The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 887

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Chapter 887

‘Opposition….’

I narrowed my eyes to slits as I regarded Karun.

‘What’s his reason?’

I myself believed the Gwangpung Corps still lacked much before it could be promoted to a Hall.

I had never even aspired to become a Hall Master, so delaying the promotion wouldn’t bother me—but I was curious why Karun had opposed it.

‘Especially since he proposed it himself and then opposed it.’

Recently, Karun had been helping me rather than restraining me.
For him to propose the Hall promotion and then oppose it suggested there was a reason behind his change.

“Organization Master.”

Glen looked down at Karun, his eyes narrowing deeply.

“You brought the proposal forward yourself, yet now you oppose it. What is your reason?”

His voice was low and heavy with displeasure, unable to comprehend the contradiction.

“Exactly! You said it yourself. Promote the Gwangpung Corps to a Hall!”

Valdemar stood before Karun, shaking his fist.

“You’re not senile, so why are you kicking away your own proposal!”

He shouted at Karun to come to his senses while shaking his shoulders.

“Karun proposed the Gwangpung Corps’s promotion?”
“Well, that’s something you don’t see every day….”
“But then why are you opposing the proposal you made?”

The executives tilted their heads in confusion, unable to understand Karun’s actions.

“Organization Master.”

Glen crushed the armrest of the Jade Throne with his grip as he called out to Karun.

“State your reasons for opposition.”

His eyes were chillingly dry, making it clear he would tolerate no games.

“The Secret Meeting Hall Master’s words are correct.”

Karun pushed Valdemar aside and stepped forward.

“Since the Gwangpung Corps Master transcended, he has achieved accomplishments beyond measure, and the Gwangpung Corps has provided excellent support beneath him. The military force that has most broadly and prominently elevated Zigheart’s reputation in recent times is undoubtedly the Gwangpung Corps.”

He voiced his opposition while calmly acknowledging Raon and the Gwangpung Corps’ achievements.

“It is not merely accomplishments. The Master has transcended, the unit commander is peak Master-rank, and most members are Masters—we cannot deny their military strength.”
“Then why are you opposed!”

Valdemar struck the pillar behind him, demanding he state his reasons quickly.

“Personnel.”

Karun closed his eyes slowly, then opened them.

“The current Gwangpung Corps numbers only slightly over thirty. Even calling it a Corps rather than a Unit, it is too small. No matter how many swordsmen are Masters, accidents stemming from insufficient personnel are inevitable.”

He shook his head, acknowledging their strength and accomplishments, but insisting their numbers were too few.

“Hmm….”

I nodded calmly.

‘An argument I cannot refute.’

For the current Gwangpung Corps to become a Division, we need more people.

Since the first selection ceremony, only Yua, Julius, and Mark Goeten have joined the Gwangpung Corps.

Replenishing personnel was essential, as promotion to the rank of Jeon would require simultaneously managing multiple missions.

“A Jeon of Zigheart must be capable of handling five or more missions simultaneously. Even if the current squad leaders of the Gwangpung Corps are at the Master-class peak, the shortage of subordinates makes it difficult to assign them to all missions.”

Karun recited the plain facts without a trace of emotion.

“Well, that’s certainly true….”

Chad lowered the documents and nodded.

“The workload has decreased recently, but soon we’ll be flooded with missions from the war.”

He crumpled the documents slightly in his hand, acknowledging that the Gwangpung Corps was indeed understaffed.

“Personnel, you say….”

Glen Zigheart let out a low groan, unable to refute Karun’s words.

“Therefore.”

Karun stepped forward and raised his hand.

“I believe the Gwangpung Corps requires a minimum of thirty or more swordsmen to be recruited for promotion to Gale Wind Hall. If they are experienced swordsmen, fewer would suffice.”

He stated his opinion in a composed tone before lowering his hand.

“Well, that’s certainly reasonable, but….”

Valdemar furrowed his brow as he looked at Karun.

