The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 940

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Chapter 940

Staff’s Rest, erected in the heart of Valcar Royal Capital.

The antiquated tea house, which had been open for over a century, bustled with mages adorned in robes of every conceivable hue and formal attire.

The mages, who ought to have been savoring the aroma of tea with elegant composure, were instead raising their voices like patrons in a common tavern, celebrating their victory in the war.

“I never thought the Black Tower would actually fall.”

A middle-aged mage in a crimson robe let out a hollow laugh.

“I can’t believe it either. Those parasitic wretches vanished in an instant….”

The Blonde Knight seated across from him nodded in agreement.

“If I’d known it would turn out like this, I should have found a way to join them.”

He smacked his lips with evident regret at having missed the campaign.

“Truth be told, I thought this expedition would fail….”

The middle-aged mage swept his finger across the rim of his teacup and shook his head.

“You thought it would fail?”

The Blonde Knight blinked in disbelief.

“Yes. I’ve actually seen the Black Tower Master.”

The middle-aged mage’s fingers trembled, and the tea within his cup sloshed over the rim.

“The Black Tower Master’s danger doesn’t stem solely from his strength. He never reveals his true form. He always conceals his power and ensures he has a path of retreat.”

He continued speaking with his brow furrowed.

“Chamber said she was confident in victory, but I believed this expedition would be successful merely if we drove the Black Tower back.”

The middle-aged mage furrowed his brow deeply, saying that not only he but the other mages shared the same thoughts.

“It’s true that the Black Tower Master has caused us damage many times while withdrawing without suffering any losses himself.”

The Blonde Knight nodded, understanding what he meant.

“A man like that would have prepared escape routes from the Black Tower. There would have been far more exits than a rabbit hole.”

The middle-aged mage chewed his lips, recalling the Black Tower Master’s cunning nature.

“That’s why I can believe the Black Tower collapsed, but I still can’t bring myself to believe the Black Tower Master is dead.”
“Hmm, so it’s a lie then?”

The Blonde Knight tapped the table lightly, narrowing his eyes.

“Perhaps a well-intentioned falsehood fabricated to reverse the war situation where we’re losing ground to Oma…”
“That’s absolutely not it.”

The middle-aged mage shook his head firmly.

“If it were discovered that the Black Tower Master is alive, we would lose the trust of the Neutral Factions entirely. Besides, Chamber would never lie about the Black Tower Master’s death.”

He drank his tea, saying that while he couldn’t quite believe it, the Black Tower Master’s death was certain.

“Then is it truly because of Raon Zigheart?”

The Blonde Knight leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“Chamber herself acknowledged it—that Raon Zigheart was the one who severed the Black Tower Master’s neck. We thought we merely finished things, but perhaps he actually played a significant role?”

He smacked his lips, thinking that possibility seemed closer to the truth.

“Well, in my opinion…”
“That’s not it!”

Before the middle-aged mage could answer, young mages from the table behind stood up so roughly they nearly shattered their chairs.

“It’s only because Chamber was considerate enough to help!”
“Even among transcendents, there exists a vast gap in power. How could Raon Zigheart possibly interfere in a battle between two absolutes!”
“The war needs a hero, so they’re elevating Raon Zigheart for that purpose.”
“It was Chamber who killed the Black Tower Master!”

The young mages spoke their convictions without hesitation, their faith in Chamber unwavering.

“Hmm….”
“That logic certainly holds merit.”
“No matter how much Raon Zigheart’s power has grown, it wouldn’t reach the Black Tower Master.”

The Blonde Knight and others in the tavern nodded in agreement with similar thoughts.

“Well, everyone has their own perspective.”

The middle-aged mage smiled faintly while observing the younger mages.

‘They’re young.’

Or perhaps I should say naive.

They couldn’t accept that Chamber, whom they revered above all else, had fallen and entrusted her final moment to Raon.

No—they simply didn’t want to believe it.

These young mages knew Chamber as little as their youth allowed. She would die before telling such lies. That’s why I had to enlighten them.

