The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 872

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Chapter 872

“Ugh….”

I let out a thin groan as I watched Glen’s mouth corners twitch like a freshly caught fish flopping about.

‘Why is he acting like that?’

I’d seen Glen’s mouth corners tremble before, but never with such violent undulations as today. I was genuinely worried his jaw might fall off.

-The old man seems to be in quite a state of excitement.

Wrath snorted, remarking that Glen finally seemed to have regained his vitality.

“Hmm!”

Glen, realizing he’d been twitching his mouth corners, hastily raised his hand to cover his lips.

“…Yes. I received a rough report that you’d slain Dragons, but there were no details. Could you tell us directly?”

He gestured with his chin, indicating he wanted me to explain not just for him, but for all the executives present.

“Hey! Nephew! Is it really true you took down three Dragons?”

Valdemar waved his hand broadly, urging me to speak.

“And I heard two of them were Ancient Dragons at that. You must have had the Guardians’ assistance.”

Denier narrowed his eyes to slits, insisting it would be impossible to capture them alone.

“….”

Karun said nothing, but his gaze grew sharper than usual as he looked at me. Whether it was my imagination or not, it felt like he was glaring at me.

“Three Dragons….”
“Even with the Guardians’ help, it’s undoubtedly an extraordinary achievement.”
“I’m curious how you managed it. We’ll likely face them again in the future.”

Not only the three Patriarchs, but the Unit Masters and Organization Masters also fixed their gazes upon me, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and anticipation.

“Then I shall provide a verbal report. When we arrived at Sepia, we discovered a Gold Dragon departing from the Grand Forest. After that….”

I recounted the war that had taken place in Sepia in meticulous detail to Glen and the executives of Zigheart.

“…And thus, in the end, we were able to defeat Matirus.”

I recited only the facts of what had transpired at that place, without exaggeration like the books Siyan wrote.

“The rumors were actually understated! As expected of our nephew!”

Valdemar drew a refreshing smile and raised his thumb in approval.

“The rumors were actually understated….”

Denier also could not hide his astonishment, exhaling sharply.

….

Karun regarded me with eyes that had grown even sharper than before.
It was not tinged with disdain as it had been in the past, but rather unnaturally cold.

“Ha, you’ve truly become a monster.”
“We should have brought you to our side during the Selection, even if it meant pouring our entire fortune into it….”
“This must be considered a stable transcendence. Now even Deung-pan cannot keep pace with you.”

The executives, astounded by my accomplishments, forgot even that Glen stood upon the platform and chattered loudly like a marketplace.

Kkhup!

Yet Glen was so satisfied with this situation that not only the corners of his mouth trembled, but even the hand covering his mouth began to shake.

“H-Head of House?”

I blinked my eyes as I watched Glen trembling, his arms and legs quivering.

“Ahem! Hoo, splendid!”

Glen raised a finger and forcibly suppressed the corners of his mouth that threatened to curl upward.

“Three dragons. Capturing two ancient dragons and rescuing Sepia—that is a feat beyond words.”

He nodded emphatically, clearly delighted to offer such unrestrained praise.

“The Gwangpung Corps also labored greatly. Without you, even with Raon present, Sepia would have fallen.”

Glen did not forget to acknowledge the accomplishments of the Gwangpung Corps who had fought in the Grand Forest.

“There remain several matters I must report, sir.”

I raised my hand again as Glen finished speaking.

“More? There’s more to tell?”

Valdemar smacked his lips eagerly, urging me to continue.

“Yes. Go ahead.”

Glen leaned forward, his eyes brimming with anticipation.

“After capturing Matirus, Sepia’s guardian informed me that his lair was nearby. Therefore….”

I recounted how, after concluding the war with the dragons, I had plundered Matirus’s Lair, presented the Dragon Heart to Sterin, and solidified the alliance with Sepia.

“Y-you plundered a dragon’s lair?”

Valdemar clutched his forehead and burst into laughter so boisterous it seemed the Audience Chamber itself would shake.

“That’s the way! You’re truly my nephew! Your methods are refreshingly decisive!”

He even applauded my decisive handling of the situation.

“Silence, Valdemar.”

Karun muttered something about being before the Head of House and covered Valdemar’s mouth. Remarkably, the sharp glint in his eyes softened just a fraction.
Surprisingly, the sharp glint in his eyes softened just a little.

“An excellent choice.”

Glen Zigheart clasped his hands before him as he regarded me.

“It wasn’t entirely my doing. The Lair was nearby, so—”
“That was well done too, but what I’m referring to is your decision to give the Dragon Heart to the Guardian.”

He nodded with eyes brimming with genuine pride and approval.

“One can run faster alone, but one can travel farther together. Aiding the Guardian and accepting Sepia as an ally is a greater achievement than capturing ten Dragons.”

Glen smiled faintly, remarking that this was something only the Gwangpung Corps could accomplish.

“Mm.”

Karun nodded calmly in agreement with Glen’s words. In this moment, this man’s thoughts were harder to discern than Denier’s.

“I didn’t act after much deliberation. I simply believed it was the right thing to do.”

