The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 898

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Chapter 898

The golden Jade Throne that had been embedded in the platform was uprooted along with its legs and lifted into the air, but only the Gwangpung Corps and the Cheoljeon Unit witnessed it.

Booooom!

Though the Jade Throne crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, the executives in the Audience Chamber couldn’t tear their eyes away from Raon.

“You… you defeated Sageomma alone? By yourself?”

Serena, the Master of the Gonggeom Unit, trembled with her jaw slightly lowered, as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Even if you’ve transcended, how could you possibly…”

Latein, the Master of the Jeongeom Unit, also seemed astounded, his words trailing off as he blinked rapidly.

“Everyone, silence! My nephew will explain everything himself!”

Valdemar stepped forward with a grand gesture. Yet even he swallowed dryly, as if struggling to accept what he’d heard.

“Ahem…”

Glen Zigheart let out a soft cough and flicked his fingers. The Jade Throne that had fallen to the ground returned to its original position. Of course, the impact from the fall had left it dented and warped beyond recognition.

“Raon. Or rather, Master of the Gwangpung Corps. Would you mind explaining how you defeated Sageomma?”

He covered half his face with his hand as if to hide his bewilderment, and tilted his chin slightly.

“As I mentioned, Sageomma recovered his lost aura through the Black Tower’s sorcery. However, he obtained an aura beyond what he could handle, leaving his spirit fractured. I judged there was a chance to win, so rather than flee, I engaged him in battle.”

Raon nodded and explained the battle with Sageomma.

“…By identifying the gaps in Sageomma’s swordsmanship, I was able to strike him down in the end.”

As I concluded by stating that I’d defeated Sageomma, a heavy, profound silence settled over the Audience Chamber.

“Had Sageomma been in his normal state, I wouldn’t have won. I suppose I was fortunate.”

I shook my head, telling Valdemar the same thing I’d told Trevin—that I hadn’t truly defeated a proper Divine Continent Five Regions member.

“Nonsense!”

Valdemar stomped his foot with such force that the Audience Chamber trembled.

“Listen here! A victory is a victory! Whether Sageomma’s spirit collapsed or his arm was severed, he was the leader of Sablack who once ruled the Continent! He’s not an opponent you defeat through mere luck!”

He approached me and gripped my shoulder with his massive hand.

“Have confidence in yourself. From this day forward, you are a swordmaster who has defeated a Divine Continent Five Regions member!”

Valdemar nodded, insisting that no matter what, the result would not change.

“The Jinmu Jeonju speaks truth.”

Glen Zigheart nodded from where he sat upon the damaged Jade Throne.

“Damaged or not, what you defeated was Sageomma of the Divine Continent Five Regions. Take pride in that.”

He pointed with trembling fingers at the executives whose expressions still bore shock.

“If you’re dissatisfied with fighting a damaged Sageomma, then face a proper Divine Continent Five Regions member yourself.”
“I beg your pardon? What do you mean by that…?”

I looked up at Glen, tilting my head slightly.

“There are reports that not only Sageomma, but other Divine Continent Five Regions members have made contact with Oma. It seems the Divine Continent Five Regions itself is fracturing.”

Glen frowned, saying the situation was far from ideal.

“That’s why you’ve accomplished something truly significant. If Sageomma had sided with Oma while adapted to that deception, the damage would have been catastrophic.”

He nodded, calling it a remarkable achievement in many respects.

“Which Divine Continent Five Regions member made contact with Oma?”

I had a suspicion, but I asked just to be certain.

“Heekyuk Je and Guisalchang.”

Glen clicked his tongue, noting that Oma’s messenger had apparently visited both of them.

“As expected.”

Akgeomhu, true to her name, was someone who despised evil. Had Oma approached her directly, she would have severed his head on the spot—so she likely never would have entertained a conversation with him in the first place.

“After Oma made contact, Guisalchang disappeared, and Heekyuk Je remained inactive.”

Glen bit his lip, saying it seemed certain that Guisalchang had defected to Oma’s side.

“So it came to that in the end.”

I exhaled a short sigh.