“Chamber is the greatest mage on the Continent, and her pride reaches the heavens. She may jest with casual falsehoods, but on matters of such importance, she would never bend, even in death.”

The middle-aged mage’s eyes remained steady as he surveyed those around him.

“The one who severed the Black Tower Master’s neck was undoubtedly Raon Zigheart. If Chamber’s account is true, he could not have won alone.”

He spoke with calm certainty, as if the rumors alone were proof enough.

“How could you possibly know that, Senior?”
“You didn’t witness it yourself.”
“You only interfered in Chamber’s battle with the Black Tower Master and stepped in at the very end!”
“Without Chamber, Raon Zigheart would have had his head torn off by a single gesture from the Black Tower Master!”

The young mages shook their heads vigorously without even looking, as if to say they had no idea how he could possibly know.

“There’s no reasoning with them….”
“That’s enough.”

As the middle-aged mage gave up and sighed, a woman in a violet robe rose from a table deeper inside the tea house.

“And who might you be…?”

The young mages, who had thought their words were getting through, widened their eyes at the sight of the woman in the violet robe.

“Wow, Your Highness?”
“Princess Jeina….”

With Jeina’s appearance, the previously chaotic tea house fell silent as if it had become a library.

“If you’re so curious, I’ll tell you myself.”

The man in the red robe sitting across from Jeina flicked his finger.

“Because I’m someone who’s been there.”

When he removed the hood covering his face, the sharp-featured face of a middle-aged man—Morel Kazan—was revealed.

“No… surely not….”
“Morel Kazan?”

The mages in the tea house alternated their gazes between Jeina and Morel Kazan, breathing heavily.

“Uh, well….”
“Why are Morel and Princess Jeina here….”

The mages trembled, unable to form their words properly.

“We returned early to report in Chamber’s stead. We were just going to have some tea and head to the Royal Castle, but it seems you won’t let that be.”

At Morel Kazan’s cold gaze, the young mages swallowed hard and stepped back.

“You asked if I saw it directly? Yes. I directly witnessed Raon Zigheart behead the Black Tower Master. Without Chamber, the Black Tower Master couldn’t have been captured? That’s true. But without Raon, Chamber wouldn’t have been able to kill the Black Tower Master either.”

He furrowed his brow, noting that Raon had been one of the principal figures in this war.

“I climbed the Dark Tower alongside him. I witnessed with my own eyes as he slew countless demons and demon-kind, including the Black King and Gareth, and ultimately severed the Black Tower Master’s head.”

Princess Jeina nodded, recalling the memory of ascending the Dark Tower in pursuit of Raon.

“I understand your desire to hold Chamber in higher regard. It must feel as though Raon has stolen credit and renown from her. But there’s no need to think that way. He is different from us.”

She found herself defending the very man she had despised, and strangely, it felt refreshing. It seemed that gratitude and affection had accumulated where hatred once dwelled.

“She speaks truth. Raon Zigheart possesses a different caliber. He is a martial artist destined to ascend far beyond the Five Emperors Five Demons who currently dominate the Continent—higher still.”

Morel Kazan waved his hand, affirming that Raon was indeed the one meant to rise above.

“A different caliber….”
“Higher than the Five Emperors Five Demons….”

The young mages swallowed hard, visibly shaken by Morel and Princess Jeina’s words.

“That is proven by the new epithet Raon Zigheart has earned—a title that only one can possess, unadorned by any qualifier.”

Morel Kazan gazed upon everyone in the Tea House, his lips curling upward.

“Sword Emperor.”

His shoulders trembled as though merely speaking the words sent shivers down his spine.

“Sword Emperor Raon Zigheart. A name that suits perfectly the swordsman who has cast down kings and ascended the path of sovereignty himself.”

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“Sword Emperor Raon Zigheart.”

Chamber smiled wryly, affixing the epithet “Sword Emperor” before her own name.

“Sword Emperor…?”

I widened my eyes as I heard Chamber’s words.

“M-Me? A Sword Emperor?”

Since I’d only just awakened, I hadn’t even considered that my epithet might have changed, let alone imagined it would be something like that.