“The selection ceremony ended last year. It’ll take several years before it opens again. For now, we should promote them and then….”
“That cannot be.”

Karun shook his head firmly.

“This is not just any military unit. It is a Jeon of Zigheart—a unit that could be called the very face of the family. We cannot treat it carelessly.”

He revealed cold eyes as if telling me to come to my senses.

“You’re not wrong.”

Glen nodded slowly, as if acknowledging that Karun’s words were correct.

“However….”

Karun turned to look at me and tilted his chin slightly.

“It would be a shame to overlook the achievements of slaying two ancient dragons, establishing an alliance with Sepia, rescuing the Grey Hammer Guild, and creating an opportunity for all Zigheart swordsmen to possess swords forged from dragon bone.”

He looked up at Glen and brought both hands forward.

“Therefore, please allow another unit to be incorporated into the Gale Wind Hall.”

Karun bowed his head, requesting not to receive newly trained swordsmen but rather to have an already existing military unit placed under the Gwangpung Corps.

“Hmm….”

Glen seemed to grasp Karun’s intention only now, concealing his displeasure and exhaling a thin breath.

“Not a bad idea.”

He nodded his chin as if accepting Karun’s proposal.

“However, since this was just brought up today, I should give both sides time to consider.”
“There is one unit that has already expressed a desire to join the Gale Wind Hall.”

Karun raised his hand, mentioning that there was already a prior arrangement.

“What?”
“Pardon?”

I and Glen opened our eyes wide in surprise.

“The Iron Formation, currently deployed on a mission, has conveyed their intention to come under the Gale Wind Hall.”

Karun lowered his hand, stating that he had already discussed this with the Iron Formation commander.

“When exactly…?”
“We spoke before the Iron Formation Unit departed on their mission.”

Karun nodded with a composed expression, as though he had calculated this entire situation from the beginning.

‘The Iron Formation Unit…’

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he regarded Karun.

‘Then it’s absolutely not the Duke.’

I had resolved to refuse outright if Karun offered to provide personnel.

But Trevin, the commander of the Iron Formation Unit, was a comrade I could trust. Even when the entire family looked down on me, he treated me as though I belonged to the Main Lineage, and he had even come to support me from the Arian Family.

Had it been anyone else, I might have suspected Karun of harboring ulterior motives, but not Trevin and the Iron Formation Unit.

“The Iron Formation Unit, then…”

Glen nodded and turned his gaze toward Raon.

“That should work well. The Iron Formation Unit and the Gwangpung Corps have fought together on many occasions.”
“Yes. I’ve helped them many times, and they’ve helped me as well.”

Raon nodded in agreement.

“Then both sides are in favor, it seems.”

Glen drew a subtle, satisfied smile across his face.

“Um, we’d like to join as well!”
“How do we apply?”
“Please give us a chance!”

Perhaps because the Iron Formation Unit had expressed their desire to join first, the officers who had been quiet until now began raising their hands one after another, saying they wanted to be incorporated into the Gale Wind Hall.

Some among them were even stronger than the Iron Formation Unit, but I felt no particular draw toward them. When accepting new comrades, trust mattered far more than raw power.

“No, if you were going to say it like this from the start, why did you create such an ominous atmosphere!”

Valdemar furrowed his brow and jabbed Karun in the ribs.

“Look at those chubby cheeks! You’ve been saving up quite a bit for your nephew, haven’t you?”
“Shut your mouth.”

Karun frowned and tapped Valdemar’s ribs in return.

“Ugh!”

Though the blow didn’t seem particularly forceful, Valdemar clutched his abdomen and collapsed to the ground.

“W-well then, we shall continue with the promotion of the Gwangpung Corps to full division status after the return to the Iron Formation.”

Chad, the head of the Bi-Yeon Society, exhaled in relief as if matters had resolved favorably, then picked up the second document.

“The second agenda concerns accommodating the growing number of wounded…”

I watched Karun as Chad spoke. He stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed straight ahead as if he had nothing more to say.

