The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 851

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Chapter 851

I remained unflustered, but as I watched Denier’s gaze settle into a cold intensity, I bit the inside of my cheek.

‘That man is truly strange.’

Among the key figures of Zigheart, Denier Zigheart was the most inscrutable.

Karun was sharp and composed, yet possessed an equally fierce pride in Zigheart. Valdemar was crude and easily swayed, yet overflowed with loyalty beyond measure.

But Denier was different from both of them.

He appeared virtuous and righteous, yet when it truly mattered, he never stepped forward—instead revealing incompetence.

‘It was most evident during the White Blood Cult’s assault.’

When the White Blood Cult invaded Zigheart, Denier had defended the Patriarch’s Hall, yet it was said he had allowed the Elder Council and numerous swordsmen to perish.

Considering his power as a patriarch and the rational thinking he typically displayed, it was deeply suspicious.

‘If there is a traitor within Zigheart, Denier is the most likely candidate.’

Seif had said he would target Glen next after Aris, but in my judgment, that was impossible.

‘The gap in power is too vast.’

No matter how much of Aris’s power Seif had absorbed to transcend, he stood in an entirely different league from Glen.

If he exhausted Glen’s strength and spirit like he had with Aris, then launched a surprise attack, there was an infinitesimal chance he could draw his blade—but Roen and Sheryl would never stand idle.

In truth, even draining Glen’s power or catching him off guard was impossible.
The likelihood of Glen trusting Seif, who had returned alone after losing both the Gwangpung Corps and Aris, was far too low.

‘Then there is only one method.’

Use Seif as bait, and have one of the traitors within Zigheart seize that opening. It was a plan most would never execute, unwilling to waste Seif’s abilities—but for Derus Robert, it was entirely feasible.

So that pale, sickly-looking bastard is the Traitor?

Wrath’s eyes burned with fury as he glared at Denier.

‘No, it’s still just my intuition.’

Ever since childhood, I had occasionally noticed something uncanny—the images of Derus Robert and Denier Zigheart would overlap in my mind.

Especially in moments like this, when one should be consumed by rage yet instead smiled with patience—it conjured the memory of that filthy face.

How peculiar.

Wrath turned his head, his eyes narrowing to slits.

Normally, you would have gathered intelligence, assessed the situation, and moved with deliberate caution.
‘I don’t want to watch anyone close to me die again.’

I bit my lip. Wrath was right—my usual self would have moved only after gathering sufficient information about my opponent.

But experiencing Rimer’s death had taught me that sometimes one must act even without certainty.

The black sword now in my grasp was a crucial object—one that could restore Aris and potentially dismantle Derus’s plans.
I had no intention of handing it over to Denier, whose true nature remained an enigma.

“What are you doing?”

Denier looked down at his empty hand, then raised his gaze to me.

“Commander of the Gwangpung Corps?”

His voice remained composed. Despite the sword being drawn from his grasp, he showed neither anger nor alarm.

“As I mentioned, sir.”

I shook my head calmly.

“This black sword bears a curse that prevents most from wielding it.”
Are you already looking down on me now that you’ve transcended?

Denier spoke lightly, as if joking. He didn’t seem angry even now.

“R-Raon?”
“Young Master Raon….”

Rather, Balkan and Roen called out Raon’s name in hushed voices.

“That couldn’t possibly be the case.”

I turned the black sword behind me and shook my head.

“This black sword may harbor a dangerous curse beyond our comprehension, so the Head of House has limited the number of people who can touch it.”

I stated that the name of the Hyunmu Division Master was not among those permitted, lifting my gaze.

“The Hyunmu Division Master has much work ahead, so I hope you will focus on other duties.”

I said to entrust matters concerning this sword to myself and others, bowing respectfully at the waist.

-The old man never said that!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Denier never contradicts the Head of House. He always just listens quietly.’
-What if he questions the old man then?
‘He won’t.’

Unlike Karun, Valdemar, and even Glen, who sometimes complain or question, Denier never steps forward. The Head of House’s authority was absolute.
There was no way around it.

‘Even if he does question me, I can slip away through other means.’

