The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 947

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Chapter 947

“They say the Pearl Ice Cream here is the best on the Continent.”

A black-haired youth who appeared to be a Zigheart swordsman winked at the blonde woman walking beside him.
A soft and warm atmosphere bloomed between the two, as if they were on a date.

“Really?”

The blonde woman’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Given that it sells out every single day in Zigheart, where it’s cold year-round, there’s no need to say more. It sells so well that new flavors are released first here too.”

The black-haired youth smacked his lips as he spoke of it as a dessert he had to try every time he took a vacation.

“A dessert when we haven’t even had breakfast yet?”
“That’s exactly why we came. If we’re late, we might not get the flavor we want.”
“Is it really that bad?”
“After the Gale Wind Hall missions end, one of the unit leaders buys ice cream in bulk. So… gasp!”

He slightly lowered his shoulders as he opened the ice cream shop door, then froze in place.

“Ugh….”

The black-haired youth trembled violently as if he were about to faint.

“D-Darling?”
“Good morning, sir!”

He bowed deeply toward the table inside, then slowly backed away.

“Let’s go.”
“Why are we leaving all of a sudden….”
“This is no place for us to be!”

The black-haired youth grabbed the blonde woman’s wrist and hurried out of the ice cream shop.

“At least explain why before you go!”
“You can’t go in there! Evil spirits live there!”

The moment he stepped out of the Ice Cream Shop, he bolted away without even sparing a glance at his girlfriend.

“That crazy bastard!”

As the blonde woman stamped her foot in anger, a group of children around twelve years old walked past her.

“They said honey-glazed melon flavor is coming next week, right?”

The shorter child licked his lips eagerly.

“I’m not into fruit flavors. Chocolate is the best.”

The child wearing a hat wagged his finger, insisting that chocolate ice cream was supreme.

“Kids just don’t know taste.”

The shorter child clicked his tongue dismissively.

“Says the one who’s always mooching?”
“I bought you some last week.”

Whether they got along or not, the children bickered as they entered the Pearl Ice Cream Shop.

“Mister! We’d like chocolate and… huh?”
“Gasp!”

But the moment the two children crossed the shop’s threshold, they froze like statues in front of a school.

“W-we’ll come back next time.”
“Y-yeah…”

The shorter child and the one in the hat, as if they’d never quarreled at all, linked arms and bolted from the Ice Cream Shop like lightning.

“You kids, be careful!”

Crain furrowed his brow as he dodged the children rushing past like wild animals.

“Tsk, tsk. Kids these days have no manners. Back in my time, we weren’t like that.”

He clicked his tongue roughly, as if lamenting the state of youth.

“You charged at Raon and got beaten down immediately.”

Dorian flicked Crain’s shoulder with a smirk.

“T-That was when I was young!”
“Exactly, so you were rude back then too.”

He waved his hand dismissively, saying all children were the same.

“W-Well, we were all around the same age back then. It wasn’t really being rude….”

Crain wrinkled his nose bridge, recalling the first time he’d been beaten by Raon.

“Anyway, why did you want to come here?”

Dorian tilted his chin upward, glancing at the Ice Cream Shop’s sign.

“I have a feeling this place holds some kind of secret.”
“A secret?”
“Yeah. Whenever Jinmu Jeonju or Lunan Slion return to Zigheart, they always stop by this shop without fail. The source of their strength might be hidden in this ice cream.”

Crain pushed open the Ice Cream Shop’s door, suggesting they go in and check it out themselves.

“Huh? There’s Jinmu Jeonju! See, just like I said, he’s always here… Gasp!”

His hand froze mid-wave as he spotted me sitting at a table, his jaw trembling.

“Gulp!”

Dorian also swallowed hard, startled by the unexpected encounter.

“Hm?”
“Mm.”

Karun and Valdemar, seated across from me, turned their heads away with furrowed brows.
The two of them emanated an ominously rough aura, as if their moods were far from pleasant.

“W-we should get going now. Enjoy your training!”

Crain, his mind already made up, left those words with the three men sitting before their ice cream and fled the shop.

“W-we’re running low on supplies, so I should—!”

Dorian, too uncomfortable to remain, hastily backpedaled out of the Ice Cream Shop.

“Sigh….”

I brushed back the hair falling across my forehead and exhaled deeply.

‘They’re leaving again.’

Everyone who entered the Ice Cream Shop took one look at Karun and Valdemar’s faces and fled without exception.
Given their past behavior and the rumors surrounding them, they simply seemed terrifying.

