The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 938

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Chapter 938

“G-Grandfather…?”

I widened my eyes as I studied Glen Zigheart’s weathered gaze, my breath catching in my throat.

“What happened to you?”

Glen Zigheart was the most composed and rational person I knew. Even if he had been worried about Montiro’s severed communications, I never expected him to display such raw emotion.

The dizziness that had threatened to overwhelm me moments ago cleared, my shock momentarily cutting through the fog of exhaustion.

“Just seeing your condition tells me how perilous the battle here has been.”

Glen bit his lip slightly, tightening his arms around me.

“Thank you for enduring to the end, Raon.”

He thanked me again, his trembling hand gently patting my back.

“Grandfather…”

The gratitude in Glen’s words resonated so deeply in my chest that the word escaped my lips unbidden.

-Hey, has the old man finally lost his mind?

Wrath inhaled sharply, unable to comprehend Glen’s behavior.

‘It’s not senility—he’s simply overwhelmed by emotion.’

I had always known that Glen cared for me more than he did others.
Yet he had always maintained a cold demeanor in front of everyone, so I never expected him to reveal his affection so openly before them all.

‘It’s not just emotion—he appears deeply exhausted.’

Glen had been breathing heavily since his arrival, his eyes bearing the weight of sleepless nights.
A Transcendent shouldn’t have grown weary from mere travel, which meant he must have endured a fierce battle to reach this place.

‘What should I say… Grandfather seems a bit blurry to me.’

‘Is it because I’m exhausted?’

Glen Zigheart was radiating an aura far more magnificent than when he sat upon the Jade Throne of Zigheart, yet there was something hazy about him—like dawn mist scattering before the sun. The contradictory sensations felt simultaneously created confusion.

-No, you’re seeing it correctly.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, confirming that what I sensed was accurate.

‘What does that mean…?’

As I was about to question Wrath further, I heard the sound of earth collapsing, and people rushed toward the Fountain Square.

“H-Head of House?”
“How is the Head of House here?”
“Huh…?”

Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion widened their eyes as they watched Glen holding me.

“Come here as well.”

Glen lifted his head slightly and gestured to Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion.

“Pardon? Ah…”
“Us… too?”
“Yes!”

Burren Zigheart and Martha stood frozen in confusion, but Lunan Slion pushed off the ground without hesitation and stood beside me.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Glen gently embraced Lunan Slion as he had me.

“I’m fine…”

Lunan Slion said he was fine while patting Glen’s back in return.

“Huff!”
“Wh—?”

The moment Burren Zigheart and Martha saw Glen Zigheart embrace Lunan Slion, they shattered the ground beneath them and rushed toward him.

“Thank you all for overcoming such a grueling battle.”

Glen Zigheart embraced Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion all at once, nodding solemnly.

“Hmm….”

I let out a low murmur as I watched Glen Zigheart’s voice tremble slightly.

‘What could have happened to him?’

Expressing emotion not just to me, but to everyone like this—it was as though he had become a different person entirely.

“Raon. Can you tell me what battle took place here?”
“Of course. Since you’re already aware of the strategy, I’ll brief you on what happened afterward.”

I gave Glen Zigheart a brief report of the war with the Black Tower as he comforted the three squad leaders.

“Ah, Father?”

Just as I was finishing my account of the war, Karun emerged from the Healing Center after having his wounds treated.
Seeing Glen Zigheart holding Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion, he seemed bewildered and called out “Father” before “Head of House.”

“…What is the meaning of this?”
“Ah, well….”

Glen Zigheart let out a low murmur, realizing he had paid no mind to the eyes of those around him. He released his arms from the children and rose to his feet.

“How did you come here, and why are you embracing the children….”

Karun’s eyes trembled like a sailboat battered by waves, unable to believe what he had witnessed.

“You played a significant role. You’ve worked hard.”

Glen Zigheart walked slowly toward Karun and stood before him. He closed his eyes briefly as if deliberating, then opened them and gently embraced Karun.

“Father…?”

Karun trembled from head to toe, unable even to move his eyes. He was more flustered than when the Black Tower Master had burst through the ceiling.

‘Father is embracing me and offering praise?’

