and their passion for the sword was incredibly strong.”

Burren Zigheart bit his lip, saying they weren’t much different from the swordsmen of Zigheart.

“Those people were Oma then and are Oma now. But if you call them evil….”
“That’s not right.”

He exhaled softly and nodded his head.

“The Holy Sword Association certainly committed many misdeeds, and it’s true they’re called Oma.”

Raon lowered both hands and drew two lines on the ground.

“The connection between Zigheart and the Holy Sword Association that Darkan spoke of dates back hundreds of years or more from now. Back then, the Holy Sword Association might have been good, or Zigheart might have been evil. In the future, it could be the opposite.”

The line on the right continued straight, while the left twisted chaotically like a maze.

“We saw firsthand what kind of person Derus Robert is. This world changes depending on the perspective from which you view it.”

Raon connected the lines that had traced different trajectories and smiled softly.

“That’s true….”

Burren Zigheart now seemed to understand what I was saying and nodded heavily.

“It’s not about names or reputations. You have to look directly into someone’s heart. Whether it’s a person or a family.”

Raon nodded, sharing the wisdom he had gained through his past and present lives.

“I’m sorry. I seem to have been too caught up in the name Oma.”

Burren Zigheart exhaled a long sigh, acknowledging his flawed thinking.

“It’s fine. I thought you were an insufferable young master at first too.”

Raon chuckled and patted Burren Zigheart’s shoulder.

“I-I was just young back then….”

Burren Zigheart had nothing to say about his trainee days and bit his lip, his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m joking.”

Raon waved his hand lightly.

‘Burren Zigheart must have become fixated on the Zigheart name because of Karun.’

Burren Zigheart still respected Karun, and Karun took immense pride in the Zigheart name. It was only natural for a son to be influenced by his father, so his personality made perfect sense.
It’s natural for a son to be influenced by his father, so it was easy enough to understand how he came to have such a personality.

-You’ve never cared about names or reputations from the start, have you.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, noting that I was unlike a mere child.

‘I’ve been through some things.’

I twisted my lips as I recalled Derus Robert from my past life.

‘And that wasn’t just something I was saying to Burren Zigheart.’

To take revenge on Derus Robert without creating another innocent victim—another Raon—my words about looking beyond appearances and into the heart were also a vow to myself.

“All done! Please eat while it’s hot!”

Dorian prepared tea and distributed it to everyone.
Due to his insight ability, the color of tea given to each person was different.

“Huh…?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the thick, greenish liquid that resembled green tea.

“What is this?”

I had never seen tea of this color before, so it was difficult to drink it readily.

“Ah, that’s tea made with mint chocolate!”

Dorian chuckled, saying he made it because it seemed necessary.

“Mint chocolate?”
-Mint chocolate!

Lunan and Wrath gathered in front of the teacup simultaneously.

“Ugh…”

Lunan frowned at the steaming mint chocolate tea and immediately stepped back.

-Ooh! The True Demon King’s wish came true!

But Wrath licked his lips as if he had personally ordered it.
It seemed he had been aiming for this when he danced on my head earlier.

“Warm mint chocolate is really not it…”
-Shut up and eat it!

Wrath forcibly opened my mouth, urging me to eat it.

“Blegh…”

I reluctantly drank the mint chocolate, but I spat it out before finishing even half of it.

-This is something new!

Wrath’s eyes clouded over like mist as he seemed to find warm mint chocolate not entirely disagreeable.

‘Your taste really is incomprehensible… hm?’

I wiped the mint chocolate from my tongue and turned around.

‘What is it?’

I had felt someone’s gaze just moments before, but when I looked back, there was no one there.
I extended my senses far and wide, but not even an animal could be detected.

‘Wrath, was there someone here?’
-Was there? Never mind that! Just drink more of the mint chocolate tea!

Wrath was already so entranced by the mint chocolate that his eyes had rolled back in his head.

“…”

I watched Wrath intently for a moment, then poured the mint chocolate tea over the campfire.

-Noooooo!

Wrath touched the campfire with his chubby little arms, but of course he couldn’t stop it.