“I-if there’s anything we can help with, please let us know. A-anything at all….”

Even the Shop Owner couldn’t overcome the tension, creaking like a wooden puppet with a severed string.

“Everything tastes delicious!”
-This is true happiness! When I return to the Demon Realm, I shall build a Pearl Ice Cream Factory—larger than your home!

The only ones laughing inside right now were Sia and Wrath.

‘This is more serious than I expected.’

I had anticipated this situation from the moment I suggested to Karun and Valdemar that we visit the Ice Cream Shop at Sia and Wrath’s insistence, but reality proved far worse than my expectations.

I never imagined that everyone entering the shop would flee screaming apologies, as if a Grand Mage had cast a barrier.

‘Wait, isn’t that only natural?’

Three of the four Jeonju of Zigheart were gathered here, so it wasn’t particularly strange that people were frightened.

‘And they’re not just standing still either.’

Karun and Valdemar made their displeasure at being in this place abundantly clear, radiating a fierce aura.
With their already imposing frames and furrowed brows, it was only natural that ordinary people felt uncomfortable around them.

Ding.

While I was shaking my head, someone entered the Ice Cream Shop.

‘They’ll probably leave right away.’

Thinking they’d exit immediately, I turned my head, but the person at the entrance was simply staring blankly at us.

“Lunan?”

The one who had entered the Ice Cream Shop was Lunan. It seemed she had come to eat Pearl Ice Cream as usual.

“Hey.”

Lunan simply nodded at me, Karun, and Valdemar without any apparent concern, then went to select her ice cream. As always, she was a girl with remarkably strong convictions.

“What are you going to get? This one was really good?”

Sia approached Lunan and recommended the ice cream flavors she had found delicious.

“This one is the best.”

True to her unwavering nature, Lunan immediately chose mint chocolate.

-As expected of the Ice Cream Girl! A choice worthy of the True Demon King’s chief lieutenant!

Wrath nodded approvingly, saying I had chosen my subordinate well.

‘When did Lunan become my chief lieutenant?’

I sighed while suppressing Wrath’s excitement.

“This isn’t bad at all, actually? It could work as a side dish too.”

Valdemar smacked his lips, thinking he should stock up on pearl ice cream at Jinmu Hall in bulk.

“The taste isn’t bad, but it’s too sweet. I don’t think eating it often would be good for you.”

Karun narrowed his eyes slightly, suggesting that as a warrior, restraint would be wise.

“You two.”

I turned my body toward Karun and Valdemar.

“Let’s begin now. What did you come to the Annex Building for this early morning to discuss?”

She nodded while eating the remaining mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“Hmph!”

Valdemar swallowed a spoonful of pearl ice cream from the bowl in one gulp and stomped his foot heavily.

Boom!

Though his aura wasn’t fully manifested, his massive frame was so large that the entire ice cream shop trembled.

“Yes! Crouching like this is not how the Jinmu Hall Master should appear!”

Valdemar leaned his bear-like upper body forward as if he’d made a decision.

“Nephew! I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Yes. Please speak.”

I nodded calmly, having anticipated this request.

“Create a martial art that suits me!”

Valdemar clasped his hands together as he made his plea.

“If you create it for me, I’ll grant you everything you desire!”
“Hmm….”

I tilted my head, watching Valdemar’s hands tremble with desperation.

“Wouldn’t it be better to discuss creating a new martial art with the Head of House?”

I could create martial arts myself, but not at a level comparable to Glen. I didn’t understand why he was asking me instead.

“Father’s martial arts are too transcendent and don’t suit me. On the other hand, the martial arts you’ve created are simpler yet more elegant. I want to use the swordsmanship you’ve developed!”

Valdemar clenched his fist, insisting that my martial arts better matched his preferences.

Clang!

Karun roughly set down the spoon he’d been holding.

“You’re asking your nephew to create a martial art for you? You’ve lost your mind.”

He narrowed his eyes as if exasperated.

“Don’t you know what shame is?”
“My nephew is stronger than me, so what shame is there! If he’s so capable, I can certainly ask him!”

Valdemar snorted, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

“Then why did you drag this out so much, brother? Spit it out if you’re going to say something!”

He tilted his chin up, telling him to stop rambling and get to the point.

“Hmm….”

Karun glanced away briefly before looking at me.

“I….”

He took a moment to steady his breathing, then nodded quietly as if he’d made a decision.