I shook my head toward Glen Zigheart. To be honest, my desire to look after Sterin, Rimer’s grandfather, had been stronger than any intention to accept Sepia as an ally, so receiving such praise felt burdensome.

“I see.”

Glen smiled warmly, saying that regardless of the motivation, a good deed was a good deed.

“And turning back the Dragon’s Lair was also commendable. In a thousand years, there has been no one like you.”
“Ah, that wasn’t me. Dorian handled it.”

I pointed toward Dorian behind me.

“Matirus had hidden all the gold and treasures in various locations, and Dorian found every single one.”
“What? No, no! It was purely by chance!”

Dorian wiped cold sweat from his brow and waved his hands, quite different from when he’d been crazed while searching for treasure.

“You worked hard too.”

Glen nodded appreciatively toward Dorian, acknowledging his efforts.

“Hnngh….”

Dorian collapsed to the ground as if his mind had left his body upon hearing the Head of House’s praise.

“We’ve divided the Dragon’s corpse and brought it back in sections. Given the sheer quantity, if we have enough craftsmen, we should be able to supply all Zigheart swordsmen with blades forged from Dragon bone and uniforms made from its scales.”

Sepia mentioned that she had already contacted the dwarves.

“So, I’ll get to use a sword made from Dragon bone too?”
“Three Dragons is more than enough to equip all our swordsmen!”
“I’m even more excited about the dwarves making them!”

The executives gazed at Raon and the Gwangpung Corps with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

“Well, that works out perfectly! The Dragon you slew was completely shattered into pieces—there was nothing usable from it!”

Valdemar jabbed Karun with his elbow and snickered.

“If you value your life, keep your mouth shut….”

Karun ground his teeth, muttering that the Head of House was present.

“Hmm.”

Denier drew a gentle smile as if acknowledging their hard work, his gaze settling on himself and Martha.
Not a trace of negativity in that expression. If that were an act, he’d be a monster beyond even himself.

“There’s something I need to clarify.”

Glen raised a finger toward the executives.

“The Gwangpung Corps’s expedition to Sepia wasn’t, strictly speaking, an official mission. It was an unofficial one—to deliver the personal effects of the Gale Wind Squad Master. In other words, the spoils obtained there belong not to Zigheart, but to you. And yet….”

He lowered his brows, his gaze encompassing not just Raon but the entire Gwangpung Corps.

“Are you saying you’ll use the gold ingots and Dragon bones to supply weapons and equipment to Zigheart?”
“Of course.”

Raon nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“Why is that?”

The question came not from Glen, but from Denier, whose eyes gleamed dark as a moonlit lake. It was unusual for him to step forward like this.

“Because I… no, because we…”

I looked from the Gwangpung Corps to Denier and then to Glen in turn, my hand tracing the burning sword emblem etched upon my chest.

“We are swordsmen of Zigheart.”

I bowed my head, as if to say that no other reason was necessary.

“Ah…”

Glen let out a soft groan, his hand falling away from his mouth. The corners of his lips curled upward toward his ears, trembling with emotion.

“Your question was poor, but your answer pleases me.”

Karun’s sharp gaze softened entirely as he nodded with evident satisfaction.

“That’s right! A person can summon greater strength when they have a true sense of belonging!”

Valdemar also clapped his hands loudly in approval.

“Swordsmen of Zigheart. I see…”

Denier, who had posed the question, stroked his chin thoughtfully, his expression unreadable.

“Even if this was an unofficial mission, we cannot deny a reward to the Gwangpung Corps for such an extraordinary achievement.”

Glen snapped his fingers as if there was no need to consult the other executives.

“Yes. I have already made preparations.”

Roen chuckled and ascended the platform carrying a broad platter lined with golden badges.

“I shall award golden badges to all members of the Gwangpung Corps, and I will personally impart martial techniques to Raon Zigheart, the Organization Master.”

Glen officially announced for the first time that he would teach me martial techniques.

“Ah, Father is going to teach me directly?”

Valdemar’s eyes widened in astonishment at the prospect of Glen personally imparting instruction.

“The Head of House himself…?”
“It’s an opportunity. The greatest opportunity!”
“I think he’s more than worthy of receiving it.”
“I agree. This matter could alter not just the fate of Zigheart and Sepia, but the very history of the Continent itself.”

The executives exchanged glances between Glen and me, their eyes darting back and forth in evident surprise.

“Does anyone here harbor objections?”

Glen surveyed those below the platform with eyes that promised immediate death to anyone who dared voice complaint.

“N-no! I’m honored!”

Valdemar shouted his approval, raising his burly arms high.

“I also believe it to be fair compensation.”

Karun clasped his hands before him with surprising composure, his demeanor suggesting he found the reward entirely appropriate.

“….”

Denier showed no interest whatsoever in such matters, his lips remaining sealed.

“Ahem! The commander of the Gwangpung Corps shall report to the Family Head’s Training Ground today!”
“Father, surely my nephew must be exhausted today….”
“Today!”

At Glen’s thunderous command, Valdemar retracted his neck like a turtle.