‘I had a feeling about this from the moment Heekyuk Je didn’t respond.’

After hearing my warning, Heekyuk Je had provided information about the Soul Stone and shown signs of wanting to align with Oma, yet ultimately made no choice. Looking at the current situation, it seemed the council had been divided on the matter all along.

“Of course, nothing is confirmed yet, so let’s discuss this another time.”

Glen shook his head, saying this wasn’t the matter to bring up now.

“Cheoljeon Unit Master.”

He placed his hand on the armrest of the crumpled Jade Throne and called out to Trevin.

“Yes, Head of House.”

Trevin stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

“According to the Organization Master, you said you wished to fall under Gwangpung Hall once the Gwangpung Corps is promoted to a full division. Is this true?”
“It is, sir.”

He nodded without the slightest hesitation.

“Initially, the Organization Master made the proposal, but now we have decided of our own will to join Gwangpung Hall.”

Trevin stated that this decision was made solely by their own will as he gazed at Glen Zigheart.

“Then it is settled.”

Glen Zigheart rose from the Jade Throne, his eyes gleaming with gravity.

“Not only for this mission, but in recognition of the Gwangpung Corps’ accumulated achievements thus far, I shall hold a promotion ceremony one week from now to elevate the Gwangpung Corps to the rank of Gwangpung Hall.”

Standing at the edge of the platform, he declared that he would promote Raon to Organization Master and the Gwangpung Corps to Gwangpung Hall.

“Any executives with objections, raise your hands.”

Glen Zigheart surveyed those below the platform, but since Karun and Denier were absent, no one raised their hand this time.

“In truth, it would not have been strange had they been promoted long ago.
“Yes. If anything, this promotion is overdue.”
“An Organization Master at that age—even now it seems a waste. We should have selected him for the Selection Ceremony by any means necessary….”

Valdemar, Serena, and Latein nodded as though the result was inevitable. The other executives also offered their applause, showing no dissent. The situation had completely changed from when accumulating achievements would have drawn resentment.

“The Gwangpung Corps Master and the Cheoljeon Unit Master should take note and prepare in advance.”
“Yes.”
“Understood!”

Raon and Trevin bowed simultaneously.

“Then let us conclude for today.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, dismissing them.

“Head of House.”

Raon stepped forward again and addressed Glen Zigheart.

“This is the Village Chief of Bodri Village. They have lost their village and grasslands and have nowhere to go, but since they possess considerable expertise in dairy farming, I would suggest entrusting them with the pastureland we obtained previously.”

He bowed his head as he made the request.

“The Village Chief of Bodri Village is Chafran.”

Unlike when Chafran first saw Glen, he bowed with composed eyes.

“As the Gwangpung Corps Master said, I am confident in dairy farming. If you grant me this opportunity, I wish to live for Zigheart.”

He knelt, asking Zigheart to accept him. At first, Glen—that towering giant—had terrified him, but upon realizing he was a grandfather who cherished his grandson, Chafran’s heart eased somewhat.

“Then do so.”

Glen gazed intently at Chafran’s eyes before nodding slightly.

“Do not concern yourself with taxes or surrounding circumstances. Focus on stabilizing the village.”

He extended his hand, saying that Zigheart would handle the rest.

“Th-thank you so much!”

Chafran cried out that he would repay this grace for the rest of his life, pressing his forehead to the ground.

“….”

Glen closed his eyes as if it were nothing, then opened them and sat upon the damaged Jade Throne.

“Breaking through the walls of the Divine Continent Five Regions….”
“There’s nothing else to say but that he’s insane.”
“I don’t think the kids will believe this even if we tell them.”
“They won’t. Even I, who heard it directly from the Gwangpung Corps Master, still can’t believe it.”

The executives departed the Patriarch’s Hall, chattering about how Raon had defeated Sageomma, still amazed by the feat.

“….”

After all the executives and swordsmen had left the Audience Chamber, Raon personally closed the door and approached Glen.

“Do you have something to say?”

Glen nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

-Food!

Wrath bounded up excitedly, shouting about food.