‘How should I put it…’

He’s become impressive.

My first impression of Karun was that he was a petty man himself. I’d thought him not merely narrow-minded but utterly diminished as a person, yet now he appeared genuinely immense—towering far beyond mere martial prowess.

‘People truly…’

I smiled faintly as I observed Karun walking a path opposite to that of Derus.

‘…do change.’

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“Organization Master.”

Raon approached Karun after the conference ended.

“….”

Karun, who had been about to leave the Audience Chamber, turned his gaze coldly toward him.

“What is it?”

Karun slightly lowered his eyebrows as if asking what business had brought him here.

“Thank you for helping me advance to the rank of Jeon.”

He bowed his head, expressing gratitude for the preparations that even he hadn’t managed to make.

“There’s no need to thank me.”

Karun shook his head calmly.

“The Gwangpung Corps advancing to Jeon rank is a natural progression. If Zigheart’s Jeon units operate with only a handful of personnel, it reflects poorly on us as well. I simply prevented that beforehand.”

He turned his back, indicating this wasn’t done for the Gwangpung Corps’ sake.

“Still, only the Organization Master would have thought that far ahead.”

Raon bowed his head again, speaking with genuine gratitude.

“If you’re truly grateful….”

Karun turned his head once more to regard him briefly before slowly parting his lips.

“Even after advancing to Jeon rank, continue to strive relentlessly.”

With those words, he left the Audience Chamber.

“Ha, what’s gotten into that man? Did something change while he was outside?”

Valdemar let out a hollow laugh while clutching his waist, which had been struck by Karun.

“You think so too, don’t you?”
“Yes. It is rather remarkable.”

Raon smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Ugh, I only flicked it with my finger, but why does it hurt so much? Give me a hand, would you?”

Valdemar leaned his body forward, asking for support on his shoulder.

“Understood.”

Raon bowed to Glen Zigheart, who sat upon the Jade Throne, then helped Valdemar from the Audience Chamber.

“Listen well. Once you become the Organization Master, you’ll have far more work than you’d expect. First, we’ll need to construct new buildings, and the children are absolutely stubborn about following orders….”

Glen Zigheart watched Raon, Valdemar, and Karun walking ahead of them, his weathered eyes trembling slightly.

“Karun takes Raon’s side, and Raon supports Valdemar….”

Sheryl approached the Platform with a faint smile.

“I never thought I’d witness such a sight. The ways of the world are truly unpredictable.”

She shook her head in wonder at the remarkable turn of events.

“I share that sentiment entirely.”

Roen chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“I never imagined young master Raon would grow close to those two.”
“To be honest, I thought the Head of House had completely failed in raising his children.”

Sheryl lifted her eyes slightly.

“But thanks to having such a fine grandson, even his parenting has become a success.”

She laughed with evident delight at the transformation in Karun and Valdemar.

She shook her head, saying it wasn’t bad at all.

“You’re absolutely right. My grandchildren have been exceptional from the start.”

Roen spoke the names of Raon, Burren, and Martha with a subtle smile playing at his lips.

“Hmm….”

Yet Glen Zigheart remained unmoved by the praise of his son and grandchildren, his expression grave and unyielding.

“Head of House?”

Sheryl approached Glen Zigheart with a puzzled expression.

“Is something troubling you?”
“Raon….”

Glen Zigheart continued, his lips pressed tightly together.

“He doesn’t like Karun more than me, does he? I haven’t seen him smile like that before….”

His hands trembled visibly as they gripped the Jade Throne, betraying his anxiety.

“Ah….”
“Hehe….”

Sheryl and Roen exchanged glances, rendered speechless.

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“Your turn, sister.”

Raon stepped back from Sia and nodded encouragingly.

“Got it!”

Sia nodded with confidence and brought down the wooden sword she’d raised above her head.

Whoooosh!

The sword wind blooming from the wooden sword’s blade cleaved through the battlefield and the lake before it.

“Well done.”

I smiled and raised my thumb in approval.