Now that my grandfather had openly declared his intention to teach me martial arts, no one remained who could stop him.

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The Audience Chamber after everyone had departed.

“Kkhehehe! Kkhehehehe!”

A downpour of laughter cascaded from the Jade Throne of the Zigheart Head of House.

“You’re enjoying yourself that much?”

Sheryl exhaled in exasperation, as if witnessing something utterly absurd.

“Well, you have every reason to be pleased. All your grandchildren show such devotion, and young Master Raon is particularly special among them.”

Roen chuckled heartily, remarking that his grandchildren were thriving splendidly.

“I understand that much, but I despise that particular way of laughing!”

Sheryl frowned, calling it a repugnant laugh.

“Ahem, well, suppressing laughter has become a habit of mine.”

Glen cleared his throat and smoothed out his contorted expression.

“I can’t speak to the laughter, but the joy is certainly understandable.”

Sheryl gazed at the carpet where Raon had stood, a gentle smile crossing her lips.

“I never anticipated Raon would grow to such heights.”

She shook her head, acknowledging that while she knew she would eventually be surpassed, she hadn’t expected it to happen so swiftly.

“I too never imagined that boy would transcend the wall in his twenties. But that’s not why I’m pleased.”

Glen shook his head slowly.

“I’m simply moved by how he remains unchanged despite reaching transcendence, walks his own path, and looks after those around him.”

He smiled softly, impressed by how Raon had taken care of Sterin and Sepia.

“That’s true. His character as a person far exceeds his unpolished talent.”

Sheryl nodded in agreement, lifting her eyes slightly.

“I still cannot forget how Raon looked after Sylvia during the evaluation.”

Roen laughed heartily, saying that the image of young Raon protecting Sylvia remained vivid in his memory.

“At times like this….”

As everyone smiled softly at the thought of Raon, Sheryl clicked her tongue briefly.

“If that damned lazybones had been here, I would have told him to go speak honestly.”

Sheryl mentioned Rimer’s name with a smile, as if she had come to terms with her emotions to some extent.

“And….”

Roen smiled back and nodded.

“The Head of House’s lightning would have struck him.”
“After that….”

Glen shook his finger as he continued Roen’s thought.

“He would have thrown a tantrum demanding paid leave.”

The three smiled with longing, missing Rimer who was not present.

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“Hey there, nephew!”

As Raon exited the Patriarch’s Hall, Valdemar, who had been leaning against the wall, waved his hand.

“Impressive! Your straightforward nature reminds me of myself, nephew!”

He patted his own shoulder heavily, as if the praise he’d given in the Patriarch’s Hall hadn’t been enough.

“Haha….”

As I laughed awkwardly and shook my head, Karun emerged from behind Valdemar.

“Organization Master?”

I hadn’t expected Karun to be waiting here as well, so my mouth fell open involuntarily.

“Come this way for a moment.”

Karun gestured for me to follow him toward the rear of the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Why is he suddenly acting like that?”

Valdemar tilted his head, unaware that Karun had been frowning since the Audience Chamber. Truly, when it came to lacking perception, he was unmatched in strength.
As expected, when it came to being oblivious, they were unbeatable.

Let’s go for now.

Raon smacked his lips briefly and followed after Karun.

“Did you bring Matirus’s head?”

Karun stood near the entrance of Bekmang Mountain and turned to face me. His eyes gleamed with an eerie intensity, as if he were about to wage war.

“Yes. Since I didn’t separate the teeth and horns, I brought the head intact.”
“Can you show me?”

He lowered his voice as if this were a matter of great importance.

“I don’t have it on me, but may I summon my subordinate?”
“Of course.”

Karun nodded, indicating it was fine.

“Dorian!”

I nodded and gestured to Dorian, who was watching from a distance with cautious eyes.

“What’s going on? Did Matirus do something to you, sir?”

Valdemar’s eyes narrowed as he finally sensed the gravity of the situation.

“….”

Karun didn’t answer and simply waited for Dorian to approach.

“Um, what’s the matter here?”
“Take out Matirus’s head for me.”
“Matirus’s head? Uh… ah!”

Dorian stared blankly at Karun before nodding in sudden realization.

“Ah, understood.”

His pupils trembled as he retrieved Matirus’s head from the ship’s pouch.
The sight of a dragon’s head the size of a house emerging from that small pouch was nothing short of miraculous.

“Hmm….”

I examined Matirus’s head with eyes even sharper than before.
I didn’t merely observe its appearance—I measured its length meticulously with my palm, from snout to horn, scrutinizing every detail.

“Organization Master, what is this about?”

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched me. The gravity in my posture suggested this was a matter of considerable importance.

“Hmm!”

After finishing my measurements, I broke into a deep smile for the first time today.

“The one I caught is two palms longer.”

I tilted my chin triumphantly.

“….”

Raon’s eyes grew cold and sharp as he watched Karun flash a thick smile, as if he’d already claimed victory.

‘What is this man…’
-What else? Another lunatic…

Wrath shook his head, muttering that everyone around me seemed to have something broken about them.

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