The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 901

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Chapter 901

‘What is that…?’

I trembled as I observed the flickering in Denier’s eyes.

‘What kind of smile is that?’

The smile Denier displayed was a color I had never seen across both my past and present lives.

It felt like anticipation welling up as if the time had finally come, yet it also seemed like a sneer, and there was even an emptiness that reminded me of a puppet acting out human emotions.

“Master of the Gwangpung Hall?”

As I was gnawing at my lips, Chad’s voice reached my ears.

“Yes?”

I hurriedly turned my gaze toward Chad.

“You must descend now.”

Following his gesture downward, I saw that the Gwangpung Corps that had been beside me had returned to their original positions.

Only Glen and I remained on the platform.

“…My apologies.”

I bowed to Glen and Chad before descending from the platform.

“Even the Organization Master spaces out sometimes? Were you thinking of old memories?”

Dorian grinned with delight at having found something to tease me about.

“Spacing out is the best…”

Lunan gave me a light pat on the arm while saying I’d done well.

“From now on, I’m no longer the Organization Master—I’m the Master of the House. You should address me accordingly from this point forward.”

Burren nodded toward me, indicating that I should use a more respectful form of address.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Dorian, Lunan, and Burren.

‘Did none of them see it?’

Seeing that all the swordsmen of the Gwangpung Corps were laughing, it seemed I was the only one who had witnessed Denier’s bizarre expression.

‘Wrath.’

I called to Wrath by moving only my eyes.

-Of course I saw it.

Wrath didn’t disappoint my expectations and nodded slowly.

-Desire, relief, and emptiness were all mixed together. Even I cannot fathom this man’s true nature.

He furrowed his brow, saying that merely thinking about Denier gave him a headache.

‘So only you and I saw it?’
-The smile itself lasted only an instant, and since everyone here was watching your sword ceremony, no one else would have seen his expression.

Wrath nodded, saying it was natural that they didn’t see it.

‘That makes sense.’

Since I had been speaking about my feelings upon becoming Master of the House and performing the sword ceremony at that very moment, I must have been the only one looking at Denier.

“With that, I shall conclude the promotion ceremony.”

Glen turned his back and ended the promotion ceremony himself.

Woooooaaaaaah!
Gwangpung Hall! Gwangpung Hall!
Raon! Raon! Raon!

The Zigheart swordsmen and spectators sent another round of applause and cheers toward Raon and the Gwangpung Corps.

“Master of Gwangpung Hall.”

Glen gestured to call me over once the cheers began to subside.

“Now that the Gwangpung Corps has become Gwangpung Hall, we’ll need to construct buildings and training grounds befitting that status. Do you have any thoughts on this?”

He nodded as if to say I could write anywhere in the blank spaces.

“Then, would it be acceptable to develop the path connecting the 5th Training Ground to Bekmang Mountain?”

The path from the 5th Training Ground to Bekmang Mountain was wide enough that developing it would allow for the construction of new buildings and training grounds.

“You mean to demolish the 5th Training Ground and build there?”
“No. I would like to leave the 5th Training Ground as it is.”

I shook my head firmly.

‘I want to preserve it, whether we use it or not.’

Rimer treasured that place and the memories it held so much that he had made the 5th Training Ground the password to the vault.
I wanted to protect the 5th Training Ground until the day Zigheart disappeared.

“Chad. Can you manage this?”

Glen nodded slightly and called for Chad.

“I had a feeling the Master of Gwangpung Hall would say something like that, so I conducted a preliminary survey beforehand. It appears there is sufficient space to construct the hall and new training grounds.”

Chad spoke of the ample space available and offered a faint smile.

“You conducted a preliminary survey?”
“Yes. The Master values memories dearly, after all.”

He said he had anticipated it and bowed slightly at the waist.

“…Thank you.”

I nodded in return as I looked at Chad.

“Not at all. This is simply our duty.”

Chad waved his hand with a composed expression.

“Then I shall take my leave. There are many places where I need to collect the blueprints.”

He pledged to construct the finest building and departed from our side.

“He’s somewhat lighthearted, but when it comes to handling matters, he’s reliable. The previous Flying Swallow Unit Master had good reason to trust him before retiring.”

Glen nodded, saying it would be good for young people to build connections with one another.

“Yes. I felt it as well.”

I nodded while watching Chad’s retreating figure.

‘At first, I thought he was Karun’s spy.’

Chad’s words and actions had been so courteous and cautious that I initially believed he was Karun’s spy, attempting to extract information from me.

But he was not on Karun’s side—he was completely neutral, and he had handled his duties as Flying Swallow Unit Master with such diligence that I felt ashamed of my suspicions. It seemed I would need to apologize to him soon.

