The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 890

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Chapter 890

The moment I heard that the Cheoljeon Unit had sent an emergency support request, I rushed to the Audience Chamber.

“I greet you, Head of House.”

I knelt before Glen Zigheart, who stood gazing out the window from his seat upon the Jade Throne.

“Rise.”

Glen Zigheart turned slowly and gestured for me to stand.

“Thank you.”

I bowed once more to Glen Zigheart before rising to my feet.

“I understand the Cheoljeon Unit has sent an emergency support request.”
“It seems the Flying Swallow Unit informed you first.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly while observing Chad, who stood behind me.

“Indeed, an emergency support request arrived just moments ago. While not quite at the level of the Gwangpung Corps, the Cheoljeon Unit has achieved considerable growth through difficult missions, so it is rare for them to request support first.”

He held a letter that appeared to be from Travin, the commander of the Cheoljeon Unit, his brow furrowed.

“Then the mission must be extraordinarily difficult.”

I exhaled heavily.

“The mission originally assigned to the Cheoljeon Unit was not a difficult one.”

Glen Zigheart released a short breath and shook his head.

“What was the Cheoljeon Unit’s initial assignment?”
“Reconnaissance.”
“Reconnaissance….”

I widened my eyes in surprise at the Cheoljeon Unit’s mission, which differed from my expectations.

‘Did something serious happen during the reconnaissance?’

Reconnaissance missions only covered the Zigheart Territory, making them tedious and time-consuming, but they weren’t particularly dangerous.
I grew anxious wondering what had occurred to prompt an emergency support request.

“If you leave the Zigheart Territory and travel northeast, there’s a nomadic village called Bodri. It was originally quite substantial, but it has grown even larger now, as people who lost their homes and villages in the war have gathered there.”

Glen suddenly brought up the story of Bodri village, which had no connection to Zigheart.

“Yes, I’m aware of it.”

I nodded, having seen Bodri village from a distance myself.

“After the Cheoljeon Unit completed their reconnaissance mission and were attempting to return to the Family Estate, they received a request from that village to help defend against monsters.”
“The Cheoljeon Unit Commander would naturally have agreed to help.”

I smiled faintly as I recalled Travin’s face.

‘He would have gone without hesitation.’

Travin was someone who never looked down on me even when I was weak and of low status, treating me as a proper swordsman. He would have readily accepted the request for help from nomads who weren’t part of Zigheart.
Even if nomads not affiliated with Zigheart had requested help, he would have readily agreed.

“That’s right. He sought my permission first, so I told him to accept.”

Glen drew a thin smile, noting that Travin had reported to him first as expected.

“Head of House….”
“If that village disappears as well, the nomads will have nothing left.”

He lifted his chin as if it were an obvious matter.

“Indeed.”

I felt a subtle warmth rippling through Glen’s dry eyes and lifted my lips slightly.

“The initial report stated that a small number of monsters kept appearing. Since they weren’t particularly strong, he said they would handle it themselves and return. However….”

Glen set aside the letter Travin had sent initially and unfolded the one that had just arrived.

“It seems monsters are rising endlessly from the land stained purple now.”

He furrowed his brows deeply.

“No matter how many they kill, they keep rising, and now they’ve been pushed back to the villages themselves. He says that if time continues like this, the nomads’ homeland itself will disappear, so he’s requesting assistance.”

Glen finished reading Travin’s letter and folded it in half.

“Monsters appearing from the land stained purple….”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the folded letter in Glen’s hands.

‘Is it one of three possibilities?’

The birth of a new king, the Black Tower, or Eden.

It was possible that a new king had been born and monsters were gathering there, or it was equally possible that Eden or the Black Tower were scheming something.

It seemed I wouldn’t be able to determine the cause without seeing it myself.

“In truth, this has nothing to do with Zigheart. I could send a recall order to the Cheoljeon Unit without any issue.”

Glen spoke of the current situation in a voice tinged with coldness.

“Will you still go?”

He lowered his gaze with heavy eyes, as if probing my true intentions.

“Yes. I will go.”

I nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“Though it’s not Zigheart’s concern now, it may become our affair soon. Besides, there’s a possibility that Oma is scheming something, so it’s right to prevent it beforehand.”

Even if something happens outside Zigheart Territory, it could one day become my responsibility. It was better to stop it before it grew larger.

“The Cheoljeon Unit Master wanted to enter the Gwangpung Hall, and he’s already asking for a mission to prove his worth. I like his spirit.”

Raon asked Glen to assign him this mission and bowed his head.

“I see.”

Glen’s cold expression warmed into a smile, pleased with Raon’s response.

“You’re right. It’s best to cut down dangerous sprouts before they grow any larger.”

He nodded calmly and lowered his hand.

“I could have assigned this mission to the Central Intelligence Agency, but since the Gwangpung Corps will be working alongside the Cheoljeon Unit, I thought it best that you go.”

Glen smiled faintly as he explained why he had summoned Raon.

“I share the same thought. Thank you for calling on us first.”

Raon bowed with his hand placed over his chest.

‘This is a perfect opportunity.’

Since the Cheoljeon Unit’s entry into the Gwangpung Hall was almost certain, this was a good chance to assess the capabilities of my new subordinates.

“As you say, the Gwangpung Corps will take on this support mission.”

I told Glen I would accept the mission and bowed deeply.

“Since this is an urgent support request, there’s no need to report separately to me. Depart as soon as you’re ready.”

He waved his hand, urging me to go.

“I’m departing in two days myself, so you’re just as busy as I am.”

Sheryl tilted her chin slightly, saying she wouldn’t see me for a while.

“Be careful out there.”

She waved her hand gently, saying we’d see each other later.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen stepped forward with a hollow laugh.

“The Organization Master wouldn’t need any advice. I simply hope you return safely.”

He bowed carefully, as if entrusting Travin to my care.

“Then.”

I exchanged farewells with Glen Zigheart, Roen, and Sheryl in turn before leaving the Audience Chamber.

“In the past, that departing figure seemed somewhat uncertain….”

Roen watched the door through which I had exited, shaking his head briefly.

“Now it simply feels reassuring. No matter what trouble the Cheoljeon Unit faces, it seems he will rescue them safely.”

He chuckled, amazed at how solid my back had become.

“I felt something similar.”

Sheryl grasped her left wrist with her right hand and nodded.

“During the last mission, when Raon stood before me, it was like seeing the Head of House himself. As if he wouldn’t lose no matter who the enemy was.”

She spoke without concern for the Cheoljeon Unit’s safety, a faint smile crossing her lips.

“Krhm!”

Glen’s mood brightened at Sheryl and Roen’s praise of Raon, and he rotated his ankles slightly as if dancing.

“It’s not quite that much—he’s simply capable of doing his part wherever he’s placed.”

Despite his modest words, he couldn’t hide his radiant expression, as if a light had been switched on.

“Not long ago during our sparring match, he took consecutive strikes from my lightning assault and still moved his body. There’s still inexperience showing, but if he gains more experience, few warriors will stand above that boy.”

Glen smacked his lips, noting that only the Five Emperors Five Demons and the leaders of the New Rising Powers stood above me now.

“Head of House.”

Chad, the leader of the Bi-Yeon Society, approached the platform and bowed his head.

“Another report arrived on my way to escort you, Raon.”

He held out a white envelope from his breast pocket while keeping his head lowered.

“It’s a letter from one of our agents monitoring the Divine Continent Five Regions.”
“The Divine Continent Five Regions….”

Glen’s eyes, which had held a warm hue, grew cold the moment he read the letter Chad handed him.
A frigid aura befitting the title of King of the Northern Region radiated from his surroundings.

“Are they really going to make such a foolish choice?”

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The moment I left the Audience Chamber, I returned to the 5th Training Ground.

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps, having heard Chad’s words, all remained in the Training Ground waiting.

I climbed onto the platform, meeting the resolute faces of the Gwangpung Corps.

Burren, Martha, and Lunan stood before their respective squads in rigid posture, while Mark Goeten stood at the edge of the platform with his hands clasped before him.