“Originally, they were going to call you Sword King because of your age, but your previous epithet was Usurper, right? It felt awkward calling someone who’d toppled a king the Sword King, so they changed it to Sword Emperor instead.”

Chamber smiled pleasantly, as if the name wasn’t bad at all.

“When you think about it, the rank doesn’t even match. How many kings have you brought down? There’s the Demon King you defeated in a life-or-death duel, the Castle King in Shuper who was devoured by demons that you slew, and the Black King here that you killed.”
“Hmm…”
“Even the Black Tower Master, the emperor who commands the Black King, fell to your hand. Going straight to Sword Emperor is the right call.”

I nodded, acknowledging that whoever she was, she’d certainly given me a fitting name.

“Well, it does feel a bit burdensome…”

Raon lowered his gaze. Regardless of anything else, the title of “Emperor’s Sword” attached to the name of sword felt far too burdensome.

“There are sometimes weird people who give themselves their own nicknames, but most nicknames are given by the public. It depends on what that person does.”

Chamber clicked her tongue and bit the lollipop with her lips.

“Among them, there are titles of the highest rank. Like the Sword Emperor, the Heavenly King, and the Overlord, the Sword Emperor is a name that only the greatest warrior standing at the very top can receive.”

She raised her finger upward, saying that she had received recognition from everyone.

“Your Grandfather was called the Northern Destruction King and the Northern Defeat King because of the great deeds he accomplished in the Northern Region, but in the end, there’s only one name he goes by now.”

Chamber stared intently at Raon and parted her lips.

“The Sword God. An existence standing at the highest place on this Continent. No one can reach it unless they are the Heavenly Demon.”

She laughed, saying it was a name that gave her chills just to say it aloud.

“Then does that mean I received this name because of Grandfather’s reputation as well…?”
“No, it has nothing to do with that man. You earned that name through your own accomplishments and your future.”

Chamber raised her small hand and placed it over her left chest.

“You obtained this name by severing the Black Tower Master’s neck, so cherish it well and never lose it.”

She nodded, urging me to continue living up to the name Sword Master in all my future deeds.

“Hmm…”

I scratched the back of my head and looked away.

“Sword Master Raon Zigheart? It suits you perfectly.”

Burren nodded, saying that the master of Gale Wind Hall should at least be worthy of such a title.

“Speaking of which, my epithet changed too. Since I became a Grand Master, they’re calling me the Heavenly Star now.”

He nodded, clearly pleased with his new epithet.

“The handsome Sword Master Raon.”

Lunan gave a thumbs up in approval.

“Lunan’s new epithet is the Full Moon Fairy—the fairy of the moon who saves lives, they say.”

Burren chuckled as he explained Lunan’s new epithet. It seemed like a fitting title, earned through always moving in the direction of saving others.

“What about you?”

I turned to look at Martha. Since she had also reached the rank of Grand Master, I expected her epithet had changed as well.

“Ugh…”

Martha didn’t answer immediately, grinding her teeth with her shoulders raised.

“Hm?”
“Rakshasa…”
“What? Swamp maiden? What kind of epithet is that…?”
“It’s Rakshasa Woman, period! Ugh, dammit! Why do I keep getting stuck as Rakshasa Woman?! If I’ve reached Grand Master, couldn’t you change it for me?!”

She bit down on the iron plate where the bandages lay, unable to comprehend the situation.

“Well, that epithet is the most fitting one to describe her fighting style…”

Burren Zigheart lowered his gaze slightly, explaining that her epithet remained unchanged.

“Rakshasa Woman for life.”

Lunan Slion drew a thin smile, clearly delighted that Martha’s epithet stayed the same.

“Shut up, you bitch! Because of you, I’m not even Rakshasa Sword—I’m Rakshasa Woman!”

Martha snarled and lunged forward, while Lunan Slion fled with his tongue sticking out.

“Sigh…”

I shook my head as I watched Lunan Slion and Martha bolt from the Infirmary.

“My apologies. They’re still at that age…”
“No, that’s the right age for it.”