“I want to spar with you.”
“…A sparring match?”

I widened my eyes, staring at Karun.

‘A sparring match, out of nowhere.’

I had anticipated Valdemar’s request, but I never expected Karun to propose a sparring match. A hollow laugh escaped me without thinking.

“I learned much watching you in the last war. I want to spar with you to confirm that realization.”

Karun nodded, calling it a request.

“Hah!”

Valdemar struck the table with his fist and twisted his mouth upward.

“People say I exploit my nephew, but you’re exactly the same!”

He clicked his tongue and wagged his finger.

“You want to openly beat up your nephew! Did it bother you so much that I beheaded the Black Tower Master?”

Valdemar scoffed, saying male jealousy was utterly pathetic.

“I simply want a fair sparring match. And if we fought now, who would even win?”

Karun shook his head firmly, saying he was completely different.

“I’m the same! I only want to legitimately request a martial technique!”

Valdemar slapped his palm down, saying it was the same thing.

“How is that the same!”
“In the end, it’s all the same!”

Karun and Valdemar glared at each other with furrowed brows. So they were truly brothers—their profiles looked remarkably alike as they bickered.

“Please don’t fight.”

I inserted my hand between the two of them.

“I will grant Jinmu Jeonju’s request first. Please tell me what martial technique you desire.”

Valdemar’s first impression had been terrible, but he was simply a straightforward person.

Since I had received help and made requests before, I could create the martial technique he desired.

“You know what you’re good at! That sword technique where you destroy everything with a single slash! Make it so I can use it with a flexible sword!”

Valdemar wielded a long and supple flexible sword that seemed incongruous with his massive frame.

It seemed I could create martial techniques for the flexible sword that could produce firepower comparable to Flame Dragon Seal or Heavenly Cannon Strike.

“Understood. However, I’ll need to enter the Chamber of Self next week, so it will take some time.”
“Don’t worry! I’m good at waiting!”

The moment Valdemar said he could wait, his leg began bouncing eagerly. He seemed excited already.

“The Chamber of Self?”

Karun narrowed his eyes as if surprised.

“You’re entering there now? That doesn’t seem like a good choice.”

He shared the same opinion as Glen, furrowing his brow as he said entering now wasn’t ideal.

“Transcending my current limits is indefinite anyway. It might even be impossible, so I’d like to enter while I have the leisure to do so.”
“It’s true that you’ve overcome walls by yourself until now….”

Karun nodded, thinking it wasn’t a bad idea.

“Then sparring would be difficult.”
“No. Let’s try it anyway.”

I smiled as I looked at Karun’s crimson eyes, their light growing dimmer.

“But twice.”
“Twice?”

Karun tilted his head, as if asking what I meant.

“Yes. I’d like to have two sparring matches with you—one before entering the Chamber of Self and one after I come out.”
“…So you’re planning to gauge your progress through me?”

He finally seemed to understand my words, letting out a hollow chuckle.

“Yes. Will you accept it?”

I waited for Karun’s response, my hands clasped together on the table with the hole in it.

“…Very well.”

Karun pushed away his empty ice cream cup and nodded.

“I accept.”

He even licked his lips as if he were looking forward to it.

Whoooosh!

As our gazes clashed fiercely, an enormous ice cream sundae rose up between us.

“I picked it with Lunan! Let’s all eat together!”

Sia waved her hands to everyone, saying it tasted better when shared.

“Ahem….”
“Ah….”

Karun and I flushed, remembering that we were in an ice cream shop filled with bright lighting and fresh wallpaper.

“W-well, let’s eat then.”

I picked up a spoon with an awkward smile.

“…Yes, let’s.”

Karun nodded, his eyes cast slightly downward.

“Sniff….”

The Restaurant Manager swallowed back his tears as he watched.

‘When the hell are these people going to leave…’

Business was thriving, but I felt like I was suffocating to death.

‘This is an ice cream shop where children play! Why is there such a commotion here!’

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After leaving the Ice Cream Shop, Karun entered the Audience Chamber.

“I’ve requested a sparring match with the Master of Gale Wind Hall.”

He bowed deeply toward Glen, who sat upon the Jade Throne with an expression of boredom.

“I expected as much.”

Glen nodded as if he had anticipated this.

“There was a thirst burning in your eyes.”
“However, there is something even the Head of House may not know.”

Karun raised his hand with two fingers extended.

“Raon asked for two sparring matches.”
“Two?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed as if questioning what he meant.