“As you’ve all heard….”

I opened my mouth, my gaze calm as I looked down upon the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps.

“The Cheoljeon Unit has sent a request for support. The fact that those capable of resolving most matters on their own are asking for emergency assistance means this will undoubtedly be a dangerous mission.”

I set my jaw, emphasizing that this would be no easy task.

“However, the Cheoljeon Unit did not hesitate to rush to our aid when we were in danger. Now it is our turn to help them.”

I placed my hand upon the Heavenly Sword, speaking of repaying the debt we had received.

“Of course you’d say that. Actually, even if that weren’t the case, we’d still have to go!”

Martha declared loudly that members of the same family must unconditionally help one another, nodding her head emphatically.

“It’s strange hearing the word ‘family’ come from your mouth.”

Burren chuckled as he looked at Martha.

“Still, you’re right. It’s only proper to help a comrade, no matter what situation they find themselves in.”

He clenched his fist, saying we should save them even at the cost of our lives.

“Travin… when you said Raon had died, I cried so much.”

Lunan nodded, recalling how genuinely sorrowful Travin had been when she went missing.

“Now it’s our turn to help.”

She embraced the newly sharpened Seolhwa, saying she truly wanted to help.

“The eastern region? The Hosphun trees that grow there are wonderful—sturdy yet flexible!”

Dorian chuckled, thinking he should gather supplies while he was at it.

“You seem even more obsessed with supplies lately, don’t you?”

Crain shook his head in bewilderment, saying he understood less and less.

“There’s a ghost who only uses things without replacing them, so I have to stock up whenever I get the chance!”

Dorian grumbled subtly about someone while stamping his foot.

“Mark Goeten.”

I called out to Mark Goeten, letting Dorian’s words pass by.

“I’ll need to adjust the new blade once we return.”
“Of course.”

Mark Goeten smiled faintly, saying it was fine.

“Actually, this works out well. I wanted to gain real combat experience beyond just sparring, and this seems like a perfect opportunity.”

He nodded leisurely, saying it was even better. His vessel truly seemed to have grown larger.

“Then prepare for departure and gather here by evening.”
“Yes!”

The Gwangpung Corps shouted as if they’d been waiting for this and rushed toward the Dormitory and their homes.

-Krrr….

Wrath let out a low exclamation watching the departing Gwangpung Corps.

-Those brats have grown quite a bit too. They say familiarity breeds fondness, and it’s not bad.

He nodded, as if the Gwangpung Corps had grown well thanks to his teachings.

‘Well, that’s not entirely wrong.’

I chuckled and nodded.

‘But why are you being so quiet?’
-What are you saying? The True Demon King has always been taciturn.

Wrath tilted his chin, mentioning that his nickname was the Silent Demon King.

‘That’s complete nonsense.’
-How dare you call the True Demon King such a thing!

He waved his hand up and down, demanding I take it back.

‘Never mind the Silent Demon King nonsense—you’re being unusually quiet even though we suddenly have to go on a mission.’

Normally, he would throw a fit complaining about the food eaten while camping outdoors, but he was being quiet, which was strange.

-You kept your promise with me, so shouldn’t I endure this as well?

Wrath kept his promise to let me eat whatever I wanted for ten days, so he waved his hand dismissively, telling me to be patient.

‘Wow, I didn’t know he could think of things like that.’

I patted Wrath on the head and gave him sincere praise.

-Hmph. I am the True Demon King! What we exchange is steel!

Wrath snorted with his face flushed red, pleased to have received the compliment.

-But you shouldn’t be thinking about me right now.’
‘What do you mean?’

I tilted my head at Wrath in confusion.

-Your sister. She’s been enjoying learning swordsmanship from you, and when you say you’re leaving, she’ll be absolutely delighted!

Wrath chuckled, anticipating Sia’s expression.

‘Ah.’

I swallowed hard as Sia’s face came to mind.

‘I’m doomed….’

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Because it was an emergency support mission, the entire Gwangpung Corps gathered at the 5th Training Ground before evening fell.

When all the swordsmen stood in proper posture before the platform, I opened the door to the Training Ground and entered.