I had already considered the method Denier used when he questioned Glen, so it didn’t matter how he moved.
What mattered was ensuring this sword never fell into his hands.

“But I’ve already touched it.”

Denier said he had gripped the black sword in his hand, smiling faintly.

“Food that falls on the ground is still edible if you pick it up within three seconds. Since I took it right away, it should be fine.”

I shook my head, telling him not to worry.

“What about you?”
“I even fought against Seif while he held that sword. If I’m cursed, it’s already too late.”

I shrugged while looking at Denier.

“I see. So you came all this way to tell me that?”

Denier loosened his lightly clenched fist.

“No.”

I let out a small sigh while glancing at Roen behind me.

“My aunt has awakened, so I came to inform the others as well.”
“Your sister…?”

Denier let out a murky groan and furrowed his brow.

“Is Aris Zigheart alright?”

Roen lowered his eyebrows with concern.

“Her body is… fine. She’s fallen asleep again.”
“Ah…”
“…”

Understanding the meaning behind the words “her body is fine,” Roen let out a groan, and Denier turned his gaze away heavily.

“Since she’s sleeping again, I should visit her later.”

Denier clicked his tongue briefly and turned his body.

“Gwangpung Corps Commander. Thank you for worrying about me.”
“Not at all. Since you’re the division commander, you must take care of yourself better than anyone.”
“Is that so? It seems like you’ll need to manage yourself more carefully than I do now.”

He muttered something unintelligible and stood before the reception room door.

“Truth be told, even if I had seen that sword, I doubt I could have provided a solution. Thank you all for your efforts.”

Denier bowed respectfully to Roen, Valkan, and Fasciron, the shaman of the Beast Alliance, before leaving the reception room.
He walked through the corridors of the Patriarch’s Hall and opened his hand that had gripped the black sword.

Whoooosh.

Denier gazed at the faintly glimmering fragment of the black sword in his palm and curled his lips into a thin smile. It felt both joyful and bitter.

“So it comes to this….”

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“Young master. What on earth is….”

Roen blinked, unable to comprehend the situation.

“It simply happened that way.”

Raon shook his head, gesturing for him not to ask further.

“You’re harboring strange thoughts again, aren’t you.”

Valkan snorted, saying he couldn’t fathom what was on Raon’s mind.

“Yes. Please understand.”

Raon smiled faintly, looking at Valkan.

‘I cannot explain it.’

It was merely intuition for now.

There was no evidence that Denier had done anything or extracted information so far.
Since my suspicion of him was based merely on intuition, I couldn’t bring it up to anyone else.

“So you are Raon Zigheart.”

The Beast Alliance’s shaman approached me and clasped his hands together.

“Fasciron of the Alliance greets his benefactor.”

He bowed deeply to me with impeccable courtesy.
He seemed to be referring to the time I had infiltrated the White Blood Sect and rescued Beast King Ogram.

“That was ages ago. Please, don’t do this.”

Since it had been so long ago, I felt embarrassed and waved my hands in protest.

“If I show disrespect to my benefactor, the Beast King will have my head.”

Fasciron bowed even deeper, asking me not to refuse his greeting.

“Well, I suppose that’s true.”

I laughed awkwardly and accepted Fasciron’s bow.

“Thank you.”

Fasciron bowed once more in gratitude and straightened up.

“So is it impossible to break the curse on this sword?”

I quickly moved to the main topic to prevent Fasciron from saying anything else embarrassing.

I had examined the sword after returning to Zigheart, but I couldn’t break it with the sorcery I knew. The curse itself had a different texture than the sorcery from the Wizard Dungeon.

“How could I refuse such a request?”

Fasciron shook his head while looking at the black sword.

“It will require considerable power and time, but I believe it can be broken.”

He raised his hand, saying it was possible to solve, though it would consume considerable manpower and time.
It seemed he was saying it was possible precisely because this was his own request, not someone else’s.

“Then Aunt’s power could be restored as well?”
“Once the curse is lifted, it will naturally return. Water has the instinct to flow back to where it came from.”

Fasciron lowered his chin, saying it would be possible if only the curse were broken.

“…Thank you.”

I grasped Fasciron’s hand and bowed my head. If even a fraction of my strength returned, Aris would gain some hope. All I could offer was gratitude.

