The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 942

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Chapter 942

“Hmm….”

I turned my gaze toward Karun, who stood beside me.

“I think it would be best if the Master of Gale Wind Hall explained. You’re the only one who can recount this entire war from beginning to end.”

Karun crossed his arms and stepped back, as if to say he wouldn’t take the spotlight. Since this was an official occasion, it seemed he was being referred to respectfully as the Master of Gale Wind Hall. He truly was an upright person.
It seemed he was referring to himself as the master of Gwangpung Hall in a formal setting, elevating his status. He was indeed a straightforward person.

“That’s right. Our lord was at the center of all the plans.”

Burren nodded his head emphatically, agreeing with what Karun had said.

“It’s not just a plan. You participated in every fight. From inside the dimension, the climb up the Dark Tower, and even the grueling battle with the Black Tower Master that happened after.”

Martha raised her clenched fist, urging him to hurry up and tell her about his exploits.

“Today’s a great day, so anything’s fine with me.”

Lunan Slion held up his thumb, saying that since he was handsome, he could do anything. It seemed like this guy lately thought being handsome was a cure-all.

“Mm.”

Raon moistened his dry lips and stepped forward.

“Our son!”
“Young Master!”
“Young Master!”

Sylvia, Edgar, and Sia, along with the handmaidens, waved their hands so vigorously that their arms nearly fell off. Even without knowing the details, it seemed they knew that he had cut off the Black Tower Master’s neck.

“Cousin! I knew you could do it!”
“Joka! I believed in you!”

Aris Zigheart and Valdemar, who were on the opposite side of Sylvia, were also smiling brightly and clapping.

“….”

Denier was laughing beside him too, but how should I describe it? His smile was vivid, yet it felt distinctly different in texture from everyone else’s.

-What are you doing! Get your head on straight and finish quickly!

Wrath struck my shoulder, urging me to explain faster.

-The True Demon King is hungry! I want to eat that home-cooked meal you bragged about to Gluttony!

He bit my cheek and tugged at it, insisting we wrap this up and leave.

“Then I’ll explain from the beginning. We arrived in Montiro and….”

I stepped forward while being bitten by Wrath. I recounted everything that had happened while receiving the gaze of everyone in the Training Ground.

“…Thanks to Chamber using her ultimate technique at the end, an opening appeared in the Black Tower Master’s defense, and I was able to sever his neck.”

Since only an extremely small number of people had ever seen the Demon Lords, I only revealed the part about killing the Black Tower Master before stepping back.

“So it’s really true that you severed the Black Tower Master’s neck….”

Valdemar lowered his hand and crumpled the railing.

“That’s my nephew for you! Everyone look! That’s my nephew!”

He let out an excited shriek loud enough to burst everyone’s eardrums.

“Will you shut up?”

Aris Zigheart covered her ears and smacked the back of Valdemar’s head with her palm.

“I’m the only one who gets to call Raon my nephew!”

She gnashed her teeth, threatening to kill him if that filthy mouth of his said “nephew” one more time.

“Th-then what should I call him….”
“Call him the Master of Gwangpung Hall!”

Aris lifted her chin, gesturing for me to handle it myself.

“Master of Gale Wind Hall! I believed in you!”

Valdemar followed Aris’s words and called me Master of Gale Wind Hall. He seemed to possess not a shred of pride.

“You fought such a grueling battle again….”

Sylvia’s eyes reddened as she read the desperation of the situation from my brief explanation.

“Thank you, Karun….”

Edgar bowed his head to Karun, sensing how instrumental his aid had been in this war.

“That’s my brother for you! Well done!”

Sia called out “brother” as if following Valdemar’s lead and waved her hand at me. With so many people cheering my name, she seemed to be in good spirits.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat and rose as the spectators’ admiration and cheers for me began to turn into conversation.

“This war was the only path that could shatter the balance of the Five Emperors Five Demons.”

He nodded heavily while looking at me and Karun.

“The Black Tower Master mounted fierce resistance, even creating a Gate to Demon Realm, but the Master of Gale Wind Hall pursued him relentlessly and severed his head. If the Grand Mage of the Ethereal Kingdom had fallen instead, we would have been forced to hide in the shadows to escape their persecution.”

Glen gazed at me with warm eyes.

“This war will be remembered in history, and the name Raon Zigheart will be etched at its center.”

He nodded, saying it was inevitable regardless of my wishes.

“Not only the Master of Gale Wind Hall, but the Master of Central Intelligence Agency and all who participated in this war have achieved a feat that will endure for ten thousand years. You all worked hard, and I am grateful.”

Glen drew his True Heaven Sword as he spoke his gratitude. He held the blade inverted and assumed the salute of House Zigheart.