“Huh?”

Burren’s eyelids trembled as he watched me climb onto the platform.

“O, Organization Master. My hair….”

He exhaled sharply as he observed my hair, which curved upward like a swallow’s nest.

“Is this Sia’s handiwork?”

Martha giggled as if she’d expected as much.

“At least this time it seems a bit less mangled.”

She waved her hand dismissively, saying it was a relief.

“I’m envious….”

Lunan smacked his lips, envying something he couldn’t quite name.

“As expected of Sister Sia! Only Sister Sia can bring down the Organization Master!”

Dorian shouted with satisfaction, pounding his chest.

“I never thought he’d put up with this even from his older sister. Isn’t that right, Dogyae?”

Crain spoke to Dogyae, noting that this was the first time he’d seen Raon in such a weakened state.

“Ahem….”

Dogyae, who would normally have called it pathetic, cleared his throat and averted his gaze since he himself was equally defenseless against Sia.

“Enough.”

I swept my disheveled blonde hair back like Glen and took my place at the edge of the platform.

“As I mentioned, this emergency support mission will provide almost no rest time. We’ll need to keep moving, so prepare yourselves accordingly.”

In the past, I would have been forced to allocate rest periods, but now that every member of the Gwangpung Corps was a Master, I could minimize even sleep time.

“This support mission may be the last operation the Gwangpung Corps undertakes as a unit, so I hope you’ll see it through to the end with honor.”

I met the gaze of each swordsman in the Gwangpung Corps and nodded.

“Understood!”

Every swordmaster of the Gwangpung Corps stomped their feet and roared in unison.

“Then we depart.”

I descended from the platform and walked through the center of the Gwangpung Corps, now arrayed in formation.

The swordmasters who passed in my wake followed behind, their formation resembling the shape of a blade itself.

Though they hadn’t achieved a true sword formation, they had reached a state where each bolstered the other’s energy. The Gwangpung Corps’ advance was accompanied by an aura as heavy and sharp as the sword force they had accumulated.

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I and the Gwangpung Corps traveled through a dimensional gate to the edge of Zigheart Territory, then moved eastward.

Most places could be reached within days using dimensional gates, but the location where the Cheoljeon Unit had gone lay beyond that realm, so we had no choice but to ride through the night.

Limiting sleep to two hours and enduring Wrath’s complaints while eating nadin bread, I managed to arrive at our destination more than half a day ahead of the time the Cheoljeon Unit had requested.

-Ugh…

Wrath wiped his tongue with his hand and shook his head.

-I could endure the lack of sleep, but this nadin bread will drive me mad! The taste is absolutely dreadful! How does bread taste like rubber?!

He scrubbed his tongue vigorously, as if he were dying.

‘Not much longer now.’

I gently patted Wrath’s head as he whimpered like a puppy.

‘Once we extinguish this urgent fire, we can have a proper meal. Just hold on a bit longer.’

I could eat nadin bread for a lifetime without complaint, but since Wrath and the other swordmasters were suffering, I decided we should rest first upon arriving at the village.

‘Still….’

I smiled faintly as I watched the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen climbing the mountain in my wake.

‘They’re enduring well.’

In the past, they would have shown signs of exhaustion—both physical and mental—written across their faces. But now, not a single one displayed weariness. They climbed with steady, resolute steps.

-If those little ones can make it up here, anyone complaining deserves to drop dead.

Wrath snorted as he observed Yua and Julius, whose complexions remained brighter than the others.

‘Exactly.’

Yua and Julius pursued us with even brighter expressions, unwilling to burden their seniors. Because of those two, the swordsmen could never afford to show fatigue.
Because of those children, the prosecutors could never show signs of exhaustion.

“Once we get over this mountain, we’ll be able to see the village right away. Let’s just push a little harder.”

He first climbed to the Mountain Peak while encouraging the Gwangpung Corps.

“Huh…?”

But the nomads’ village, which should have been in the east, was nowhere to be seen.

Phew!

The only thing filling the mountainous terrain and grassland where the village should have been was a dark, gloomy purple sea.

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