The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83

“What is that pathetic posture?”

Glen Zigheart lifted his chin, observing Rimer prostrated in an awkward stance.

“The balance between your body and aura has deteriorated further. What have you been doing?”
“It wasn’t something I caused, sir.”
“Regardless.”

As Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes, his aura unraveled like thread and burrowed into Rimer’s body.

A deep hum resonated.

The pain in my mana circuits and core—aftereffects from opening the Sword Realm—began to subside.

“Hah…”

I let out a hollow laugh.

‘Has he grown stronger again?’

To correct the body’s misalignment merely by manipulating his aura—it was no exaggeration to say Glen Zigheart had reached the realm of a demigod.

‘No, he was always at that level.’

Glen Zigheart hadn’t revealed his true strength even once over the past decade. Rather than growing stronger, he was simply displaying his actual capabilities.

A deep hum faded away.

Glen Zigheart’s aura, which had been caressing my muscles, bones, and organs, dissipated like smoke. My body felt considerably better.

“Thank you.”

I stopped my trembling fingers and bowed my head properly.

“It’s done. I have no desire to watch that weakling trembling like that any longer.”
“Hehe, it seems I’ll be indebted to you going forward.”
“Quiet. State your business.”
“Ah, yes.”

He lifted his head and smiled.

“I’ve brought news of the grandsons the Patriarch has been eagerly awaiting.”
“….”

Glen Zigheart gazed down at Rimer with indifferent eyes, offering no response.

“That’s quite the impatient expression you’re wearing.”

Rimer chuckled and rose to his feet.

“Actually, something rather amusing occurred during the mission.”
“Amusing?”
“Yes. Eden was present in Sebu Village.”
“What do you mean by that?”

Even Glen Zigheart, who had reached the realm of a demigod, seemed taken aback by this revelation. His eyes widened like lanterns.

“Judging by the fact that even the Branch, which had previously surveyed Sebu Village and Sebu Mountain, failed to detect them, it appears they arrived after the Branch’s investigation.”
“Get to the point. Quickly.”
“Understood. Then let me start from the beginning. When I first arrived there, I discovered the Red-eyed Ghost. As I pondered what to do, I decided to trust the children once. So….”

Rimer nodded and recounted the events that had unfolded in Sebu in order.

“…When I arrived, Raon refused to retreat before Gwahyeolgwi despite his body being in ruins.”

Rimer’s deep green eyes gleamed with vivid light.

“Gwahyeolgwi? Do you truly believe what you’re saying makes sense….”
“It doesn’t. A fifteen-year-old trainee who hasn’t even earned the title of Swordsman cut through the Green Warrior and survived a blow from Gwahyeolgwi? It’s a tale that would earn ridicule from anyone. But!”

He raised a long finger.

“It’s the truth. I witnessed it myself, the trainees witnessed it, and the villagers witnessed it as well. And if the Patriarch sees Raon, he will understand. That boy has already reached the lower tier of Sword Expert.”
“You said he survived. Then his body is fine?”

Doubt and concern flickered in Glen Zigheart’s eyes as he ascended to transcendence.

“You share such remarkable news, yet you worry about his body first. You truly are blood-related.”
“Quiet. Just speak.”
“His left arm’s bones are fractured and muscles are torn. He said he sustained the injury from the first strike while trying to save the Village Chief.”
“Hmm….”

Upon hearing those words, Glen Zigheart’s lips twisted slightly.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that expression. You seem both proud of your grandson and worried about him.”
“What is his current condition?”
“I administered the sap of Elbrin. He will return even stronger.”
“That is…”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes. Elbrin was the name of the second World Tree. Its sap was a treasure difficult to acquire even with gold.

“The injuries were so severe that without swift intervention, he would not have recovered perfectly. And somehow, how should I put it? I didn’t feel the slightest regret about using it.”

Rimer shrugged his shoulders.

“Where are the trainees now?”
“They will arrive at the clan in two days.”
“I will convene a family council as soon as those children return. Summon the branch leaders.”
“Understood.”

As Glen Zigheart issued his orders with eyes closed, Roen, who had been standing in shock, stepped forward.