“Your power control was perfect.”

Unlike before, Sia had prevented the sword wind from spreading beyond the lake through precise control of her strength. In just a week of training, she had already mastered power control—truly befitting a body that had once reached Grand Master.
With just a week of training, to have already mastered power control—truly a body worthy of a Grand Master.

“Did I do well?”

Sia lifted her head, her eyes sparkling. She was asking for more praise.

“Yes. It was flawless.”
“Hehe.”

She laughed happily, scratching the back of her head.

“Then shall we try horizontal strikes next?”
“Yes!”

Sia nodded enthusiastically, her newfound confidence evident, and unleashed horizontal strikes, diagonal cuts, and thrusts in succession.
Sword power that rivaled even her strength as a Grand Master flowed forth, twisting the ripples of the lake.

“How was that?”
“Remarkable….”

I nodded slowly.

‘Truly.’

I had only intended to teach her power control to avoid harming others, yet she was already expressing the true essence of the sword. Even though all her memories as the Green-haired Queen had vanished, her body seemed to be reviving the sword’s memory.
Even though all my memories of living as the Green-haired Queen have disappeared, the fact that I’m at that level suggests my body is reviving the sword’s memories.

-If I teach her just a little more, she should be able to recover her original strength.

Wrath nodded, saying that Sia’s talent itself was extraordinary.

‘I agree.’

If I grasped the angles and taught her as Wrath suggested, it seemed I could restore her to the peak of Grand Master rank without taking too long.

‘Wait, if that happens….’

Would the youngest of the Annex Building become a father?

I observed Sylvia and Edgar, who were watching me.
Sylvia’s skills were improving thanks to her continuous training, but Edgar was still busy healing his wounds.

If Sia’s abilities surged forward, it seemed Edgar would become the weakest person in the Annex Building.

‘That would be amusing, wouldn’t it?’
-Ah, the dignity of a father….

Wrath sighed regretfully in a low voice.

‘I should continue teaching her while she remains in the family.’

If the war continued, even the interior of Zigheart couldn’t be considered safe.
It seemed best to teach Sia proper swordsmanship so she could protect herself and the Annex Building.

-What are you planning to teach her?

Wrath narrowed his eyes with curiosity.

‘I have just the right technique for my sister right now.’

I smiled and approached Sia.

“Sister, the name of the swordsmanship you’ll learn this time is the Radiant Blade.”

The Radiant Blade was the sword of perception—the perfect technique for Sia, who possessed talent that surpassed even my own.

“Radiant Blade…? What does it mean?”

Sia tilted her head curiously, wondering what the Fang Bite Sword was.

“Well, it’s a swordsmanship technique that embodies the idea of a puppy tearing with its teeth.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say “mad beast,” so I expressed it as a puppy instead.

“A puppy!”

Sia nodded eagerly, clearly pleased with the name.

“Then let’s start with how to use it….”

I taught Sia the incantation and the most fundamental techniques for wielding the Fang Bite Sword.
She seemed to have a sharp mind—after hearing it once, she memorized the method and began practicing the technique on her own.

-She’s far better than you.
‘I know.’

I nodded in agreement. Just as Wrath said, Sia’s talent was surpassing my own.

I taught Sia until the sun began to set, and just as I was about to end the swordsmanship lesson, three pigeons suddenly burst through the darkening evening sky.

The pigeons had clearly flown in great haste, their breathing labored and rapid.

“Oh, how cute!”

Sia set down her sword and scooped up one of the panting pigeons into her arms.

‘Hmm….’

I removed the letters attached to the pigeons’ legs and unfolded them. There were three letters, but their contents were all identical.

‘An unbreakable blade has been completed. I have forged a sword that will turn even resentment into your strength. A demon has descended.’

These were letters from Balkan, Kuberard, and Borgos, each announcing that their swords had been completed. The phrasing in each letter sent shivers down my spine.

“This….”

I gazed up at the shimmering sky and let out a long, measured breath.

“I suppose I can look forward to it?”

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