“H-Head of House!”
“No, it is only what must be done!”

The swordmasters bowed their heads urgently to answer Glen’s words. They seemed unable to imagine that the Head of House himself would offer his thanks.

“Therefore, I grant all swordmasters who participated in this war a gold medal and the authority to select one treasure of their choice from Zigheart’s Treasury. And….”

Glen raised his finger, pointing toward Raon and Karun.

“To the masters of Gale Wind Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency, who endured the most grueling war, I permit the taking of five treasures from the Treasury.”

As if he had already made his decision, he lowered his hand the moment he finished speaking.

“Woooooooow!”
“What?! Direct access to Zigheart’s Treasury?”
“Elixirs, divine artifacts, martial manuals, even Artifacts—there’s nothing the Treasury doesn’t have!”
“Why are you surprised? If they toppled the Black Tower, they deserve at least that much.”
“If you ask me, it’s too little. The masters should receive ten pieces without question.”

The spectators nodded, saying the reward matched the achievement.

“Then let us disperse. You have all labored well.”

Glen descended from the Platform as soon as he finished discussing the rewards, as if he had summoned everyone solely for this purpose.
He nodded to me approvingly before leaving the Training Ground.

‘I can’t fathom what he’s thinking….’

I turned with a faint smile, only to lock eyes with Denier Zigheart, who was watching me intently.

“….”

Denier Zigheart clapped his hands with his lips curled upward as if he had achieved his purpose.

Yet in his eyes gleamed not the joy of victory, but a hollow emptiness devoid of emotion.

‘Denier Zigheart.’

I turned my gaze away from him, my lips tightening into a thin line.

‘What in the world are you thinking?’

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“Haaa….”

King Lecross gazed up at the white ceiling and exhaled a sigh so heavy it seemed to crack the very ground beneath him.

“I’m utterly pathetic.”

Raon and Chamber had toppled the Black Tower, yet I couldn’t even handle Derus Robert alone and had to rely on Glen’s aid.
The shame and embarrassment made it impossible to lift my head.

“I should send a gift to Zigheart.”

Raon had severed the Black Tower Master’s neck, and Glen had saved my life—Zigheart was undoubtedly the true hero of this war.
Since I had been of no help whatsoever, I felt obligated to send them a precious gift.

“Damn it! If only I’d dodged that first strike somehow….”

King Lecross ground his teeth as he recalled his battle with Derus Robert.

Crash!

The infirmary door burst open violently, and Chamber, wearing a witch’s hat, strode in.

“Well, well! Look who we have here—the little brat who got beaten up while defending his home. How delightful?”

Chamber peered down at King Lecross lying on the bed and stuck her tongue out teasingly.

“They said not to treat you like a child just because you earned the title ‘Silent Sword Master,’ yet here you are, laid up after getting slashed by Derus Robert?”

She had clearly come not to comfort him, but to mock him, and she burst into a refreshing laugh.

“Y-you’re damn sharp-tongued!”

King Lecross merely lifted his head and shook his fist.

“You’re completely different from when I saw you before! I thought you were fighting Glen!”

He cried out, insisting he wasn’t the weak one. It was a far cry from the demeanor he’d shown as the Silent Sword Master and King of Owen.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen little King Lecross like this. How adorable.”

Chamber tapped King Lecross’s head repeatedly as he ground his teeth in frustration.

“Tell your big sister everything.”

She nodded, saying she would listen to it all.

“Ah, well, big sister… there’s quite an age difference, you know.”

King Lecross seemed to come to his senses at the word “big sister” and waved his hands frantically.

“You brat! Look at this firm, youthful skin!”

Chamber struck King Lecross’s forehead, telling him not to mention age.

“Hmm…”

King Lecross touched the forehead where Chamber had hit him and narrowed his eyes.

“By the way, who is that child you brought with you?”

He tilted his head as he looked at Lencia hiding behind Chamber.

“She’s my disciple.”

Chamber pushed Lencia forward and grinned.

“Your… disciple?”
“Yes. I found a raw gem with talent surpassing my own in Montiro. You should look forward to it—she’ll be the next Archmage.”

She lifted her chin confidently, certain of Lencia’s future.

“Ah, hello. My name is Lencia.”

The girl who introduced herself as Lencia bowed carefully. She looked adorable now, but I sensed she would blossom into a stunning beauty in the years to come.

“Hmm….”

Lecross clicked his tongue softly as he observed Lencia’s emerald eyes.

‘A disciple of the Grand Mage.’

Chamber had taught many, but she had rarely ever formally declared someone as her disciple.