“Yes. One before entering the Chamber of Self and one after. It seems he intends to use me as a test subject.”

Karun drew a thin smile, saying he had gone to make a request but ended up being tested instead.

“That’s so like Raon.”

Glen burst into laughter, leaning back against the Jade Throne as if he hadn’t anticipated this move from Raon.

“As you well know, Head of House, my desire for that seat is stronger than anyone’s.”

Karun pointed to the golden Jade Throne where Glen sat.

“If anyone other than myself became the Head of House, I had resolved to leave the Family. However….”

He slowly gazed toward the darkening window and lowered his chin slightly.

“If someone I can acknowledge becomes the Head of House, I believe I could accept a position beneath them.”
“Karun….”

Glen’s eyes widened as he grasped the meaning behind Karun’s words.

“Of course, I have no intention of stepping down willingly. I will shed blood and flesh, grind my very soul to dust if necessary to claim that seat.”

Karun stared at the golden Jade Throne, his lips pressed firmly together. A burning fervor ignited within his usually cold gaze.

“Then I shall see you at the Sparring Arena tomorrow.”

Karun turned his back, having said all he needed to say, and left the Patriarch’s Hall.

“I thought I’d regret handing it over to anyone….”

Glen swept his gaze across the Jade Throne that Karun had been staring at and savored the moment.

“Now I find myself welcoming either outcome.”

A subtle smile played across his lips as he anticipated what lay ahead.

‘Though I wonder if I’ll live to see it….’

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The next day, at noon.

Raon entered the Family Head’s Training Ground with quiet, measured steps.

There were exactly four people in the training ground: Glen Zigheart, Aris Zigheart, Denier, and Valdemar.

“I greet the Head of House.”

Raon approached Glen and bowed respectfully.

“Don’t waste your strength on formalities.”

Glen waved his hand dismissively, urging me to prepare for the match instead.

“Cousin! Today, crush that arrogant bastard without mercy!”

Valdemar stomped his feet, insisting that someone like Karun would be easily disposed of.

“Let’s see the skill of the swordmaster who slew the Black Tower Master.”

Aris Zigheart crossed her arms and licked her lips with anticipation.

“A duel between transcendents is something you can’t see even if you pay for it. This should be interesting.”

Denier stepped back and offered a faint smile.

‘Denier….’

I narrowed my eyes as I observed him carefully.

‘Is he trying to scout me?’

It was somewhat irritating.

Unlike the others, Denier was an enigma—impossible to read.
I wanted to confront him directly, but since he hadn’t done anything overtly suspicious, I had no choice but to remain silent for now.

‘Then I should display overwhelming power that leaves nothing for him to observe.’

Revealing such dominance that even Denier would see nothing worth analyzing seemed like a reasonable approach.

“Since this is a match between hall masters, I only invited a select few.”

Glen told me to focus solely on the battle and ascended onto the platform.

“Thank you.”

As I bowed to Glen, the Training Ground’s door opened and Karun entered.

Whoooosh!

Karun climbed onto the Sparring Arena with a chilling gleam in his eyes, clearly intending to take today’s match seriously. His gaze was so sharp it felt like a blade’s edge, making my skin prickle.

“Are you ready?”

Karun’s fingertips were already flushed red, as if he’d warmed up beforehand.

“Of course.”

I said we could begin immediately and placed my hand on the hilt of the Heavenly Sword.

“Good.”

Karun nodded approvingly and gripped his sword hilt.

Whoooosh!

Karun and I stood motionless in the space between us, close enough to touch, like statues carved from stone.

Haaah…

As cold sweat beaded on both our foreheads, a massive hawk rose from the direction of Bekmang Mountain.

The moment the hawk passed over the Training Ground, casting a small shadow.

Shhhhink!

Karun and I simultaneously drew our blades, slashing toward each other’s necks.

Claaaaaang!

Two blades collided, and a deafening screech that seemed to tear the eardrums erupted.

“Today, I’ll see the depths of your power.”

Karun tightened his grip on his sword as if in anticipation. His blade drove forward as though it would pierce straight through Raon’s throat.

“I apologize, but my depths run far deeper than that.”

As Raon adjusted his wrist, Karun’s fiercely descending blade began to slow and retreat. His eyes gleamed crimson like flames dancing upon the Heavenly Sword, and his lips twisted into a grimace.

“If you wish to glimpse my depths, you’ll need to stake the Jinmu Jeonju’s life.”

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