“Congratulations once more.”

Glen spoke of my hardships and patted my shoulder with a gentle hand.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Glen and turned to leave.

Tsk.

When I heard Glen’s reluctant sound and was about to turn back, rough footsteps echoed from ahead.

“Raon!”
“My son!”
“Nephew!”

Sylvia and Edgar rushed toward me with their arms spread wide, while Aris, her face brightened in a way I hadn’t seen in ages, called out “Nephew!”

“Brother!”

Sia echoed Aris’s words, calling me brother as she waved both hands.

“Wait, one at a time…oof!”

I’d asked them to come one by one, but all four of them embraced me simultaneously, surrounding me like criminals being apprehended.

“Young Master!”
“Congratulations.”
“I knew you could do it!”

Helen and Judith, along with the other maidservants, offered their congratulations, their eyes glistening with tears.

“Thank you all. I could only achieve this because of your support.”

I bowed my head to the family and maidservants who had cared for me since childhood, making me who I am today.

“You did well.”
“That’s right. What did we even do…”

Sylvia and Helen shook their heads in disagreement, but I didn’t withdraw my gratitude.

“Yua and Julius did well too.”

Sylvia hugged Yua and Julius, who were standing behind me, and sniffled.

“That’s true. You must have had a hard time training while handling the Annex Building’s duties…”
“You’ve worked so hard.”

The maidservants also embraced Yua and Julius, their eyes brimming with tears.

“It was only possible because everyone helped me.”

Julius shook his head, his nose flushed red.

“Yes! I’m quite impressive, aren’t I!”

Meanwhile, Yua thrust her hands confidently on her hips and lifted her chin with pride.

The contrasting demeanor of the two children drew broad smiles from the people of the Annex Building.

-As expected of the pineapple girl!

Wrath nodded approvingly.

-If you serve the True Demon King, you must carry yourself with such boldness! It’s no fun if you’re always humble like you, fool!

He grinned, clearly pleased with Yua for reasons of his own.

‘It’s a pleasant sight.’

I pushed Wrath aside as he muttered about how he had raised Yua, and surveyed the other Gwangpung Corps swordsmen.

“I’m now the captain of the Gale Wind Hall…!”

Lunan bowed deeply, announcing that he had become the captain of the Gale Wind Hall.

“Wait, if you went from captain of the Corps to captain of the Hall, isn’t that a promotion being skipped…?”

Rokan, Lunan’s father and the Head of the Slion Family, furrowed his brow in question.

“Just say it worked out well!”

Clara, Lunan’s mother, struck Rokan’s back.

“….”
“….”

Karun and Burren simply stared at each other without uttering a word.

“Since the Gwangpung Corps has become the Gale Wind Hall, you’ll likely become its vice-captain.”

Karun narrowed his eyes before speaking first.

“What? Me, become the Vice-Commander?”

Burren’s mouth fell open in confusion.

“Not because you’re exceptional, but because there’s no one else.”

Karun raised his hand, pointing to Martha and Lunan.

“Ah….”

Burren glanced at the vacant-eyed Lunan and the fierce Martha, then swallowed hard.

“The Vice-Commander’s position isn’t a place to slack off behind the Commander. Rather, there will be many times when you must shoulder the troublesome and difficult tasks in the Commander’s stead, so you must prepare yourself thoroughly.”
“Yes….”

He answered, but his brow furrowed as if he had no idea how to prepare.

“Follow me. I won’t teach you—you’ll learn by watching and understanding for yourself.”

Karun clicked his tongue briefly and turned away.

“Yes, understood!”

Burren followed behind Karun with a radiant smile, brighter than when he’d been promoted to Commander.

“So you’ll finally claim the Organization Master’s position.”

Dogyae, his face flushed as if he’d had a drink, gestured toward Mark Goeten.

“If that were to happen, I would refuse.”

Mark Goeten shook his head firmly.

“Refuse?”
“Yes. I have never led anyone before. Since I wasn’t part of a unit in the Gwangpung Corps, I would prefer to become a guardian instead.”

He clenched his fist, saying he wanted to fight in an independent position like now.

“Well, that wouldn’t be so bad. But you understand that a Protector must have confidence in their martial prowess equal to or greater than the Organization Master and Unit Master, right?”

Dogyae gave a short shake of his head and lowered his hand.

“Yes. That’s why I plan to focus solely on training for a while.”

Mark Goeten nodded, as if he already knew this.

“Your eyes shine brighter now. Good. Follow me. I’ll help you build skills worthy of the title of Protector of the Gwangpung Hall.”
“Sir….”
“If I’m displeased, I’ll cast you out immediately, so steel yourself.”

Dogyae entrusted the wine bottle to Mark Goeten and left the 5th Training Ground.