Chamber smiled faintly, as if recalling her own youth.

“Oh, and…”

She lowered her hand and placed it on Lencia’s shoulder.

“Would it be alright if I took this girl you saved with me?”

Chamber tilted her head carefully, as if asking whether she would be alright.

“What do you mean by taking me with you?”
“Lencia seems to have quite a talent for magic. I think it might be because she became the core of the Barrier 【Lantern that Awakens Darkness】 that I created, but it looks like she had considerable talent even before that.”

She smacked her lips, sensing talent in Lencia that rivaled her own.

“Really?”
“Yes. It’s a bit late, but unlike swordsmen, mages don’t necessarily need to start from childhood.”

Chamber nodded, affirming that Lencia would become an excellent mage.

“But why are you telling me this?”

I tilted my head, glancing between Chamber and Lencia.

“She’s the child you saved, and this one needs your permission first.”

Chamber stroked Lencia’s head, remarking that unlike others, she had a good personality.
With their heights so similar, it looked like she was petting a friend.

“I see.”

I smiled faintly at Chamber.

‘She truly is different.’

Someone of Chamber’s station could simply take Lencia along, and refusal would be impossible.
Yet she had considered my wishes and Lencia’s first. As always, she was someone who never let status cloud her judgment.

“Lencia, what do you think?”

I met her eyes and gave a small nod of encouragement.

“Well, I…”

Lencia lowered her gaze slightly and smacked her lips.

“I hope my younger siblings will be happy.”

Even when her own future hung in the balance, she thought of her siblings first.

“Don’t worry about that. Your role in this was significant, so I intend to repay you far beyond measure. In monetary terms, enough that you and your siblings could live comfortably for the rest of your lives.”
“Ah…”
“So now, choose what you truly wish for.”

For the first time, I told her to make a choice thinking only of herself.

“I…”

Lencia slowly turned her gaze toward Chamber.

“I want to learn magic!”

She bit her lip, wanting to follow him, but saying she wanted to become stronger by learning magic.

“Then it’s decided.”

I withdrew my hand from Lencia’s shoulder.

“Please take good care of her.”
“Of course. I’ll look after her even better than I do my own wounds.”

Chamber smiled with refreshing confidence, as if to say there was nothing to worry about.

“You don’t need to go that far.”

I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

“Thank you. I’m truly grateful, Raon.”

Lencia wept as she smiled—not the false smile she’d worn as a guide, but tears and laughter that flowed from the depths of her heart.

Perhaps, ever since I learned of her circumstances, I had fought to the very end simply to witness that smile, that laughter.

“Because you know suffering, you’ll become a far greater mage than anyone else.”

I gently stroked Lencia’s head and smiled at her.

Even watching the Black Tower crumble and seeing the Black Tower Master fall, I hadn’t felt a sense of victory—but seeing the child’s smile, I finally realized the war had ended. All strength drained from my body.

-It’s not over yet!

Wrath gritted his teeth and rose to his feet.

-The True Demon King hasn’t eaten!
‘It’s all done. I should get some sleep….’
-I’m telling you it’s not!

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Four days later.

A small festival was held in Montiro to commemorate the victory in the war against the Black Tower.

Thanks to the supplies gathered from across the Continent, the festival was far grander and more magnificent than any previously held in Montiro.

“This is pretty good.”

I popped a skewer of grilled chicken with fresh scallions into my mouth and nodded in satisfaction.

-Hmm, it’s not bad, but the True Demon King prefers soy sauce to salt.

Wrath waved his round hand, indicating he preferred the richer sauce.

‘Should I get more salt-seasoned skewers then?’
-No, something else appeals to me this time. First….

Just as he was about to choose what he wanted to eat next.

Whoooosh!

A pale blur streaked past the street vendor’s stall, and all the food there vanished in an instant, leaving behind only a single gold coin.

-That, that bastard!

Wrath’s jaw trembled.

-That gluttonous bastard is devouring everything!

He shouted at me to hurry and grab the food.

‘Understood, understood.’

I chuckled and rose to my feet.

