The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 903

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Chapter 903

“The person accompanying me on this mission…”

I swallowed hard as I met Karun’s cold, piercing gaze.

“You mean the Organization Master?”

I had anticipated that Glen would send a formidable force, but I never imagined it would be Karun himself.

‘I thought it would be the Gonggeom Unit or the Jeongeom Unit.’

I had been preparing greetings for Serena, the Gonggeom Unit Master, or Latein, the Jeongeom Unit Master, when Karun suddenly appeared and my heart nearly stopped.

‘Is Father really going himself?’

Burren Zigheart, apparently unaware of this development, approached Karun with wide eyes.

“Yes.”

Karun nodded calmly.

“The Head of House assigned this mission to me directly.”

He placed his hand on his sword hilt as he spoke of the task Glen had entrusted to him.

“To undertake a mission alongside Father! What an honor!”

Burren Zigheart clenched his fists, visibly thrilled at the prospect of going on a mission with his father.

“Burren Zigheart.”

Karun’s eyes narrowed as he regarded his flushed son.

“Here, I am not your father—I am the Organization Master. Keep your mind sharp.”
“I-I apologize….”

Burren Zigheart realized his mistake and immediately lowered his head.

“That’s all that matters.”

Karun turned his gaze away coldly, as if satisfied that his advice had been accepted.

-Sigh…

Wrath shook his head as he observed Karun and Burren Zigheart.

-Why is everyone in this family the same? The grandfather, the father, and now him?

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, muttering that they all concealed their true feelings.

“The Head of House himself…”

I glanced back at the Patriarch’s Hall and smacked my lips briefly.

‘He’s more concerned than I expected.’

Glen Zigheart had summoned the high-ranking mages from Chamber and Valcar, and even called for Karun. It seemed he was determined to ensure that no one would be sacrificed in this mission.

“You’ve brought quite interesting news, Master of Gwangpung Hall.”

Karun’s sharp eyes narrowed further. It seemed he was about to interrogate me for not telling him about the Black Tower.

“That was…”
“Well done.”

However, contrary to my expectations, he nodded in approval, saying I had done well.

“Cherishing your family and maintaining confidentiality are two entirely different matters. Since we cannot be certain there are no traitors within the Zigheart clan, it’s best not to speak of important matters in front of everyone.”

Karun covered his own lips with his index finger, instructing me to continue hiding secrets in the future.

“…Thank you.”

I accepted Karun’s praise with wide eyes. I never expected him to say such a thing, and my head spun slightly from the surprise.

“So you’re all prepared then?”
“Time was tight, but the training is complete. I’ve also drafted a rough plan.”

Karun nodded calmly, as if telling me not to worry.

“A plan….”
“You don’t need to worry. I understand that Gale Wind Hall is the center of this mission.”

He lowered his hand, saying he wouldn’t step forward unless something special came up.

‘That’s unexpected.’

I furrowed my brows slightly as I looked at Karun.

‘I thought he’d definitely take the lead himself….’

I had assumed Karun would step forward and lead this mission himself, so I was surprised that he was entrusting it to me and stepping back.

“Gale Wind Hall hasn’t completed its organization yet. How do you plan to move?”

Karun tilted his chin to the left, as if curious about that point.

“As you mentioned, since personnel organization isn’t finished, I plan to divide and move as we have been—with the Gwangpung Corps and the Iron Formation.”

I would coordinate the Gwangpung Corps, and Trevin would command the Iron Formation. For now, that seemed like the best approach.

“That certainly sounds good.”

Karun nodded without objection.

“You’ve prepared well in such a short time. However….”

He narrowed his eyes as he swept his gaze over me and the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen.

“Being late on time is not good.”
“Time…?”

I shook my head while looking up at the sky.

“I wouldn’t say we’re particularly late.”

Time had slipped away while conversing with Karun, but when I first arrived at the Main Gate, it was five minutes before the appointed time.

“Ten minutes.”

Karun held up his hand, spreading all ten fingers wide before my eyes.

“The proper etiquette is to arrive ten minutes before the scheduled time.”

He said this was a matter of courtesy, his nose wrinkling slightly.

“Arriving early is certainly a good habit, but I believe arriving just five minutes early, as I have, is sufficient. Or rather, I think as long as we don’t arrive late, that should be enough.”

After all, this was merely a meeting time, not a mission that required immediate combat, so arriving on time was all that mattered.