“Of course.”

Mark Goeten cradled the wine bottle carefully and followed after him.

“Oh, thank you!”
“A gift? Isn’t this from the Southern Region’s supplies?”
“Hey, I didn’t do anything! Our Organization Master did it all!”

Dorian was surrounded by many people, receiving gifts and congratulations like the social butterfly he was.

Besides them, most of the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen were spending happy moments receiving congratulations from family or friends.

‘Over there….’

I turned my gaze toward the two people among them who wore the warmest smiles.

“From now on, call me Organization Master! Father’s daughter is now an Organization Master too!”

Martha held her chin high proudly in front of Denier.

“Of course! Not just Organization Master, but I should call you Organization Master with respect!”

Denier nodded, saying he would even use an honorific form.

“At first, I hoped you would join our Hyunmu Division, but now I can only say your choice was the right one.”

He erased his regret and painted a smile with eyes that held only joy.

“To be honest, there were many days I wanted to give up, but it was possible because of the Gwangpung Corps and Father. Thank you.”

Martha lowered her head, her eyes revealing a gentleness rather than the usual roughness she displayed.

“No, I’ve always been happy because of you.”

Denier gently extended his arms and embraced Martha.
He offered her a subtle smile, and unlike the one he had shown me, it was the very image of a benevolent father.

“Congratulations.”

Denier met my gaze and spoke his congratulations in a quiet voice. Though his tone was undoubtedly calm, an inexplicable chill ran down my spine.

-N-now that’s a bit frightening….

Wrath also exhaled in disbelief.

‘I don’t understand.’

Neither from my life as the assassin Raon nor from my life as Raon Zigheart could I decipher Denier’s intentions and thoughts.

Something was clearly there, but I couldn’t openly suspect or interrogate him, which only frustrated me further.

‘He’s never actually done anything suspicious or been caught.’

Denier had revealed incompetence before, but he had never once acted suspiciously.

He had escaped even Glen’s direct scrutiny, and as an executive with better public favor than I possessed, openly suspecting him was impossible.

Whoooosh.

As I bit my lip, a clear wind flowed from the Soul Reaper Sword and wrapped around me—as if telling me not to worry so much.

‘…You’re right.’

I nodded, feeling the refreshing yet gentle breeze.

‘I must ensure that nothing like what happened to my master ever occurs again.’

I clenched my fists tightly, vowing that I would not lose anyone else.

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In a bustling tavern tucked away in the back alleys of Camelrun, even as the sun had not yet set.

My name echoed from the far corner of the tavern, which buzzed with countless rumors spreading across the entire Continent.

“Have you heard the story?”

A middle-aged man with thick, caterpillar-like eyebrows and black hair set down his beer mug and jerked his chin.

“What story? There are dozens of rumors circulating in Camelrun.”

A muscular middle-aged man with seaweed-like red hair spread loose furrowed his brow.

“Not those trivial rumors! I’m talking about Raon Zigheart!”

The black-haired man slammed his beer mug down forcefully. The moment he uttered my name, the tavern fell silent for a brief moment.

“Ah, you mean the one who captured Sageomma? I’ve heard about it, but I need proof to believe it….”

The red-haired man shook his head while popping a peanut into his mouth.

“Everyone knows that the usurper Raon Zigheart is strong, but Sageomma is different. He was an unbreakable wall for decades. You’re asking me to believe that a mere youngster not even thirty years old defeated him?”

He shook his head as if to dismiss the notion.

“I bet Sageomma will burst out soon and deny it all.”
“I understand why you’d think that. I thought similarly at first. However….”

The black-haired man leaned forward and shook his head.

“Evidence of it is surfacing, piece by piece.”
“Evidence?”
“Yes. Raon Zigheart, who returned to the family, was promoted from Organization Master to Full Master. A cold-blooded man like the Northern Destruction King would never reward a false achievement with such a promotion.”

He lowered his brows, asking if I didn’t know Glen’s character well.

“Well, that’s true….”

The red-haired man nodded.

“There’s more. The movements of Sablack, with Sageomma as its leader, have completely ceased. I heard they’re not even collecting taxes anymore.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Those who were gradually preparing external activities have completely locked their doors and won’t come out. There’s no reason for that unless the leader is dead.”
“Hmm….”

He blinked as if entranced by the black-haired middle-aged man’s words.

“The final reason is Sageomma and Sablack themselves.”
“Sageomma and Sablack?”
“Yes. Even among the Five Emperors Five Demons and the New Rising Powers, Sageomma and Sablack are extremely sensitive about rumors concerning them. If someone spreads false rumors, they often go directly and behead them. But….”

The black-haired middle-aged man took a bite of cold sausage and shook his head.