“However, I believe I’ll need to call more shamans. I don’t think I can handle this alone.”

Fasciron lowered his hand, saying he would need the power of many shamans since he also had to investigate the source of this curse.

“Money is no object—please do whatever is necessary.”
“I doubt money will be much of an issue.”

He shook his head, saying money wasn’t a concern.

“Those fellows would be delighted to meet their benefactor.”
“Me…?”
“Yes. A swordmaster who reached transcendence in his early twenties. They’re likely eager to meet Raon Zigheart.”
“Transcendence?”

I blinked as I watched Fasciron smile wryly.

“It seems you weren’t aware.”

Fasciron tilted his chin as he observed my widened eyes.

“News of you is spreading across the entire Continent right now.”

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Glen returned to the Audience Chamber and sank deep into the Jade Throne, his back pressing heavily against it.

“Sigh…”

Perhaps it was because even Roen was gone. A long breath escaped him without his realizing it.

‘I’m exhausted.’

His head spun as if he’d never experienced such mental strain before.
It wouldn’t have been strange if he’d collapsed right here and now.

‘Indeed…’

He’d lost many comrades before, but this was the first time family had turned a blade against family.

Seif had stabbed Aris, killed Rimer, and ultimately fell by Raon’s hand.

Setting aside the circumstances, a dear friend was dead, a grandson had killed a grandson, and the mother was left shattered—it was hardly surprising that he too felt despair creeping in.

What truly crushed his heart was the helplessness of it all—there was nothing he could do for Aris, who had only just awakened.

“Haah…”

Glen exhaled a deeper sigh, leaning his head back against the Jade Throne as he covered his eyes with the back of his hand.
He lacked even the strength to reach his bedroom, so he simply closed his eyes, ready to surrender to sleep.

Crackle, crackle, crackle!

Glen’s eyes narrowed as he observed the blue spear crackling with sparks before the pillars of the Patriarch’s Hall.
It was a video communication spell crafted jointly by Chamber and the Tower Master.

It continued to emit sparks as it sought permission to open the connection.

“What now…”

Glen clicked his tongue briefly, then snapped his fingers—and four suppressed spears erupted simultaneously.

“Glen!”
“Head of House Zigheart!”
“Old man!”
“Is that… really true…?”

The images of Beast King Ogram, Silent Sword Master Lecross, Ethereal Kingdom’s Grand Mage Chamber, and Tower Master Larian flashed through my mind simultaneously.

“W-what are you talking about?”

Glen hadn’t expected four transcendents to appear on screen like this, speaking directly to him, so his jaw trembled with bewilderment in his eyes.

“Raon! Did that bastard really transcend?!”

Ogram slammed his hand down, urging me to speak.

“That’s precisely why I contacted you. Did the Gwangpung Corps Commander truly reach transcendence? The rumors are spreading across the entire Continent!”

King Lecross swallowed hard as he voiced his curiosity.

“Grandpa! Why are you keeping your mouth shut! Did our Raon really become a transcendent?”

Chamber smacked her lips as she added the word “our” before Raon’s name.

“W-we’ve been talking about nothing else all day. It’s the first time mages have been reciting a swordsman’s name like this…”

Larian blinked repeatedly as she mentioned that the Magic Tower had been buzzing with nothing but Raon’s story.

“Reaching Grand Master in his early twenties would already be the first in continental history, but transcendence! Even for Raon, it’s hard to believe.”

Chamber tapped the blue screen repeatedly, urging me to speak.

“No! Raon can do it! That bastard’s talent is different from ours!”

Ogram’s eyes gleamed with conviction and anticipation.

“…Heh.”

Glen let out a hollow laugh as he watched the four transcendents pressing their faces against the screen as if they might break through it.

I wasn’t sure where the rumors had started, but it seemed that only the story of Raon ascending to transcendence had spread, excluding Rimer’s death and Aris’s loss.

“Stop laughing and answer the question, old man!”

Chamber made a talking mouth gesture with her hand, opening and closing it repeatedly to urge him to speak.

“Yes. It’s true.”

Glen looked at the four of them in turn and nodded.