“No. One must arrive ten minutes early and prepare accordingly.”
“If we prepare in advance before departing, there’s no need to arrive ten minutes early and wait.”
“….”
“….”

Raon and Karun stood with their mouths firmly shut, glaring at each other with their crimson eyes.

“If you grow complacent like that, when an unexpected situation arises, you’ll end up arriving late against your wishes.”
“As I mentioned, we completed our preparations at the 5th Training Ground beforehand and arrived here. We’ve already accounted for unforeseen circumstances.”
“Even so, arriving earlier is….”
“Unless it’s a mission that starts immediately….”

The two of them, well past the departure time, began an odd quarrel, each pulling out their own philosophy on the matter.

‘Those two….’

Chief Steward Iliun, who had paused while opening the Main Gate, furrowed his brows deeply.

‘Why are they causing a scene here?’

He shook his head as he watched the staring contest between Raon and Karun.

‘Why did they assign two people who don’t get along at all to the same mission!’

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Crackle, crackle.

I sat before the gently flickering campfire, savoring spoonfuls of the evening’s meat stew. The savory chicken and tender broth mingled in a delightful harmony, creating a small pocket of satisfaction in my mouth.

-Ahhh…

Wrath released a deep sigh, cradling his head in his hands.

-Sometimes, this kind of outdoor cooking is wonderful! You can taste the essence of nature itself!

He grinned widely, as if this were true happiness.

‘Then shall we just keep eating this forever?’

I took another spoonful of stew and shrugged my shoulders.

-Sometimes! I said sometimes, you spiteful wretch!

Wrath ground his teeth, insisting that he only wanted this occasionally when he grew tired of home-cooked meals—not every single day.

‘Is that so?’

I chuckled softly and reached for the bread that had come with the stew.

-Wait, hold on! That bread is…
‘Mm.’

I ignored Wrath’s warning gesture and bit into the bread. It was freshly baked, its tender crumb dissolving delicately on my tongue.

-Ohhh…

Only then did Wrath lower his round hands and release a relieved sigh.

‘Why?’
-I thought you were Nadin Ppang.

He sighed, saying he had aged ten years.

‘Why? Are you disappointed?’
-Disappointed? I was terrified!
‘Then there’s no need to worry. There won’t be any eating on this mission.’

If a large group suddenly vanished after crossing through a dimensional gate near Montiro, the Black Tower would certainly grow suspicious. So we were walking from the Central Continent instead. Since the distance was considerable, there was no need to cover our tracks yet.

‘Should I raise the rank of Deception Detection while eating?’

I activated my newly acquired trait, Deception Detection. A cool energy blooming from within my chest harmonized with my aura and extended outward.

‘What? There’s deception in this area too?’

I sensed an extremely faint deception scattered throughout the surroundings, though there were no monsters or demons present.

-Of course there is.

Wrath snorted as if exasperated.

-Deception, blood energy, and demonic energy are all forces that compose the world. Unlike mana, they don’t spread across the entire Continent, but as long as humans exist, traces of these negative energies scatter everywhere in minute quantities.

He shook his head, saying it would be stranger if those negative forces weren’t present where humans existed.

‘I see. I didn’t know that.’

I slowly lowered my hand, sensing particles of deception smaller than dewdrops.

Tap.

While I sensed deception with my eyes closed, Karun finished eating first, washed his own plate, and handed it to the duty officer.

‘Huh?’

I exhaled softly as I watched Karun drinking tea for dessert.

‘He’s washing the dishes himself?’
-Even the True Demon King was surprised. I thought Eye-Dad would just toss them aside carelessly….

Wrath nodded, as if he shared the same thought as me.

“Does the Master personally wash the dishes as well?”

Raon blinked as he looked at Karun sitting across from him.

“Doing what one is capable of with one’s own hands—that is the natural bearing a Zigheart swordsman must possess.”

Karun tilted his chin as if the question itself was strange.

“Has the Master of Gwangpung Hall been foisting his duties onto others?”

His eyes narrowed slightly with disappointment.

“I….”
“No, that’s not it!”

Before Raon could speak, Burren Zigheart interjected from beside him.

“Raon has participated not only in cleaning up after meals, but also in setting up tents and standing night watch continuously.”

Burren Zigheart shook his head, noting that Raon had set many examples as the leader of the corps.

“Right. He was so active that we barely had anything left to do.”

Martha interjected with exasperation, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah. He’d bustle about….”

Lunan Slion raised his hand, amused by the sight of that figure moving about.

