The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 873

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Chapter 873

“Ah…”

I stared at Karun with my mouth agape as he flashed a victorious smile.

‘Is this really…’

Karun Zigheart?

Karun had once been consumed by inferiority, dismissing and insulting both Sylvia and me, but he had recognized his faults, overcome his complex through reflection and effort, and ascended to transcendence.

He was a man with deep affection for Zigheart and unwavering pride as a warrior, someone I had genuinely respected in my heart—I never expected to feel so disillusioned so quickly.

“Is that what you say to your nephew who just brought down a dragon?”

Valdemar furrowed his brow deeply, his expression one of utter exasperation.

“And Raon hunted three dragons. That’s hardly comparable to you, who nearly died after catching just one.”
“You don’t understand. The quantity doesn’t matter for the boy. What matters is how large the beast is.”

Karun spoke only of the dragon’s size, like a fisherman boasting about who caught the biggest catch.

“Hmm, now that I think about it, that does seem to make sense…?”

Valdemar suddenly found himself swayed by Karun’s logic, muttering that size was indeed important.

“No, that’s not it! If your nephew hunted a dragon, just praise him!”

He swung his elbow to knock some sense into him.

“Hmph.”

Karun effortlessly dodged Valdemar’s strike and placed his hand on Matirus’s horn.

“What was this ancient dragon’s ability?”
“Gravity that could be wielded without mana. It could be deployed freely, from the faintest pressure to a force powerful enough to crush me.”

I let out a short sigh, saying that the battle had been far from easy.

“If the Organization Master hadn’t informed me that Ancient Dragons possess special abilities, it could have been dangerous.”

It wasn’t a lie. Had Karun not told me about the Ancient Dragon’s unique power before departing for Sepia, I would have suffered greatly—not just from Matirus, but from the Black Dragon’s sensory transformation as well.

“No, you would have managed it on your own, even without my telling you.”

Karun shook his head firmly, refusing to let me credit others for achievements I had earned directly.

-Why is that big-eyed one acting like that?
‘Big-eyed one?’
-He’s got big eyes like his father, so big-eyed one fits, doesn’t it?

Wrath narrowed the bridge of his nose, calling Karun “big-eyed one.”

-That inferiority complex that filled those fierce eyes has vanished, and now he seems like an idiot because of the rebound.

He shook his head, unable to comprehend it.

‘I don’t quite understand it either.’

I nodded in agreement. I too couldn’t make sense of Karun’s words and actions.

“I take pride in having the name Zigheart behind my own. I would even die for it.”

Karun withdrew his hand from Matirus’s head and looked at me.

“Today, I saw that same spirit in you. It means that pride in Zigheart has taken root in your soul as well.”

He tapped my shoulder lightly and turned to leave.

“I hope you will cherish that feeling, no matter what comes. You’ve done well to return.”

Karun left those final words of encouragement and stepped back toward the front of the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Ah, Father. What were you saying to Raon?”

Burren approached Karun with a tense gaze.

“It’s nothing. Rather….”

Karun examined Burren from head to toe with narrowed eyes.

“What did you learn from this mission?”
“Well, I realize I still have much to improve on….”
“I agree. Since the Head of House is busy, I’ll oversee your training myself.”
“Pardon?”

He grabbed the back of Burren’s neck as the young man blinked in confusion and dragged him toward the Central Intelligence Agency.

“What’s gotten into him?”

Valdemar shook his head, unable to comprehend Karun’s behavior.

….

I watched Karun’s retreating figure and smacked my lips softly.

‘He wanted to praise me in his own way.’

Given Karun’s nature, he couldn’t approach things warmly, so it seemed he was trying to encourage me through this method instead.

“Watching that guy makes me think too much, and now I’m hungry.”

Valdemar patted his belly with a hand the size of a pot lid and turned his gaze toward me.

“I heard dragon meat is incredibly delicious. Do you have any left?”

He wiggled his fingers, asking if there was any remaining meat.

“Of course. Dorian.”
“Yes, sir!”

At my gesture, Dorian retrieved dragon meat from his pouch.

“Excellent! Thank you.”

Valdemar accepted three chunks of dragon meat eagerly, saying he’d enjoy them.

“Ah, and….”

He hoisted the meat onto his shoulder, his voice dropping slightly.

“About what you asked me to do….”
“What kind of conversation are you having in a place like this?”

Just as Valdemar was about to speak again, a soft voice reached us.

“Hmm….”