-You, you wretch! You’ll surely go to heaven and become a slave for all eternity!
‘There was definitely…’

I ignored Wrath’s tantrum and turned back around again.

‘Something was there.’

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Rumble rumble rumble!
A tremendous tremor shook through all of Zigheart as if an earthquake had struck.

“Ah, is it already six o’clock?”
“Let’s go grab something to eat.”
“What’s for side dishes today?”

The Zigheart swordsmen in the Training Ground, despite the violent tremors occurring around them, smacked their lips as if it were nothing and headed toward the Dining Hall.

The swordsmen standing along the path were no different. They chatted idly as they walked down the Main Street, as if they couldn’t even feel the earthquake.

“Puhahahaha!”

Rimer burst into laughter watching the scene.

“He shakes his legs on schedule every single day. He’s become an alarm clock! Should we call him the Northern Destruction Kingdom Clock?”

He clutched his belly and laughed as he watched the Dining Hall beginning to fill with people.

“Two months have passed, so they must have accepted it by now.”

Dogyae also let out a hollow laugh, as if the situation was utterly absurd.

“But if he’s going to make such a fuss, wouldn’t it be better to just go meet him directly?”

He muttered in confusion as he gazed toward the Zigheart Main Residence.

“Apparently, they can’t go out because they don’t know when Oma will rampage.”

Rimer said that the collapse of the Zigheart Castle Wall had been quite a shock, and he smacked his lips briefly.

“I understand, but it’s still a shame.”
“I don’t understand you.”

Dogyae narrowed his eyes as he looked at Rimer.

“Me?”

Rimer pointed at himself with his finger as if asking what he meant.

“Yeah.”

Dogyae stepped forward and looked into Rimer’s eyes.

“You usually gallivant about carelessly, yet during these two months without Raon, haven’t you been living more diligently than anyone?”

Ordinarily, Rimer paid no mind to his own training, let alone the Gwangpung Corps’ drills.
But while Raon was away, he had devoted himself not only to the Gwangpung Corps’ training but to his own cultivation as well.

Even if he had regained some sense of purpose, I never expected him to maintain such consistency for two months straight.

“They say people die when they change suddenly—have you caught some terminal illness?”

Dogyae’s gaze turned sharp as he demanded the truth.

“I’m an elf, so human proverbs don’t work on me.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders, telling him to think whatever he wished.

“You’re impossible to read, no matter when I see you.”

Dogyae clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Focus on that over there instead of me… huh?”

Rimer’s eyes widened as he pointed toward the Patriarch’s Hall, the source of the tremors. The earthquake had stopped far more quickly than usual.

“What’s this?”

Dogyae also noticed that Glen’s leg-shaking had ceased and raised his eyebrows.

“It stopped faster than usual today?”
“Why do you think!”

Rimer grinned and lifted his head.

“Our esteemed young master is returning!”

He declared that only Raon could stop that leg-shaking, and he rushed out toward the Training Ground.

“The Organization Master is returning?”
“Has it already been two months?”
“It’s been well over two months now.”
“Let’s go too! We need to show him how much we’ve improved!”

The Gwangpung Corps swordsmen followed behind Rimer, eager to greet Raon and demonstrate the results of their diligent training.

When Rimer and the Gwangpung Corps arrived at the Main Gate, the massive doors swung open, revealing Raon entering with three squad leaders and Dorian.

“Huh?”
“Ho.”

Dogyae and Rimer both let out exclamations of surprise simultaneously.

“What kind of ordeal did they go through?”

Dogyae examined Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian in turn, then exhaled sharply.

“They’ve all become unrecognizable.”

A smile played at his lips as he noted that each of them had transformed into a different person entirely.

“But wait… is that really Dorian?”

Dogyae raised his eyebrows, observing the gaunt figure of Dorian.

“It seems to be. He occasionally loses weight like that. Though this time it’s rather extreme.”

Rimer’s eyes widened in surprise at Dorian’s transformation as well.

“Not only in appearance, but his strength has grown considerably. It’s shocking, but…”

Rimer swallowed hard as he gazed into Raon’s serene eyes.