-Open a grand banquet at once! Create an ice cream waterfall!

He rattled off his desired dishes, smacking his lips with anticipation.

‘Later.’

I pushed Wrath aside and shook my head.

‘There are more pressing matters now.’

I exhaled briefly and glanced up at Glen Zigheart.

“There is one more matter I must discuss with you.”
“Ahem, go ahead.”

He nodded as if willing to hear anything.

“Before I killed Sageomma, he told me something.”
“Something he told you before his death?”
“Yes. He made me an offer, and it was….”

I revealed the part about Sageomma knowing the location of the Black Tower.

“Montiro….”

Glen Zigheart murmured the name Montiro, his eyes narrowing.

“Since it was a matter requiring secrecy, I could not speak of it in the presence of other executives.”
“Yes. You made the right call.”

He nodded, now understanding why I hadn’t reported it sooner.

“Montiro lies on the outskirts of the Southern Region, yet it is a major city and tourist destination. It is hard to believe the Black Tower could be there.”
“I thought the same, but Sageomma swore a soul oath. Even if the Black Tower itself is not in Montiro, there should be at least a clue to reach it.”

I clenched my fist, saying I wanted to gather information at minimum.

“Yes, that’s something we’ll need to do.”
“However, it’s dangerous and requires careful attention….”
“Don’t worry.”

Glen Zigheart turned his finger to point at Roen standing beneath the platform.

“Hehehehe, it’s been a while since I’ve seen the sea.”

Roen placed his hand over his chest as if to assure me of his trustworthiness.

“There’s no room for objection.”

I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

‘Roen would be better suited than I am.’

Roen was an assassin bearing the epithet of the Slaughter King. With assassination skills that surpassed even my former self, he was the most fitting person for this covert investigation.

“Then I’ll ask for your help.”
“Wait.”

As I bowed my head and was about to leave the Audience Chamber, Glen raised his hand.

“I have a question too.”

Glen regarded me with quiet, settled eyes.

“Why did you bring the people from Bodri Village? They wouldn’t starve to death if left to their own devices elsewhere, would they?”

He tilted his chin as if asking why I had brought people who couldn’t live there but could settle elsewhere all the way here.

“Because I wished for Zigheart to become stronger.”

I placed my hand on the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

“It is not warriors alone, but people themselves who ultimately become the strength of a faction. For Zigheart to grow stronger and stand higher, we will need more people in the future. The people of Bodri Village are skilled in dairy farming, so even if it brings losses now, I believed they would become a great asset to us in the days to come.”

I lowered my head while explaining the decision I had made directly.

“Is that so….”

Glen Zigheart’s crimson eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he curved his lips into a subtle smile.

“I asked you once before—have you ever considered becoming the Head of House of Zigheart?”
“Head of House….”

I brushed back the strands of hair falling across my forehead and clicked my tongue softly.

“To be honest, I had no particular thoughts about it before, but now I find myself a little intrigued.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I wish for those I care about and those I’ve brought here to live happier lives.”
“I see. You’ve grown up well….”

Glen Zigheart closed his eyes as if lost in profound contemplation, exhaling a quiet sigh.

“You’ve worked hard. Your reward for this mission will be arranged separately, so wait for it.”
“Understood. Then I’ll take my leave.”

I bowed respectfully to Glen Zigheart and Roen before departing the Audience Chamber.

“A king. One who possesses the qualities of both a tyrant and a benevolent ruler.”

Glen Zigheart slowly lifted his eyelids and smiled.

“A talent that will shine brilliantly whether in times of chaos or peace.”

He nodded, anticipating Raon’s future with great interest.

“I share that sentiment.”

Roen chuckled warmly and nodded in agreement.

“I cannot fathom when he grew so much.”

He recalled the young Raon from his childhood, his expression softening into a gentle smile.

“For Raon’s sake, I must conduct a thorough investigation.”

Roen rolled his shoulders, saying it had been a while since he’d loosened up his body.

“Be careful. If the Black Tower truly has its headquarters in Montiro itself, you could be in danger as well.”

Glen narrowed his gaze as he cautioned him.