Though I had accumulated many achievements as Glen Zigheart’s son, this was the first time he had ever offered such praise.
Shock and astonishment descended simultaneously, leaving my mind reeling.

“Head of House.”

Raon called out to Glen Zigheart while gripping his throbbing temples.

“Communications across the entire Five Emperors have been severed. It must be Oma’s doing—we need to move immediately…”
“It’s fine.”

Glen Zigheart turned around and shook his head calmly.

“Owen came under attack, but the other locations are safe.”
“I see…”

Raon furrowed his brow as he observed Third Prince Greer watching from a distance. Just as he had anticipated, while they were striking the Dark Tower, Oma had attacked Owen.

“The one who attacked Owen was…?”
“Yes. Derus Robert.”

Glen Zigheart lowered his chin, indicating he had fought Derus Robert.

“He has grown considerably stronger. Among the leaders of the Five Emperors Five Demons, there are few who could stand against him.”

He furrowed his brow, noting that Derus Robert’s martial prowess ranked among the very highest of the Five Emperors Five Demons.

‘So that’s why he looked so exhausted.’

Now I could understand why Glen Zigheart had appeared so strained. He must have expended considerable stamina stopping Derus Robert at Owen and then flying here.

‘But he’s grown even stronger?’

Had he received the power of the Celestial Clan?

The time Derus Robert had been away was not long. Yet in that brief span, he had grown strong enough to earn Glen Zigheart’s acknowledgment—a fact I couldn’t comprehend.

“Um, then… what about our father…?”

The Third Prince Greer couldn’t contain himself and rushed forward, positioning himself before Glen Zigheart.

“He’s sustained injuries, but he’s unharmed. He was already a formidable man, so there’s no need for concern.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, assuring him that the King would recover sufficiently.

“Haa…”

The Third Prince collapsed where he stood, the tension draining from his body in an instant.

‘Thank goodness.’

I exhaled a breath of relief as I watched the Third Prince.

‘We cannot afford to lose even one more.’

To win the war against Oma, our forces could not diminish any further. Upon hearing that King Lecross had survived and that the other Five Emperors were safe, my turbulent mind finally began to settle.
Upon hearing that Lecross had survived and that the other members of the Five Emperors were safe, Dun’s wavering heart finally settled down a bit.

“Hmm, but that’s strange. Only Derus attacked Owen, yet left everything else untouched….”

Raon frowned as he recalled Derus Robert’s nauseating face.

“If they had moved upon hearing news of our surprise attack, we could have easily attacked the Magic Tower, Valcar, or the Beast Alliance as well.”

Of course, I had made other preparations as well, but if the White Blood Cult and Eden had attacked together, the entire Continent would have become a battlefield. The fact that they didn’t aim for that was suspicious.

“Without information, discerning his intentions is impossible. For now…?”
“Without information, it’s impossible to figure out his intentions. For now…”

Glen slowly shook his head and held Raon in his arms again.

“Pardon? But… ah.”
“Huh? But… oh.”

As he stroked my back, the fatigue that had accumulated over time crashed down like waves, draining the strength from my entire body.

A long, weary sigh escaped my lips.

Glen’s gentle touch summoned a warm drowsiness, reminiscent of childhood when I would fall asleep while practicing the Ring of Fire.

‘Not yet….’

For the first time in ages, I drifted into sleep beside Glen, just as I once had beside Sylvia, surrendering to slumber without resistance.

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The infirmary door creaked open.

Glen stepped into the cracked chamber and stood before a girl with an endearing expression, a lollipop tucked between her lips.

“Fortunate you’ve awakened.”
“Someone caused quite a commotion outside and woke me up. I suppose I have them to thank for that.”

Chamber bit down gently on her lollipop, her eyes narrowing with amusement.

“That cold-hearted man who never even smiled for his own family—what wind blew through him? Embracing children in front of everyone like that.”

She shook her head, clearly bewildered.

“Are you unharmed?”
“Thanks to Saint Olga of Shuper, all my external wounds have healed.”

Chamber nodded, remarking that Saint Olga had shown remarkable attention to treating her injuries.

“However, the condition of my Upper Dantian is not favorable.”

She tapped her forehead as she spoke of the danger.

“Upper Dantian….”