Behind Valdemar’s mountain-like frame, I could see Denier and Martha approaching.

“From your expressions, it looks like quite the serious conversation. Did I interrupt?”

Denier waved his hand lightly as he observed Valdemar’s stiffened posture.

“Serious? I was just asking how to cook this meat properly.”

Valdemar snorted dismissively at the obvious lie.

“Oh? Dragon meat! It’s difficult to cook, but the flavor surpasses even the finest beef!”

Martha gave a thumbs up, pleasantly surprised by the taste.

“Dorian, you still have some meat left, right?”
“Plenty!”

Dorian nodded and retrieved three varieties of dragon meat from his satchel.

“Thanks. We’ll enjoy it.”

Denier nodded toward Dorian and me.

“Why did you come here?”

Valdemar raised one eyebrow, questioning why they had sought him out.

“You’ve been following me around lately, so I was wondering why you didn’t show up today.”

Denier shrugged his shoulders as he suggested they head back together.

“Well, if that’s the case, wait a moment. I have more things to receive from my nephew.”

Valdemar waved his hand dismissively, telling them to go on ahead.

“Very well.”

Denier nodded lightly and looked toward Raon.

“You’ve worked hard. Get some proper rest.”

He turned away with the gentle smile he always wore.

“I’ll enjoy the meal!”

Martha waved goodbye to her father Denier with her arms crossed as she departed.
I sensed a faint trace of unease in her demeanor.

“Well, to continue what I was saying earlier—there was nothing particularly unusual.”

Valdemar’s eyes narrowed as he watched Denier fade into the distance.

“If anything, he uses his time so efficiently it’s almost irritating. Even his meals and walks are scheduled down to the minute.”
“Does he not visit Aunt Sylvia?”
“He stops by almost every day, but contrary to your concerns, he shows no signs of using any strange sorcery on her.”

He shook his head, saying it was merely a courtesy visit as expected.

“I see. Thank you for your efforts.”

I bowed my head to Valdemar.

“No! If you need anything else later, just say the word anytime!”

Valdemar left after assuring me he would help with any request from his nephew whenever needed.

“Dorian.”

I watched Denier’s back as he walked alongside Valdemar, then called out to Dorian.

“Can you tell me what you sensed from the people who came here earlier?”

Dorian possessed the Eye of Truth, so he might have perceived things I couldn’t.

“Hmm….”

Dorian tilted his head, his hand resting against his lips.

“The Organization Master felt like a rigid blade. Though unlike before, his sword spirit seemed to have softened like a flexible blade. As for the Jinmu Jeonju… well, just… hunger?”

He let out a hollow laugh as he spoke of Karun and Valdemar.

“And finally, from the Hyunmu Division Master….”

Dorian smacked his lips briefly and shook his head.

“I felt nothing at all.”

He turned his gaze away, admitting his complete ignorance on the matter.

“I see….”

I exhaled a short sigh as I watched Denier disappear from view.

‘He seems to have caught onto Valdemar’s intentions as well. This truly isn’t simple.’

Had his tail been stepped on by such matters, the Head of House would have discovered it long ago.

Denier Zigheart was a man difficult to judge easily. Even now, I couldn’t discern what his true intentions were.

‘Still, I’ll need to continue keeping watch.’

I couldn’t afford another blindside, so it was wise to prepare countermeasures regardless of the method.

“Dorian, could you give me some meat too?”

I asked Dorian for meat and extended my hand toward him.

“Yes!”

Dorian pulled out three types of dragon meat with a grin, as if he’d been waiting for this moment. He seemed happiest when retrieving and storing items.

“Thanks.”
-Ooh! You’re offering tribute to the True Demon King?

Wrath arrogantly tilted his chin as if I was finally making a proper offering.

‘Wake up from that dream.’

I pushed away the clingy Wrath and headed to the Annex Building with Yua and Julius.

As I exchanged light conversation with the children, it wasn’t long before the Annex Building came into view, wisps of warm steam rising from it.

“My lady! Sisters!”

Yua burst through the door energetically, announcing our return from the mission.

Boom boom boom!

The moment a thunderous sound echoed as if the staircase itself was shattering, Sia came flying out and embraced me.

“Raon! You’re late!”

Sia shook her head vigorously, questioning why I’d returned so late.

“But I kept the home safe while you were gone!”

She rubbed her head against me as if seeking praise.

“Raon!”
“Your father-in-law told me of your exploits. You defeated three dragons, I hear?

