The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 847

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Chapter 847

After shedding tears, I followed Glen toward the Audience Chamber.

Sylvia and Edgar, along with the other executives, followed behind with bewildered expressions, seemingly surprised that I could cry.

“Sigh…”

Glen stood on the platform in the Audience Chamber and released a heavy sigh. He extended his hand toward me from before the Jade Throne.

“Rimer…”

Glen paused mid-sentence, his gaze falling on Rimer’s coffin beside me, and he gently bit his lip.

“I heard that Rimer died and Aris suffered severe injuries, but the exact circumstances were not conveyed to me.”

He seemed to recognize that I and the Gwangpung Corps were in a difficult emotional state, so he turned his attention to Rabawin.

“Rabawin. You…”
“Head of House. I will explain.”

I wiped away the remaining tears from my eyes with the back of my hand and stepped forward.

“Will you be alright?”
“Yes. I wish to do this. No, I must do this.”

I nodded while looking at Rimer’s coffin beside me.

“Then I leave it to you.”

Glen lowered his brows slightly and stepped back one pace.

“I will explain from the beginning. After we obtained the Soul Stone and were about to return to Zigheart, a subordinate of Aris came to us.”

I refrained from mentioning Paras by name so he wouldn’t feel burdened, referring to him only as Aris’s subordinate.

“He brought news that he had found traces of Seif, Aris’s son. After deliberating, we decided to send the Soul Stone to Zigheart first and then search for Seif. When we first entered the dungeon…”

I recounted everything that had happened inside the Wizard Dungeon without omitting a single detail.

“…Thanks to the Master I met in the Mental World, I was able to ascend to transcendence, and by controlling the Wizard Dungeon, I could pursue Seif and Bardiel to exact my revenge.”

As I recalled the memories of the Wizard Dungeon, Rimer’s face surfaced in my mind and tears threatened to spill again, but I suppressed the surging emotions because I didn’t want to cry anymore.

“Derus Robert. This bastard really!”

Valdemar stamped his foot so violently it seemed he might collapse the Audience Chamber.

“Where the hell is this bastard hiding and pulling this crap!”

He gnashed his teeth, wanting to grab Derus Robert by the hair and drag him out.

“We are in the presence of the Head of House. Be quiet.”

Karun shook his head while keeping his gaze fixed on the Platform.

“Aren’t you angry either, brother? This bastard tried to toy with Zigheart… Mmph!”

Valdemar was about to continue his tirade when he caught sight of Karun’s eyes and closed his mouth.

“I said to be quiet.”

Crimson lightning crackled above Karun’s eyes.
As someone with deep pride in Zigheart, he seemed to be more furious than anyone else present.

“Tch….”

Valdemar pouted his lips and turned back again.

“….”

Even Denier, who always maintained his composure, trembled with his fists clenched, clearly enraged.

“So that’s what happened….”

Glen Zigheart gazed at Rimer’s coffin, then slowly closed his eyes before opening them again.

“So that’s why you’ve all been blaming yourselves.”

He nodded heavily, understanding the look in the eyes of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“I… it’s all my fault!”

Dorian stepped forward with tears in his eyes.

“Because I couldn’t do anything, the Corps Master…”

He grabbed his disheveled hair, saying he’d been nothing but a hindrance rather than help.

“No. It’s my fault.”

Raon shook his head, stopping Dorian.

“There were many opportunities to stop Seif’s plan. Because I was careless, Aris was stabbed, and the Corps Master suffered the same fate.”

Dorian and the other Gwangpung Corps members didn’t curse themselves, as Raon took all the blame upon his own shoulders and bowed his head.

But this wasn’t merely an emotional outburst—it was also a genuine acknowledgment of his own shortcomings.

‘If I had been just a little more composed, I could have saved both of them.’

If the cold rationality of my past life had remained, I would never have trusted Seif to the end.
Since becoming Raon Zigheart and learning to trust people and bonds, it seemed I had developed a weakness.

“The Rimer I know is lighthearted, but he doesn’t speak nonsense.”

Glen pressed his lips firmly together as he looked at the coffin.

“He left you with words to be happy, and the fact that he departed smiling in Raon’s mental world means he had no regrets. Neither the Gwangpung Corps Master nor the Corps itself needs to blame themselves.”

He lowered his chin, his gaze cold and sharp.

“There’s someone else who used dirty tricks. Why are you so eager to curse yourselves instead? Any further self-reproach is an insult to Rimer. From the moment you leave this room, forget it.”

Glen clenched his teeth, thinking instead of blaming and seeking revenge against Derus Robert, not himself.

“Do you understand?”
“…Yes, I understand.”

Dorian remained on his knees, nodding through his sobs.

“I understand.”

I lowered my head as well. Just as Glen said, and just as I had witnessed, Rimer vanished with a smile, showing no regret. It seemed I should not dishonor my master’s final moments with disrespect.
His words made that clear.