Yet to take on a disciple and immediately declare her as the next Grand Mage—something about Chamber’s nature seemed to have shifted.

“I heard you sustained considerable injuries. Has this experience prompted a change of heart?”

Lecross extended his hand toward Chamber.

“It had to. I nearly died myself.”

Chamber nodded with a faint smile.

“On the surface, I appear unharmed, but my Upper Dantian was torn severely. I’ll need extended recovery for quite some time.”

She laughed hollowly, acknowledging that without Saint Olga’s intervention at that moment, she would truly have perished.

“Derus, who opposes you, is formidable, but the Black Tower Master is equally fearsome. Breaking through the constraints of humanity to cultivate power—it’s only natural.”

Chamber bit her crimson lips thinly.

“That’s why I’m cultivating a successor now, so I won’t look back in regret.”

She clenched her fists, acknowledging that in the coming war, she would have to be prepared to face death.

“Hmm….”

Lecross let out a low murmur as he gazed at Lencia.

“Is it appropriate to tell a young disciple to be prepared for death?”
“Don’t worry. This one might actually have stronger mental fortitude than you do.”

Chamber waved her hand, explaining that the child had experienced every hardship imaginable and had even brushed against death itself.

“Your eyes certainly shine differently.”

King Lecross nodded and extended his hand toward Lencia.

“I am Lecross. It seems we shall have much to do together.”

He spoke with courtesy, treating the young Lencia with proper respect.

“I-I’ll do my best! Your Majesty!”

Lencia raised her trembling arm and grasped King Lecross’s hand.

“I’ve learned much through this ordeal.”

King Lecross stroked Lencia’s head while his eyes narrowed with determination.

“I’ve set aside much of my life as a warrior to spend time as a king, but it seems the time has come for me to devote myself to the blade once more.”

He clenched his teeth, expressing his desire to take revenge against Derus Robert.

“Revenge, is it? A noble pursuit. Though we may not have the opportunity to act on it ourselves.”

Chamber smiled and raised a single finger.

“The undercurrent approaching us is higher and faster than we anticipated.”
“You speak of the Sword Master?”

Lecross noticed that the afterwave Chamber mentioned was Raon and nodded his head.

“Indeed. A Sword Master with nothing prefixed to his title! A Sword Master is a Sword Master—what is this ‘Silent Sword Master’ nonsense? It sounds diminished!”

Chamber shook her head as if exasperated.

“Hmm…”

King Lecross trembled, his shoulders shaking as if his epithet had been insulted.

“B-but the Silent Sword Master is an epithet I earned right after becoming a Transcendent! If you decide now, it’ll become a different epithet!”

His face flushed red like a child’s as he protested to Chamber.

“As expected, your face turns red when you get excited.”

Chamber chuckled softly and tapped King Lecross’s forehead lightly.

“Mm….”

King Lecross lowered his head deeply, realizing he had been teased by Chamber.

“Joking aside, Raon is the real deal.”
“I’m well aware that the boy’s talent is exceptional.”
“That’s not what I mean.”

Chamber shook her head with an amused smile.

“Want to hear something interesting? That boy was meditating even during the festival celebrating the war’s victory. And he was reflecting on what he lacked in battle.”

She gazed toward the window overlooking the Northern Region and smacked her lips.

“That one won’t stop at being a Sword Master. Definitely not.”

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“Everyone’s here.”

Glen nodded as he observed the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency gathered in the Audience Chamber.

“Then let’s begin without further ado.”

Glen snapped his fingers while resting his arm on the Jade Throne.

Crack!

As that refreshing sound echoed through the Audience Chamber, a golden dimensional gate opened before the swordsmen of the Gale Wind Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency.

“Follow me.”

Glen gestured to the swordsmen as he stepped into the dimension shimmering with golden light.

“This… is Zigheart’s Treasury…?”
“I’ve seen it with my own eyes before, but I never thought I’d actually enter it like this.”
“Phew, my hands won’t stop trembling.”

The swordsmen of the Central Intelligence Agency and Gale Wind Hall trembled with emotion at the mere opportunity to enter Zigheart’s Treasury.

“Let’s go in.”

Karun nodded calmly as if he had entered the Treasury before, then stepped into the golden dimension.

-What are you doing!

Wrath grabbed my shoulder and shook it.

-Just pick something at random and let’s go eat already!

He clicked his teeth together, dying of hunger.

‘I’ll make sure you eat until you’re stuffed. Just wait a little longer.’

It was just as I pushed Wrath aside and was about to enter Zigheart’s Treasury.

Whoooosh!

A blue-tinted message materialized before the golden dimension.

[The trait 【Greed】 has been unlocked.]

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