Glen Zigheart ran his fingers through Chamber’s hair, releasing a low groan. Even without examining her deeply, I could tell the impact to her mind had been severe.

“I’ll have to treat this wound myself. It’s going to take quite some time.”

Chamber exhaled a short sigh, lamenting that the recovery would be tedious.

“Still, don’t worry. You’ll definitely recover.”

She waved the hand holding the candy, assuring me that I could participate in the next war.

“Of course I believe you.”

Glen Zigheart nodded calmly.

“What? Why are you being so affectionate today?”

Chamber muttered that it was strange, rubbing her goosebump-covered arm.

“You asked earlier what wind blew through me to make me embrace the children, didn’t you?”

Glen Zigheart parted his lips as he observed Chamber’s narrowed eyes.

“I encountered Derus Robert before coming here.”
“What…?”

Chamber’s eyes widened as if she hadn’t heard that part.

“So he finally came! Where was he!”
“Owen. King Lecross was struck down.”
“D-don’t tell me he’s dead?”

At the mention of what had befallen King Lecross, she kicked off the blanket and sat up.

“He’s in far better condition than you are, so don’t worry. His external and internal injuries are severe, but his Dantian remains intact.”

Glen Zigheart told her to worry about herself instead, then laid Chamber back down on the bed.

“Sigh…”

Chamber exhaled a long breath of relief upon hearing that King Lecross was unharmed.

“Wait! So King Lecross was defeated by Derus Robert? This pathetic fool!”
“He was formidable.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head at the enraged Chamber.

“Even if you and King Lecross had attacked him together, it wouldn’t have been easy.”
“…To that extent?”
“Yes.”

He nodded firmly, as if affirming his conviction.

“Wait, did you use the Heart Sword again?”

Chamber’s eyes narrowed as she finally noticed the change in Glen Zigheart.

“Yes.”

Glen Zigheart exhaled sharply while gazing out the window.

“When communications with Montiro were severed and I received no news, Derus Robert told me that Raon and Karun were dead.”
“Hmm…”

Chamber clenched her teeth as she observed the dimness in Glen Zigheart’s eyes.

“You understand as well as I do that the Heart Sword is a martial art that transcends even the boundaries of transcendence. I could have killed Derus or the angel beside him. But when I heard that Raon and Karun were dead, I couldn’t bring myself to wield that blade to the end.”

Glen Zigheart’s weathered hands trembled as if he were still troubled by the decision.

“But thanks to that, I realized how precious Raon, Karun, and the children of my clan truly are to me. Isn’t it absurd? I only learned it now because of the enemy’s lies?”

He twisted his lips into a self-deprecating smile.

“Ascension is the dream and ideal of all martial artists. It was a path I yearned for even in my dreams, but now I don’t wish to leave. I want to remain on this land and watch Raon and the others grow.”

Glen Zigheart lowered his head heavily, saying he would be content to grow weaker if it meant staying on this continent.

“So that’s why you embraced Raon and the children in front of the plaza. Now I understand.”

Chamber smiled faintly as understanding dawned on her.

“You’ve aged considerably, haven’t you? In your youth, you disregarded even your own blood and brought storms of carnage, yet now you’ve become nothing but a doting grandfather in your twilight years.”
“Hmm, I have nothing to say to that….”

Glen Zigheart lowered his brows, as if regretting those youthful days.

“But I think you might actually live long enough to see Raon’s grandchildren.”

Chamber shook her head as if to dismiss his concerns.

“What do you mean by that?”
“When one ascends, they must shed all of humanity’s five desires and seven emotions, becoming something different from a person. But you’ve developed human feelings instead, so wouldn’t that change things?”

She waved her hand as if urging him to consider her words.

“Hmm….”
“And don’t just be this way for today—treat the children with such care from now on.”

Chamber smiled warmly, telling him not to change for just one day but to hold onto this heart forever.

“Children need consistent praise, after all.”

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“Ugh….”

Raon’s eyes opened with difficulty. Seeing the sea beyond the window, it appeared I was still in Montiro.

‘That’s probably for the best.’

Saint Olga’s medical skills and holy power were scarcely inferior to those of Pedrick, the Saint of Nenma.
With her remaining in Montiro, continuing treatment here would have been the better choice.

-You’ve finally awakened.