“There is one more thing I must tell you.”

I stepped forward again and looked up at Glen.

“It concerns the method by which Seif took Aris’s power.”

Before speaking, I surveyed the entire Audience Chamber. With only the Elders, Main Lineage members, and high-ranking officials of the Organization Master and Unit Master ranks present, it seemed safe to broach this subject.

“Yes. That’s what I wanted to know!”

Valdemar nodded emphatically.

“Even an ignorant fool like me knows it’s impossible to transcend by forcibly stealing another’s power!”

He gestured impatiently for me to continue.

“Our Zigheart…”

I placed a hand over my heart and continued.

“…carries the blood of the Celestials.”
“…Celestials? You mean those Celestials that Derus Robert summoned?”

Karun’s lips trembled in shock.

“That is correct.”

I nodded, meeting Karun’s gaze.

“I hear that Seif ascended to transcendence by absorbing the power of the Celestials dwelling in Aris’s blood, Martha.”
“Yes.”

Martha stepped forward and handed Seif’s black sword to me.

“Seif used the curse remaining in the Cavern and this black sword to steal Aris’s power. There must be a secret hidden within this blade.”

I passed the black sword, still reeking of blood, to Glen.

“…There’s certainly a suffocating, vicious aura lingering here.”

Glen narrowed his eyes, as if he’d never encountered a sword like this before.

“I need to contact Balkan and Ogram.”

He nodded, deciding he would summon Balkan, renowned as a master blacksmith, and the shamans of the Beast Alliance.

“Head of House, did you perhaps know about this?”

I lowered my brows as I watched Glen examine the black sword. His composed reaction suggested he already knew about the Celestials.

“I didn’t know that Celestial blood was mixed in. However….”

Glen lowered the black sword and shook his head.

“Considering the Sword Realm that only we can wield and the Zigheart trait of continued growth even after transcendence, I’ve always suspected the lineage itself was special. I’ll need to investigate this aspect properly as well.”

He lowered his brows, saying this was unexpected even for him.

“Celestials, of all things… I’m not sure whether to be pleased or troubled by this.”

Valdemar let out a hollow laugh, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

“…”

Karun’s eyes grew distant as various thoughts swirled within him, his gaze fixed on Rimer’s coffin.

“It seems….”

Denier stared at the black sword before stepping forward.

“It appears Derus Robert is also utilizing the power of the White Blood Cult.”
“The White Blood Cult?”

Valdemar tilted his chin as if questioning what he meant.

“Across the entire Continent, the White Blood Cult understands human blood better than anyone else. There’s no doubt the two forces are deeply connected.”

Denier grasped his temple, suggesting that Derus and the White Blood Cult Master had jointly researched a method to steal the Zigheart family’s power.

“That’s certainly a possibility.”

Glen nodded, noting that since he had ascended to transcendence using Aris’s blood, the White Blood Cult Master was likely connected as well.

“Based on the circumstances, it seems they can only steal power if Zigheart blood is connected to a Zigheart, but just in case, have the family heads and Organization Masters investigate from every angle.”

He instructed all the executives in the Audience Chamber to gather information regarding this matter.

“From this moment forward, I declare Derus Robert and his forces as the primary enemies of Zigheart. Prioritize them above all other forces, and if you encounter them, kill them without fail. I will permit it.”

Glen ground his teeth sharply, insisting they must never let him live.

“Yes!”

The Zigheart executives bowed their heads firmly, as if they would complete that order even at the cost of their lives.

“Merlin.”

Glen gestured to Merlin, who stood at the very back of the Gwangpung Corps.

“Yes! Grandfather!”

Merlin answered in a brighter tone than usual, as if trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere.

“How long would it take to prepare to awaken Sia?”

Glen hesitated momentarily, his lips trembling as if flustered, before asking about Sia.

“I’d say we’ll need about two weeks.”

Merlin held up two fingers, noting that since this was her first time handling such a matter, she needed to prepare thoroughly.

“Take as much time as you need. There’s no room for failure, so please proceed with the utmost caution.”
“Leave it to me!”

She tapped her own arm with a laugh.

“We’ll hold Rimer’s funeral three days from now. Since he came from Sepia, it would be proper to send him there, but I wish to have him buried here in Zigheart.”

Glen Zigheart turned away as he spoke.

“You must all be exhausted. Return to your quarters. I’ll handle the rest myself.”

He gestured wearily for them to leave.

“…Understood.”

Raon bowed deeply and departed the Audience Chamber with the Gwangpung Corps.

“We’ll take our leave as well.”
“Please don’t overexert yourself….”
“Tch, how frustrating!”

Karun, Denier, Valdemar, and the other executives bowed toward Glen’s back before leaving the Audience Chamber.

“….”