‘So what do you want to eat?’
-The grilled small intestines roasting so deliciously over that brazier….

The moment Wrath mentioned the small intestines, there was a whoosh, and all the grilled intestines vanished in an instant.

‘Looks like someone took them.’
-Th-then the wood-fired pizza over there….

The instant I mentioned the wood-fired pizza, two perfectly baked pizzas disappeared in a flash. All that remained on the Sales Counter was, predictably, a single gold coin.

“Oh! The Golden God has arrived!”
“Over here too! Please come this way!”
“Our meat is the most delicious!”

Even though prices were inflated during the Festival, leaving behind a gold coin was an extravagant gesture, so the merchants were delighted despite their food vanishing all at once.

‘Heh….’

I laughed awkwardly and waved my hand.

‘Gluttony must have been really hungry.’
-Ugh, then let’s skip the rest and go straight to dessert! Pearl Ice Cream!

Whether seeking revenge on Gluttony or not, Wrath abandoned the food and pulled my hand toward the dessert, insisting we go immediately.

‘True. There should be ice cream.’

I nodded and headed toward the Pearl Ice Cream Shop.

But it seemed I was already too late—the Restaurant Manager was alone, cleaning the floor.

“Are you closing up already?”

I approached the Restaurant Manager, who was about to lock the shop door, and asked.

“Ah, before the Festival began, a small Girl came in and said she’d buy all the ice cream. Of course, I accepted thinking she’d give up halfway through eating, but she actually finished it all and left.”

The Restaurant Manager wiped the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, saying he couldn’t believe what his own eyes had witnessed.

-That… that fiend…!

Wrath clutched his head and shook it.

-That gluttonous bastard! She devoured the ice cream first, then moved on to other places!

He shook his head, certain this was Gluttony’s doing.

-I… I’ve been deceived! I’ve grown too accustomed to the Human Realm’s custom of eating a meal and then having dessert!

Wrath gnashed his teeth in frustration.

-Right now! Summon the True Demon King at once! If I don’t kill that gluttonous wretch, I won’t be able to contain myself!

He shook his fists up and down, unable to hold back any longer.
I had planned to buy everything he wanted to eat today, so I was equally flustered by this turn of events.

‘Just bear with it for now.’

As I tried to move to buy him something else instead, Karun approached me.

“Your body seems fully recovered.”

Karun, also fully healed, lowered his gaze while wearing his usual crisp uniform.

“Yes, thanks to you.”

I smiled faintly and nodded. In this war, Karun had handled the battles below, allowing me to focus entirely on my fight with the Black Tower Master without worry.
Though it was my first time fighting alongside him, our coordination felt as comfortable as if we’d trained together for years.

“Now I understand what kind of warrior you truly are.”

Karun nodded, gazing into Raon’s eyes—irises that mirrored his own color.

“In the war against the Black Tower, you were the one who most embodied the Zigheart name. You’ve done well.”

He spoke words of acknowledgment for the first time, then turned away.

“Then.”

Karun had nothing more to say, and he vanished without hesitation into the throng of the Festival.

“….”

I watched Karun’s departing figure, now unburdened and light, and let out a soft chuckle.

‘So people do change.’

Some say people never change, but from what I’ve seen, there are those who transform and those who remain constant.

‘I need to change more as well.’
-Change? What change! You’ve been a lunatic since the moment I first laid eyes on you!

Wrath shook his head, insisting he had never changed.

‘Not that—my power. I need to grow stronger.’

Next time, I wanted to face the leaders of the Five Emperors Five Demons with my own strength.
I was still far from that goal, but one day it would surely become possible.

-Hmph. You’re still a long way off!
‘I know. But seeing this might bring me a little closer.’
-See what! Even if you looked a thousand times… Wait?

I ignored Wrath’s muttering and summoned the message window.

-Hold on… Cough!

A torrent of message windows erupted all at once, and Wrath was sent flying like he’d been struck by a carriage.

‘Hm?’

I widened my eyes as I gazed at the end of the message, paying no mind to Wrath’s flight through the air.

‘It appeared here too?’

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