“Our Organization Master’s transformation appears the most profound.”

While there was significant growth in his martial prowess, the very essence of his gaze had fundamentally changed.
A calm yet razor-sharp aura—it felt like standing before a transcendent being far beyond his own level.

“I have returned.”

Raon stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Rimer and Dogyae.

“Good work out there!”

Dogyae nodded with satisfaction, clearly pleased by everyone’s growth.

“What did you do? Just trained relentlessly the whole time?”

Rimer also patted Raon’s shoulder with an approving smile.

“Well, yes. There’s much to report. However….”

Raon nodded with a smile, his crimson eyes gleaming sharply.

“It seems those behind us have been taking it easy.”

He offered a subtle smile as if to say “we’ll talk later,” then walked toward the Main Mansion.

“What? Did you all just play around? Why do you look like that!”

Martha surveyed the Gwangpung Corps and twisted her lips in displeasure.

“No, we did train. Just not nearly enough.”

Burren exhaled heavily, resolved to put them through proper training.

“You won’t be sleeping well from now on….”

Lunan nodded earnestly and followed after Raon.

“You’re all finished!”

Even Dorian raised his small fist toward the Gwangpung Corps.

“Hmm….”

Rimer swallowed hard as he watched Raon’s retreating figure. Though he had trained them diligently, the abnormal growth on that side was so extraordinary that he couldn’t refute it.

“What… what is this…?”

Crain grabbed his head as he stared at the backs of Raon and the four others.

“What in the world did they go through to all come back as Raon Zigheart clones!”

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Raon stepped into the Audience Chamber and stood before Glen’s Jade Throne.

“Raon Zigheart and four members of the Gwangpung Corps. We have completed our training at the Holy Sword Association and have returned.”

I formally announced our return, dropping to one knee and bowing my head.
Burren, Martha, Lunan, and Dorian behind me knelt as well.

“Rise.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, well… Hah!”

Glen suddenly drew a sharp breath as he looked at my face.
His expression was indescribable. He looked joyful, yet sorrowful, and somehow like a corpse whose breath had stopped.
No, all those expressions blended together into something quite peculiar.

“Head of House? Are you alright?”
“Hah… yes, I’m fine.”

Glen shook his head, clutching his left chest.

“Ahem! I was just a bit startled after so long.”

He slowly steadied his breathing and relaxed his contorted expression.

“You’ve grown remarkably in these two months away. All of you have advanced.”

Glen examined each of us from Raon to Dorian, then smiled with evident satisfaction.

“It seems there was more than just ordinary matters happening.”
“Yes. There are many things I need to report this time as well.”

I nodded as I organized the events that had occurred at the Holy Sword Association.

“Tell me.”
“Yes. Then….”

I recounted everything—from the various training I had undergone to the exceptional swordsmen at the Holy Sword Association, and even the return of the previous Holy Sword Master.

“So that’s how you achieved such growth. Expanding the realm of Ten Thousand Swords even further—that’s a greater gain than mere increase in combat power.”

Glen spoke of the positive changes and growth with a small smile.

“…And Darkan was indeed alive. He gouged out his eyes to master the Heart Sword. How very like him.”

He smacked his lips briefly, as if he had anticipated Darkan’s survival to some degree. There was no sense of regret at not having finished him.

“Head of House.”

I bowed my head as I looked at Glen.

“There is something I would like to ask you.”
“Speak.”

Glen lowered his hand as if he would answer anything.

“Among the Zigheart Ancestors, is there someone like me—with blonde hair, red eyes, who wields the Egis Sword? Oh, and they use fire aura, but its color is golden.”

I described the appearance of the ancestor I had seen in my dreams, detail by detail, as I gazed at Glen.

“Hmm!”

Glen’s eyes widened in surprise before he slowly lowered his gaze.

“As you know, blonde hair and red eyes are not uncommon colors in the Zigheart. If we trace back through history, there are countless swordsmen with such features. However, there is only one person who wielded golden fire.”

His crimson eyes curved with reverence and respect.

“The First Zigheart Family Head. Only he was able to draw forth the golden flames.”

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