Sylvia and Edgar waved their hands with warm smiles, welcoming me back safely.

“You worked hard, sister.”

I gently stroked Sia’s head and bowed slightly.

“I’m back.”

As expected, the Annex Building was the only place on the entire Continent where I could truly feel at ease.

“This is a gift.”

I waved the dragon meat I’d received from Dorian and bowed my head.

-Thank you! The True Demon King will eat well….
‘No, not him!’

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“Ahhh!”

After finishing dinner with my family, I threw myself onto the bed. I’d bathed and filled my stomach—now I wanted nothing more than to sprawl out and sleep.

-Hmm! It’s a shame I couldn’t taste the roasted dragon, but the Annex Building’s cuisine is still delicious.

Wrath smacked his lips contentedly, savoring the satisfying evening meal.

-There’s nothing quite like home cooking!
‘Home cooking….’

So Wrath had come to see the Annex Building as home.

The word “home” doesn’t come easily to anyone.
He’d used the phrase before, but never with such ease and comfort as now.

-But what will you do about that?

Wrath descended with his tail wagging gently.

‘That?’
-The lizard’s heart.

I pointed to the spatial pouch that he had placed on top of the drawer.

-The heart of an ancient-grade lizard possesses far greater power than you imagine, boy. The special abilities of lizards originate from that very organ.

Wrath shook his head, advising me to handle it with care.

‘I’ve already decided who gets one. As for the other…’

I shook my head briefly at Wrath.

‘I’m going to set it aside for now. There might be a use for it later.’
-Give it to someone? Who?
‘That’s…’

Just as I was about to answer, I sensed movement from the window.
Turning my gaze, I saw Glen tapping on the window with his finger.

“Grandfather?”

I blinked in surprise as I opened the window.

“How did you…?”

I hadn’t expected him to come here, as we were supposed to meet at the Family Head’s Training Ground tonight.

“I took a stroll for exercise. Since I’m here, let’s walk to the Training Ground together.”

Glen gestured for me to come out with a slight jerk of his chin before turning away.

“Understood.”

I gathered the Heavenly Sword, the Soul Reaper Sword, and Rimer’s blade before quietly leaving the Annex Building.

I approached Glen as he walked ahead and greeted him once more.

“Now that I think about it, I went to return that fellow’s sword and ended up bringing it with me.”

Glen smiled thinly as he glanced at Rimer’s blade at his waist.

“The Guardian instructed me to bring it back as proof of the alliance between Zigheart and Sepia.”

I shook my head, telling Sterin that he hadn’t received the sword even once.

“Ah, and….”

I drew the Soul Reaper Sword from where it was tucked behind my waist and let out a short sigh.

“My master hasn’t departed yet.”
“Hasn’t departed? What do you mean by that?”
“The truth is….”

I explained to him that Rimer’s soul was still embedded within the Soul Reaper Sword.

“Kahahaha!”

Glen burst into rare, booming laughter.

“That’s just like him. Sheryl will be delighted.”

He shook his head, calling her a tiresome elf.

“What was the relationship between the Heavenly Sword Master and my master?”

I cautiously asked about Rimer, curious about their connection.

“Hmm, that’s… no, that’s not for me to say.”

Glen shook his head, saying he couldn’t interfere in his subordinates’ personal affairs.

“Ask him yourself. Though he’ll probably run away.”

He smiled faintly, as if imagining how it would unfold.

“It would be difficult for me to ask….”

I scratched the back of my head.

“…I feel the same way, but you’ve changed quite a bit too.”

Glen nodded, remarking that he seemed to be developing some sense for interpersonal dynamics.

“I still have a long way to go. Even now, I hear every day that I lack social awareness.”

Strangely enough, conversing with Glen felt natural. While we hadn’t reached the point of sharing deeply personal matters, I sensed we’d grown somewhat closer.

As we walked together, exchanging casual remarks, we eventually arrived at the Training Ground behind the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Have you mastered the Window Sword technique?”

Glen asked, gazing up at the darkening sky.

“I haven’t achieved complete mastery, but there’s no technique I can’t execute now.”

Having ascended to transcendence and elevated the realm of all my sword techniques, there were no longer any barriers within the Window Sword. With sufficient practice time, I felt I could master every aspect of it.

“Then we can move on to the next stage.”
“The next stage?”
“Lightning strikes somewhere in the sky at all times. The martial art I’ll teach you this time is….”

Red lightning flickered across Glen’s pupils.

“The Lightning Sword I created not long ago.”

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