Wrath snorted derisively.

‘How long was I asleep?’
-Two days, I say.

He pointed toward the darkened window, his brow furrowing.

-To ascend to such a realm and then sleep for two whole days! The True Demon King’s meals have piled up to twelve, they have!
‘…Why twelve?’

I regarded Wrath with an expression of utter bewilderment.

-Three basic meals plus the True Demon King’s three snacks. Six meals a day is correct, is it not!
‘….’

He used to claim four meals a day, but now it was six. I was beginning to seriously doubt whether this was truly a Demon Lord or merely a voracious insect.

‘Still, I’m grateful.’

I chuckled softly as I watched Wrath cry out about his hunger.

-Grateful? What do you mean?
‘Every time we faced such perilous battles, you would descend or pour out your power and cough violently. But now you’re not doing that.’

I had survived countless encounters with transcendents and Demon Lords because Wrath intervened each time, yet he paid a terrible price—his soul bearing immense trauma from defying causality itself with his power.

But this time, Chamber and I fought to the bitter end and captured the Black Tower Master, and with the aid of Rust and Gluttony, we were able to push back Grid.
Seeing Wrath unscathed after such a monumental battle filled me with genuine relief.

-Uh, well….

Wrath let out a low groan, as if he hadn’t expected me to think of him that way.

-I, I am the True Demon King of the Demon Realm! There is no need for you to worry about me!

His face flushed crimson as he turned away sharply, insisting I shouldn’t concern myself with him. His tone was irritable, yet unmistakably tinged with embarrassment.

‘Yes, yes.’

I chuckled softly and gently tapped Wrath on the head.

‘Where are Rust and Gluttony right now?’
-Rust is….

Wrath’s entire body trembled as he gazed upward into the empty air.

-Even now, she’s transformed into mist and watching over you. I’m so terrified and bored I could actually die….

The creature sniffled without even looking up at the ceiling.

‘Ah, I see….’

I exhaled softly as I observed the Pink Aura Entity shimmering faintly in the empty space above. I could sense that Rust was watching over me even now.

-Gluttony is going around the village devouring all the food! If you don’t wake up soon, our supplies will run out completely!
‘So there was money after all.’

Gluttony had claimed her funds were depleted when she arrived, but it seemed she had come to help me, just as I’d anticipated. I continued to notice that the Celestial and Demon races differed greatly from the myths passed down across this Continent.
I continue to feel that the Celestial Race and the Demon Race differ greatly from the myths passed down through this Continent.

-You were worried until you lost consciousness, but now you’re fine?
‘Derus Robert? Of course I’m still concerned.’

I remained troubled about why Derus Robert had targeted Owen and why the other Oma hadn’t moved. He must have had some intention behind it.
If it’s that guy, he must have had some intention behind it.

But regardless of whether I understood his reasons or not, all I could do now was recover my body and grow stronger.

‘I need to become even stronger.’

As I clenched my fist with renewed determination to reach greater heights, the infirmary door opened and Olga entered, carrying bandages and medicine.

“You’re already awake? Your body isn’t made of steel, you know.”

Olga shook her head in amazement that I had risen after only two days, unlike Wrath.

“The wounds weren’t that severe anyway.”

I shook my head as I examined my bandaged body.

“Your physical wounds weren’t severe, but the psychological trauma was considerable. Your Upper Dantian was on the verge of collapse—not quite as badly as Chamber’s, but close.”

Olga furrowed her brow, wondering what on earth I had done.

“I just fought hard. How are things outside?”

I redirected the conversation and gestured toward Olga.

“Things are mostly settled. Owen’s knights left first, and the remaining forces are preparing to return after handing things over to the reinforcements. Now that you’re awake, Zigheart will depart as well.”

Olga shook her head, noting that she had been the last to regain consciousness.

“What about you?”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the darkened tattoos covering Olga’s arms and legs.

“We need to return as well. A king can’t leave the kingdom unattended for long, after all.”

Olga lowered her hand, saying she would stay a bit longer before returning.

“Send the king back, but come with me instead.”
“What? What do you mean….”
“Your constitution.”

I nodded calmly as I gazed at the black tattoos that now covered Olga’s arms and legs.

“I can fix it now.”

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