“Of course. I will prioritize my own safety above all else.”

Roen nodded and was about to leave the Audience Chamber when it happened.

“Wait a moment.”

Glen raised his hand toward Roen.

“Right, Montiro is in the South, isn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“Since you’ll be going in disguise anyway, on your way there….”

He swallowed dryly and lowered his voice.

“Could you spread the rumor that Raon defeated Sageomma?”
“Ha…. Hahahaha!”

Roen burst into genuine laughter—not hollow, but filled with delight—and nodded.

“Of course. I’ll spread it quite vividly.”

He waved his hand dismissively and left the Audience Chamber.

“….”

Glen slowly rose to his feet and gazed out the window. As he watched the azure leaves flutter in the breeze, his fingertips trembled faintly.

“Rimer. It seems your eyes were keener than mine after all.”

He smiled softly as he recalled Rimer, who had always come to the Audience Chamber demanding that Raon take the position of Head of House.

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“Haaaa….”

Trevin exhaled a long breath, his sword still lowered.

“The Gwangpung Corps’ training is certainly different. Now I understand how you achieved such rapid growth.”

He wiped the sweat from his brow, remarking that even he, a Grand Master, found the training exhausting.

“Truly.”
“It’s far more intense than our training….”
“To think you’ve endured this every single day.”

The Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen, who had trained alongside the Gwangpung Corps from dawn until dusk, also gave thumbs up in admiration of their prowess.

“It’s already time for the evening meal. Finally, we can rest.”

As Trevin sheathed his sword while gazing at the darkening sky, I descended from the platform.

“Please follow me. I’ll guide you to where we can have dinner.”

I gestured to everyone and led them away from the 5th Training Ground. However, instead of the Dining Hall, I took them to Bekmang Mountain.

“This is Bekmang Mountain. Why here….”

Trevin tilted his head, puzzled by my intention.

“Once the Gwangpung Corps completes our recovery rest, we conduct field training on Bekmang Mountain. Since the Cheoljeon Unit has now joined us, I’d like us to train together.”

I smiled with kind eyes as I proposed the joint field training.

“What’s the training method?”
“You simply need to endure on that mountain until dawn breaks tomorrow.”
“Endure? That’s all?”
“Yes. That’s all.”

and distributed one nadimbppang to each of the Cheoljeon Unit and Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“That’s simple enough?”
“Right. We have food anyway. We can eat and rest.”
“This could be fun. Let’s share some stories.”

The Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen nodded, saying it seemed like decent training.

“Ugh….”
“Again, again, again….”
“Here they come. They’re coming. They’ve arrived….”

Meanwhile, the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen began turning ashen, as if they’d thrust their heads into the jaws of a tiger.

“Then let’s begin.”

As Raon clapped his hands, the Gwangpung Corps began scrambling up the Mountain like madmen.

“They’re accustomed to climbing. Good. Let’s go too.”

Trevin issued orders to the Cheoljeon Unit and began ascending the Mountain in pursuit of the Gwangpung Corps.

“The Gwangpung Corps’ training differs from other places in many ways. Now I understand why they’re so formidable in actual combat.”

He was climbing toward the Mountain Peak while conversing with several Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen.

Kiiiiieeeee!
Aaaaaaahhhhh!

Agonized screams erupted from the Mountain Slope, as if people were dying.

“What, what is that!”

Trevin spun around in shock.

“Screams…?”
“Isn’t this a bit excessive?”
“Those sound like the cries people make right before death…?”

The Cheoljeon Unit swordsmen also trembled with bewilderment, their lips quivering.

“Ehehehe, it comes….”

At that moment, Dorian emerged from behind the boulder, releasing a grotesque laugh as he shook his head.

“It comes? What exactly is coming?”

Trevin approached Dorian and grasped his shoulder.

“What’s coming? Some filthy demon bastard, that’s what….”

Dorian lifted his eyes, which were twisted at an unnatural angle.

“Welcome. To Hell.”

The moment he uttered the word Hell, crimson eyes pierced through the space between Trevin and the Cheoljeon Unit.

Screeeeeech!

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