Glen stood alone in the Audience Chamber, his gaze fixed upon Rimer’s coffin.
Like a statue, he remained motionless even as the sun set and dawn arrived, his eyes never wavering from Rimer.

Thump!

As Glen clutched his head, overcome by dizziness, the Audience Chamber doors burst open violently, and Sheryl rushed in as if hurling herself forward.

“Gasp….”

Fresh blood stained Sheryl’s cheeks and clothes—she had rushed here without looking back the moment her mission ended.

“Head of House! Where is that bastard… Ah!”

She searched for Rimer, then caught sight of the coffin beneath the platform, and her lips trembled.

Thud.

Glen descended the platform with heavy steps and stood before Rimer’s coffin.
He raised and lowered his trembling hands several times before finally steeling himself and opening the casket.

Between flowers of pristine white frost, beautiful and ethereal, Rimer’s face came into view. He was smiling.
It seemed as though he might rise at any moment and cry out with that characteristic smirk, “You finally embraced Raon! Why did you take so long?”

“….”

Glen could not continue to look upon Rimer’s face. His gaze lifted toward the ceiling, his vision blurring as if obscured by mist.

“May you find peace in your rest….”

Roen bowed his head, his hand placed over his heart. Transparent tears glistened in his aged eyes.

“Foolish bastard. Idiot….”

Sheryl struck the ground on her knees, tears streaming down her face and dampening her hair in thin rivulets.

“You said to wait! You lazy gambling fool!”

She cried out at Rimer with resentment, demanding why he had broken his promise.

“You left just as you lived—true to yourself.”

Glen grasped Rimer’s scarred hand and bit his lip.

“I’m grateful you have no regrets, but I wished to spend more time with you. My comrade. No—my friend.”

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“Haah….”

I gazed up at the ceiling of my room and exhaled a long sigh.

‘Sleep won’t come.’

Much time had passed since I returned to the Annex Building, washed, and lay down, yet sleep eluded me.
Despite being exhausted both mentally and physically, my mind remained crystalline and alert.

‘No, that’s not quite right.’

My emotions and consciousness were too heightened—that was why sleep wouldn’t come.

-Then move your body at least.

Wrath let out a brief yawn and shook his head.

-Loosening up your body will help.

Unlike usual, he gestured for me to go stretch myself out.

‘…I’m grateful.’

The moment I returned to the Family Estate, I had failed to keep my promise of throwing a celebration, and despite not having enjoyed a proper meal in some time, Wrath never complained and endured it all in silence.
Knowing his true nature, I could only feel thankful.

-Don’t spout nonsense. The True Demon King is just bored, that’s all.

Wrath snorted, urging me to hurry out.

‘Right.’

I smiled faintly and moved toward the door, then paused. My naturally awakened senses picked up the presences of Sylvia, Edgar, and Helen in the Dining Hall.

Sylvia and Helen were weeping, longing for Rimer, while Edgar offered them comfort.

‘….’

I turned my body and exited the room through the window, stepping out into the night.
I made my way behind the Lake, careful not to disturb the others’ sleep, and drew the Heavenly Sword.

Whoooosh!

The moment I grasped the blade, the mana within my body resonated with the mana of the natural world.
Transcendence. The aura of a transcendent being who had touched the heavens bloomed above my shoulders.

Shhhhh!

As I slowly lowered the blade, the Lake split silently. The mana of the natural world traced the path left by the Manhwagong’s aura, drawing a wall that divided the waters.

‘…I’ve grown stronger.’

I felt it more acutely than ever before—my own strength had increased beyond measure.
Yet despite reaching this long-awaited realm of transcendence, there was no joy in it. It seemed because there was no one here to celebrate with me, no one to share in this moment.

‘Still, I have no choice but to move forward.’

None of my goals had been achieved yet. Whether I died or whatever consequences unfolded, I had to kill Derus Robert.

Pouring my heavy heart into the blade, the faintly aura-infused sword edge twisted and split the empty air.
At the realm of transcendence, even a faint aura could transform the impossible into reality.

Ping.

As I finished my basic swordwork and was about to unfold the Radiant Sword technique, I sensed someone’s presence from my right.
I didn’t even need to expand my aura perception—the mana itself revealed their existence. Now I understood why Wrath always sensed people’s presences beforehand.

Thud.

The person who descended onto the Lake with hurried footsteps was Sheryl. She had come in such haste that wet strands of hair clung to her damp face.

“Heavenly Sword Master….”

I lowered my head without properly looking at Sheryl.

“I apologize.”

She and Rimer were friends. Or rather, they seemed to share something deeper, so there was nothing more to say.

“Enough of that. Just take it.”

Sheryl pulled out a piece of paper from her bosom, crumpled and folded.

“This is….”
“That damned bastard left it for you….”

She paused for a moment, then bit her lip hard.

“His final words.”

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