‘Raon. I can extract quite a bit from him.’

Rimer smiled wickedly as he observed Glen Zigheart’s expression.

“Rimer.”
“Ah, yes?”

Just when I thought everything was finished, Glen Zigheart’s voice suddenly cut through.

“Why did you go there yourself instead of sending another instructor?”
“I simply wanted to witness the children’s growth.”
“I see….”

Glen Zigheart scratched his chin and continued speaking.

“Well done. And thank you for your efforts.”
“Oh? This… how long has it been since I received praise? Nearly twenty years….”
“You would have heard it several more times if you hadn’t been such a fool.”
“Haha! That’s certainly true.”

Rimer burst into genuine laughter. I couldn’t remember the last time I had laughed so sincerely before the Patriarch, or when he had last shown such an open smile.

It seemed the clan, which had remained frozen in place, was finally beginning to move again thanks to Raon.

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Raon and the trainees arrived before the Zigheart Main Gate after a fortnight had passed.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

With a thunderous roar that seemed to twist the very earth, the silver gate that appeared immovable swung wide open.

Beyond it stood the castle walls and the gatekeeping swordsmen who guarded the entrance, rigid and imposing.
They looked the same as when departing on a mission.

Yet there was a difference.
In the eyes of the gatekeeping swordsmen, who had been as expressionless as statues, surprise and curiosity now gleamed.

“Welcome back.”

The voice of the guard captain had changed as well. It was as if he were greeting seasoned swordsmen returning from a completed mission, not mere fledgling trainees.

“Thank you.”

I lowered my head to the gatekeepers, narrowing my eyes.

‘Rimer spread this around.’

Obvious. The branch members were still in Sebu Village, so it was clear that Rimer had spread the word everywhere.

“I’m sure you’d like to rest, but there’s somewhere you need to go first. All of you, head to the Patriarch’s Hall. The Patriarch is waiting for you.”
“Pardon?”
“The Patriarch’s Hall?”
“The Patriarch?”

At the mention of the Patriarch summoning them, all the trainees’ eyes widened.

“Go at once.”

The captain of the guards pointed toward the direction of the Patriarch’s Hall and ordered the gates closed.

“Let’s go.”

I had already anticipated this, so I nodded and led the trainees toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

As we passed through the family’s main avenue, everyone we encountered stopped and stared at me blankly.

Thanks to my heightened senses, I could even hear their whispers.

“That’s him, right? Raon Zigheart.”
“He’s so small, but he really caught the Green Warrior?”
“That’s nothing. He withstood an attack from Gwahyeolgwi.”
“But he doesn’t seem that impressive? Is he really an Expert? Looks more like high-level User tier to me.”
“Could Rimer have spread nonsense again?”
“Rimer is lazy, but he hasn’t degraded to the point of fabricating false rumors.”

They chattered excitedly among themselves about whether the rumors Rimer had spread were true or false.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled softly and entered the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Welcome back upon completing your mission.”

Roen, Glen Zigheart’s butler, bowed his head. Following his lead, all the servants lowered their heads in deference.

‘Indeed….’

Since this place housed the genuine article, the reaction differed from before.

“This way, if you please. Everyone is waiting for you.”
“Everyone, you say….”
“Not only the Patriarch, but the Branch Heads are also present.”
“Mm….”
“The, the Branch Heads too?”
“Oh my….”

Turning at the faint murmur, I saw all the trainees tensing their expressions, their lips dry as they moistened them nervously.

“There’s no need to be anxious. Simply go and recount what happened. That’s all.”
“Precisely. All of you need only convey what you witnessed and experienced during your mission.”

Roen nodded with a gentle smile.

‘He truly is different.’

Standing beside Glen Zigheart, I had observed countless talented individuals, but never one like Raon.

It wasn’t that he was too young to understand the gravity of this moment. Seeing him remain so composed despite knowing everything suggested an extraordinary disposition.

“Let us proceed.”

Roen nodded and guided us down the spacious corridor.

“Let’s go.”