“I see. My apologies for the misunderstanding.”

Karun bowed his head slightly, acknowledging his mistake. I wasn’t sure whether this was his nature from the beginning or if he had changed, but either way, it was remarkable how quickly he apologized.

“Then shall we discuss the mission now?”

Karun tilted his chin as he observed Raon across the flickering campfire.

“The Head of House mentioned the general situation, but I’d like to hear the detailed circumstances from someone who experienced it firsthand.”

He straightened his posture, asking me to explain everything from my conversation with Sageomma until now.

“We’re curious too.”
“Right! We only heard it was a Black Tower reconnaissance mission!”
“I want to know….”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, Lunan, and the other swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall nodded in agreement, their curiosity evident.

“Understood. Then….”

I sealed the chamber with a barrier to prevent sound from escaping, then recounted everything to them—from learning about the Black Tower from Sageomma to Chamber’s arrival.

“So that’s how it was. Now I understand why the Head of House praised you so highly.”

Karun assured me that obtaining information about the Black Tower was no mere coincidence, offering his encouragement.

“What’s your plan moving forward?”
“I intend to infiltrate Montiro with small groups of people in succession and search each district.”
“Small groups?”
“Yes. This is the season when the Southern Region attracts many tourists. We’ll divide our personnel into the guises of families, couples, and friends, then systematically search buildings, objects, and people to find the thread connecting Montiro to the Black Tower.”

I laid out the plan I had been contemplating, my hands clasped before me.

“A textbook approach. Neither particularly good nor bad. However, given our current lack of information, it’s likely the best we can do.”

Karun nodded, as if acknowledging there was no better alternative at present.

“But there’s a problem.”
“I think I know what it is.”

I lowered my gaze, demonstrating my understanding.

“The Black Tower’s detection, correct?”
“Precisely. If the Black Tower is truly hidden in Montiro, there will certainly be barriers or magical creatures concealed in the vicinity to sense human aura and disposition.”

Karun nodded and continued speaking.

“We can evade that Barrier and the demonic beasts, but others will likely be caught. If several Master-class warriors suddenly infiltrate disguised as tourists, mercenaries, or adventurers, it will certainly become dangerous.”

He narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the Gwangpung Corps.

“There might even be an artifact capable of detecting only the strong, like you, me, and the Cheoljeon Unit Master. If we don’t resolve that aspect, exploration itself will be impossible.”

Karun probed the gaps in the plan with a cold tone.

“I’m aware of that, so I’ve made preparations in advance.”
“Preparations?”
“Yes. I don’t have them now, but at the rendezvous point….”
“Ah, so that’s how it will be?”

Karun nodded calmly, as if he understood even though Raon hadn’t spoken.

“Hah….”

Burren exhaled softly as he watched Raon and Karun continue their conversation smoothly, as if they had been in perfect harmony for a long time.

‘What is this? Why do Father and Raon get along so well?’

Who put those two together?

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A golden beach that seemed to melt the sunlight itself.

“Hmm.”

A well-built, dark-haired middle-aged man collapsed onto the sand beach.

‘Heh, this isn’t easy at all.’

Roen, disguised as a newly rich man, rubbed his shoulders and let out a hollow laugh.

‘I’ve visited every suspicious location, but nothing has turned up.’

After spending a month in Montiro with five different disguises, I couldn’t even find people committing evil acts, let alone members of the Black Tower. At best, there were only those who drank at night and caused trouble.

‘There’s no trace of demonic or dark energy either.’

No matter how well hidden, I shouldn’t have missed the negative aura of demonic and dark energy. Yet during my stay in Montiro, I hadn’t even glimpsed a trace of that filthy energy.

‘Is the Black Tower really in this place?’

It wasn’t that I distrusted Raon. I trusted him second only to Glen, but coming here in person, this didn’t seem like a place where the Black Tower would exist.

‘If anything, it’s a place that puts my mind at ease.’

Perhaps because it was located in the corner of the Southern Region, the city’s people were kind, and the tourists were quiet and gentle. It was literally peaceful, yet it seemed like the finest place on the Continent to enjoy a lavish vacation.

‘Sigh…’

I should visit the underground Gambling House in the evening.

Since I hadn’t visited the underground Gambling House yet, I decided to stop by there now while I was disguised as a wealthy man.

“Hmm?”

As Roen clicked his tongue briefly and tried to rise from the Beach, a massive wave surged up from the Sea.