“Raon has set foot in the realm of transcendence.”
“Uooooooo!”

Ogram, as if reverting to a beast, raised both fists and let out a roar.

“Hah, the history of the Continent itself—no, the history of an entire dimension has been rewritten.”

Lecross let out a hollow laugh, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Of course our Raon would do it! I knew he could!”

Chamber waved her hand with a broad grin, as if she’d forgotten her earlier disbelief.

“I… I want to research him….”

Larian licked her lips eagerly, wanting to study Raon, who had achieved the impossible feat.

“Sigh….”

Glen exhaled softly, watching the four of them display their varied reactions.

‘Is it really that good?’

Usually, when one ascends to transcendence, they become indifferent to most worldly matters. Seeing them get so excited and make such a fuss, I found myself laughing without realizing it.

‘No, actually, that’s the right way to react.’

Even if Raon had merely reached Grand Master at his age, the entire Continent should be in an uproar, yet he had touched transcendence.

I hadn’t been able to offer proper congratulations because of Rimer’s death, but it was undoubtedly a momentous achievement—something worthy of spreading word across the entire Continent and holding festivals without raising eyebrows.

“At this rate, wouldn’t we have the advantage even in an all-out war?”

Ogram laughed, saying we no longer seemed to fall short in overall strength.

“We’ll only gain the advantage once you recover. Who knows how many transcendents are hiding over there? Still, it’s fortunate that Raon has reached transcendence. Very fortunate indeed.”

Chamber cheered that it was good news while chewing on a lollipop.

“Hmm, does that Raon fellow have a girlfriend? There’s a fine woman in the Raman Tribe who can hold two bulls in one hand, you know.”

Ogram rolled his eyes, insisting he could introduce Raon to a truly virtuous woman.

“Don’t talk nonsense! There’s a girl connected to Raon on our side!”
“She has no manners!”
“That’s changed now! She’s become a completely different person!”

Chamber shook her head, saying Raon’s match was in Valcar.

“A swordsman should be paired with a mage….”

Larian rolled her eyes, mentioning there were many fine women in the Magic Tower as well.

“Hahaha!”

Glen burst into laughter watching Ogram, Chamber, and Larian fighting over Raon’s spouse. Hearing Raon’s praise, the gloom and exhaustion that had been weighing on his heart lifted a little. It was always that boy who made him smile.

“Tell us if Raon has a girlfriend.”
“I’m telling you to just tell me if Raon has a girlfriend or not.”

Chamber and Ogram furrowed their brows, demanding that the others speak.

“Not yet…”

Glen chuckled thinly and shook his chin firmly.

“I can’t give it to anyone!”

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Dawn broke with a wind that pushed back the night.

I opened the door to the 5th Training Ground and stepped inside.

‘All the lights are off.’

In the past, even when I came at dawn, the Training Ground’s lights were often on.
I hadn’t realized it then, but it seemed Rimer had prepared it for me.

‘He really never sought credit for anything.’

Rimer would struggle to make me notice the small things, yet he remained silent about what truly mattered, keeping his lips sealed.
Now that he was gone, the void he left behind felt impossibly vast.

-Still, you seem a bit better than before.

Wrath let out a long yawn and shook his head.

‘My heart has found peace.’

The more I grieved, the more I would dishonor Rimer, so I steeled my resolve.

-A noble sentiment indeed. For one who draws the blade to fight, death is inevitable. The duty of the living is to inherit the will of the departed and press forward.
‘I know.’
-As the True Demon King of the Demon Realm, I have commanded many subordinates….
“Meow!”

Just as Wrath was about to launch into his story, stretching his form proudly, a cat leaped down from the wall.

-A worthless cat dares interrupt the True Demon King? I’ll shred its food….
“Raon!”

The cat cried out my name, its mouth slightly agape.

-Kyaaaaaaagh!

Wrath flinched at the cat that suddenly appeared, his eyes darting sideways before he flailed about like a freshly caught fish.

“Merlin?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the cat. Since there were no cats in this area, I’d suspected from the start that it had to be Merlin.

“What’s wrong?”
“The spell is complete.”

The cat possessed by Merlin extended her front paw.

“Let’s wake her up!”

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