I followed directly behind Roen toward the Audience Chamber. The doors stood open, and from within, a formidable aura emanated outward.

“Exhale.”

I breathed out and stepped inside. Unlike the evaluation, there was only a single throne upon the platform, and beneath it stood a line of unfamiliar swordsmen I had never seen before.

‘Those must be the Branch Heads and Heads of the Zigheart.’

A chill ran down my spine at the imposing presence of those standing in line. Their very aura and temperament differed fundamentally from ordinary humans.

‘And….’

Now that I had reached Expert rank, I could sense it far more clearly. Glen Zigheart. His aura was so immense that I could barely perceive it properly. It seemed to extend beyond the Audience Chamber and touch the entirety of the Zigheart Territory.

‘Terrifying.’

Even among the assembled masters gathered here, he stood alone on an entirely different plane of existence.

“We greet the Patriarch!”

I stopped in the center of the Audience Chamber, dropped to one knee, and bowed my head.

“We greet the Patriarch!”

The trainees followed suit, assuming the same posture and lowering their heads.

“Rise.”

Everyone felt Glen’s weighty voice resonate through their chests as they lifted their heads.

“Raon Zigheart.”
“Yes.”
“I hear you were at the center of the Sebu Village incident. Tell me the details.”
“Understood.”

I gathered my thoughts and rose to my feet.

“When I arrived at Sebu Village, I sensed that someone was watching us. At first, I thought it was one of the instructors, but it wasn’t. To gather accurate information….”

From Rimer in the back, yawning irritatingly as he passed through the ranks, to Glen at the front—I met the eyes of everyone before I spoke.

“When I was overwhelmed while confronting Gwahyeolgwi and resigned myself to death, Instructor Rimer came to my aid and saved my life.”
“….”

A heavy silence, like the weight of iron, settled over the entire Audience Chamber at my words.

“Patriarch.”

Karun Zigheart, Burren’s father and Glen’s second son, lifted his chin.

“Do you truly believe that makes sense? These are merely children who turned fifteen or sixteen. They would have been annihilated by the Green Warrior, yet they endured against Gwahyeolgwi? It’s clearly nonsense!”
“But brother, we’ve also received word from the Branch. Eden’s movements have been spotted in various locations.”

Denier Zigheart, Glen’s third son and Martha’s father, stepped forward to block his path. He had always sided with us from the beginning.

“I saw it myself. Damn, you’re hard to convince.”

Rimer scratched his ear and snorted dismissively.

“That’s the problem right there! How could a cripple like you have defeated Gwahyeolgwi? Where’s the proof for that….”

Clang!

At the sudden metallic sound, all eyes turned toward me.

Before me lay two pieces of metal—the helmets of the Green Warrior and Gwahyeolgwi.

“The helmets of the Green Warrior and Gwahyeolgwi….”
“W-was it real?”
“Hmm….”

The lords who saw the helmets widened their eyes.

“The helmets of those Eden bastards aren’t the issue! What I’m asking is how you managed to capture them! An ambush? You’re not even an assassin, so how could that possibly be?”

I couldn’t say that I had been an assassin.

“Patriarch.”

I looked past Karun and the other lords, gazing up at Glen before me.

“May I draw my sword?”

Glen gave a very slight nod.

“Thank you.”

I lowered my head and drew the sword hanging from my waist. Crimson flames erupted across the silver blade, its edge worn from use.

Whoooosh!

The flames engulfing the blade blazed like the intense fire of a foundry, illuminating the entire Audience Chamber.

“That… that’s sword aura. And with such flames at that…?”
“I heard it was just a small spark?”
“A Sword Expert? At that age?”
“This… this can’t be real…?”
“At that level, he could match the Green Warrior.”

The clan lords widened their eyes in astonishment at my sword aura.

“I told you. That kid’s a monster.”

Rimer chuckled with amusement as he watched the bewildered clan lords.

Glen Zigheart’s expression remained largely unchanged. Yet those who knew him well would have noticed the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Whoooosh!

I lowered my sword, which burned with crimson flames, and clenched my jaw.

“Does that answer your question?”

No response came to those words.

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