“They’re not responding to this at all. What do you think is the reason they remain silent while their reputation crumbles to the ends of the earth?”
“…Because it’s the truth?”
“Exactly! Because Sageomma was truly slain by Raon Zigheart, they can’t respond!”

He nodded, saying that it was certain Raon had cut down Sageomma.

“And I’ve also heard about the battle between Raon Zigheart and Sageomma.”
“H-how did you find out?”

The red-haired middle-aged man’s eyes widened.

“The items I procured this time came from Zigheart Territory. The rumors had already spread there.”

The black-haired middle-aged man smacked his lips slowly.

“What happened was….”

He was about to speak of Raon’s battle with Sageomma when his eyes shifted.

The tavern, which had been as loud as a marketplace, fell silent like a library, and every gaze in the room turned toward him.

“Ahem! My throat’s a bit parched.”

The black-haired middle-aged man cleared his throat and gently shook his empty beer mug.
As someone who loved gossip and rumors, he knew this was a golden opportunity to make a killing.

“Barkeep!”
“Two beers over here!”
“Give me two more!”
“And bring some snacks! Put it on my tab!”
“Here’s the money! Now start talking!”

The tavern’s drinkers ordered beer and snacks with their own coin just to hear the black-haired middle-aged man’s tale. Some even threw money directly at him.

“Ahem! Well then, let me begin again.”

The black-haired middle-aged man downed his freshly brought beer in one gulp and grinned wickedly.

“Yeah, we’re dying to know! Spit it out already!”

The red-haired middle-aged man’s curiosity had reached a fever pitch, and his leg bounced restlessly.

“The truth is, Sageomma sacrificed his own subordinates to strengthen his lost arm and his morale….”

So captivated were they by his words that not even the sound of an ant crawling would have been heard inside the tavern.

Yet this scene was unfolding not just in this tavern.

As Roen traveled south and shared the stories he had learned, they spread through people’s mouths, and tales of Raon naturally rippled across the entire Continent.

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[The entire Continent was astounded by the achievement you have accomplished.]
[All ability stats increase by 10 points.]
[The rank of the trait 【Flame That Overcomes Death】 increases.]
[The rank of the trait 【Blade That Cleaves Death】 increases.]
[The rank of the trait 【Deception Detection】 increases.]

‘What?’

Raon stopped mid-swing and opened his eyes blankly.

‘What is this?’

I had merely been training in the Training Ground when suddenly reward messages erupted before me.

-W-what is this!

Wrath, who had been taking a pleasant nap after eating pearl ice cream for dessert, jolted upright.

-Why did rewards suddenly burst forth!

Wrath trembled his jaw, unable to comprehend what was happening.

‘The Continent was astounded by the achievement I accomplished…’

I narrowed my eyes as I read the first message.

‘It seems like a reward I received because rumors of me capturing Sageomma spread across the entire Continent?’

In truth, even I still couldn’t quite believe it, so it wasn’t strange that the entire Continent was astonished. Of course, I never expected such a reward to come.

-Grraaaagh!

Wrath clutched his own head and let out a groan.

This blasted system! It seems like it only thinks about how to torment the True Demon King!

He shook his head, saying he was so frustrated he was going crazy.

“Hmm…”

I examined the reward briefly before grasping the Heavenly Sword once more and unfolding the swordsmanship of Cheonrae Technique.

-Huh?

Wrath furrowed his brow as he watched me.

-Are you not pleased?
‘I am pleased.’

There was no way I wouldn’t be delighted to have obtained such a reward for free.

‘But even with such rewards, ultimately I must grow stronger through my own efforts.’

While it was true that the system’s rewards made me stronger, it meant nothing if my own martial prowess remained stagnant.
To protect everyone in the battles ahead, I needed to cultivate the strength to stand against anyone from the New Rising Powers.

-You’re always flip-flopping between being pleased and displeased.

Wrath snorted while crossing his arms. His lips jutted out stubbornly, yet his eyes betrayed his delight.

‘That’s exactly right.’

Though I had defeated Sageomma, I was still far from sufficient. With no guarantee of victory against the other New Rising Powers, including Heegyukje, now was the time to focus on training.

Zzzzzing!

As I wielded the Cheonrae Technique’s lightning energy in my swordsmanship, the Training Ground door opened and Chad entered.

“Master of the Gwangpung Hall.”

Chad bowed to me, still unaccustomed to the unfamiliar title.

“Master Chad.”

I lowered the Heavenly Sword, through which lightning energy flowed, and nodded to Chad.

“What brings you here?”
“The Head of House has summoned you.”

Chad lifted his head from its bowed position. His eyes sank with a heavy, grave weight.

“It concerns the Black Tower.”

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