Crash!

Behind the towering wave that seemed to blot out the sun, a gigantic tentacle covered in red suckers burst forth. A Kraken—a creature that ranked among the highest of maritime monsters. However, it had only seven tentacles instead of eight.

“Ahhhhh!”
“A, a Kraken!”
“Run, get out quickly!”

The tourists who had been swimming or surfing panicked at the sudden appearance of the Kraken and swam toward the Beach, but the current pulled them back toward the Sea instead, and they couldn’t escape.

“Hmm…”

Roen furrowed his brow as he watched the Kraken attempting to devour the people. He wanted to help, but his position prevented him from acting.

“Ah, that beast has returned again.”

As he clicked his tongue in regret, a slightly fractured voice echoed from his left.

“Should I take two legs today?”

Unlike the old man, a white-haired youth brimming with vitality nodded his chin while resting a greatsword across his shoulder. He smirked, then rushed forward with a gust of white wind, cleanly severing the Kraken’s leg as it lunged toward the people.

Screeeech!

The moment its leg was severed, the Kraken shrieked and retreated backward.

“Where do you think you’re going! Hand over two today!”

The white-haired youth treaded across the sea as if it were solid ground, severing another leg from the fleeing Kraken.

Kyaaaaaaah!

The Kraken wailed miserably and plunged rapidly into the depths of the sea to escape.

“We won’t need to worry about octopus dishes for a while.”

The white-haired youth, possessing not only exceptional swordsmanship but also tremendous strength, dragged the Kraken’s massive leg across his shoulder to the beach.

Woooooah!
Kallop! Kallop! Kallop!

The tourists and residents of Montiro erupted in cheers, chanting the white-haired youth’s name.

“I’ll host an octopus party tonight. Everyone should participate.”

Kallop, the white-haired youth, flashed a refreshing smile as he promised to serve them Kraken leg dishes that gourmands praised to the heavens.

“….”

Roen narrowed his eyes as he observed Kallop’s greatsword and his well-trained physique.

‘He’s quite strong.’

Even without fully unleashing his power, the aura Kallop emanated pressed heavily against my skin. If he were to display his true abilities, he wouldn’t fall short against the squad leaders of the Gwangpung Corps.

‘So there are four youths like him.’

Montiro was located in a remote corner of the Southern Region, blessed with beautiful scenery, but monster invasions were frequent. Four military forces existed to hold back those monsters, and Kallop was one of their commanders.

It was strange that someone so young possessed such martial prowess yet remained here instead of venturing out to the Continent. I’d even conducted a background investigation, but nothing of note surfaced. The aura he wielded wasn’t something murky like demonic or magical energy—it was pure, condensed mana.

‘Heh, this grows more puzzling by the moment.’

As Roen sighed and shook his head, the sound of small footsteps echoed from behind him.

“Mister!”

A child who appeared to be around twelve years old called out to him with a cheerful laugh. He was a young tour guide, the kind always found in tourist destinations like this.

“It’s time for a meal!”
“Has it come to that already?”

Roen glanced up at the sun blazing brightly overhead, announcing the noon hour, then nodded.

“Right. Perin. Where did you say you’d take me today?”
“There’s a place that makes the most amazing chili crab!”

The young guide named Perin smacked his lips, raving about how delicious the sauce was. Though I’d already been there three times, I pretended ignorance and nodded along.

“Then let’s head there.”

Roen smiled faintly and ruffled Perin’s hair.

“Hey, old man, come back here this evening. I’ll treat you to something far more delicious than that chili crab.”

Kallop, having overheard the conversation with the child, gestured for him to return to the beach that evening.

“Kraken cuisine… Even if it’s expensive, I absolutely must attend.”

Roen acknowledged with a nod.

“Hmph. I don’t need money.”

Kallop waved his hand dismissively, telling me to come alone, and departed from the beach.

“Kallop is an excellent cook, but he absolutely refuses payment! I’d say he actually dislikes money?”

Perin gazed at Kallop’s retreating figure with admiration, chuckling softly.

“Dislikes money, you say….”

Roen nodded as if he understood perfectly.

“Ah, we should go! We’ll be late for our reservation!”

Perin rushed forward, warning that someone else would take our spot if we didn’t leave immediately.

“Take your time.”

Roen gestured for him to slow down and followed after Perin, unaware of the dark ripples swirling in the eyes of Kallop and Perin ahead of him, a faint smile playing across his lips.

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