The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 961

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Chapter 961

Lake Behind the Annex.

Even without Raon present, the sharp sound of sword wind echoed from the Lake Clearing.

Whoooosh!

The swordmaster carving through the lake’s ripples with a keen blade strike was Sia. She stood where Raon had always been, wielding her sword in a similar style to his.

“Ugh!”

Sia, who had been unfolding successive Light Sword techniques, kicked lightly at the ground as if something displeased her.

“Is something troubling you?”

Judith set down Sia’s refreshments on the table beside the lake with a gentle smile.

“It’s just not working well…”

Sia buried her wooden sword in the ground and hung her head low.

“What aspect isn’t working well?”

Judith approached Sia, offering to help with whatever she could.

“My sword is too rigid.”

Sia pouted her lips, dissatisfied with her own swordsmanship.

“Raon’s falls so beautifully, like sunlight or moonlight…”

She sighed, lamenting that the Light Sword technique Raon had taught her wasn’t unfolding properly.

“From what I can see, both of you are impressive.”

Judith smiled gently, observing the blood and sweat clinging to the grip of Sia’s wooden sword.

‘You’ve worked hard.’

That wooden sword was a treasure of Sia’s that Raon had personally obtained for her. The fact that a sword made not long ago looked so worn meant she had been swinging it day and night without rest.

“No! It’s just falling heavily!”

Sia puffed out her cheeks and brought the sword down again.

Whoooosh!

Her blade strike carried a weighty yet eerie aura as it fell, splitting not only the ripples of the Lake but even the Thicket behind it.

“Ah….”

Judith exhaled softly as she watched Sia’s sword strike unfold.

‘Already at this level?’

She couldn’t understand what a beautifully executed sword strike meant, but the power and sharpness of the swordsmanship far exceeded her expectations.
Even knowing that Sia’s body retained memories from when she lived as the Green-haired Queen, she hadn’t expected such rapid growth.

“Still not right….”

Sia shook her head again, saying it was different from Raon’s sword this time.

“I guess I can’t do it.”

Despite displaying a terrifying sword strike that would have left anyone else speechless, she slumped her shoulders in disappointment.

“That’s not true.”

Judith smiled gently and massaged Sia’s shoulders.

“Young Master Raon didn’t wield such a sword from the beginning either.”

She had infiltrated the Annex Building from the start to observe Raon, so she had watched him longer than anyone. Raon’s current swordsmanship was influenced more by effort than by talent alone.

“Young Master Raon trained his swordsmanship in this very spot without missing a single day, whether it rained or snowed. And he did it with joy.”

Judith nodded softly as she recalled the young Raon growing steadily over time.

“If you practice a little each day, Miss, you’ll surely be able to draw even more beautiful swordplay. That’s what Raon said too.”

She recited the words Raon had once spoken about Sia’s talent, offering a gentle smile.

“Raon? Did he really say that?”

Sia’s crimson eyes sparkled as if she wanted to hear those words directly from Raon himself.

“Of course! He said you can catch up with effort.”

Judith spoke of how this was a time that required effort, gently taking Sia’s hand.

“Mmm…”
“That’s not quite right!”

As Sia’s eyes began to lower, someone emerged from behind the tree on the right, waving their hand.

“Edgar?”

The person who had appeared so suddenly was Edgar. Since I hadn’t sensed his approach, it seemed he had been watching Sia from the beginning.

“Father?”

Sia blinked calmly, as if she had already known of Edgar’s presence.

“You’re still young and don’t understand yet, but you shouldn’t treat a child that way, Judith.”

Edgar stroked his chin and muttered something regretful under his breath.

“Ah…”

Judith’s mouth fell open in confusion, not understanding what Edgar meant.

“Pay close attention, and use it when you become a mother later.”

Edgar lightly patted Judith’s arm before approaching Sia.

“Sia, you’re frustrated that you can’t wield a sword like Raon, aren’t you? But that’s alright.”

He gently smiled while placing his hand on Sia’s shoulder.

“Since you won’t take long, you’ll be able to draw even greater swordsmanship than that.”
“Really? But Judith said it takes a long time?”

Sia glanced back and forth between Edgar and Judith as if to confirm.

“Then whose daughter are you! In just a little while, you’ll be able to display swordsmanship far more beautiful than Raon’s!”

Edgar waved his hand dismissively, telling her not to worry.

“Children lack patience, so you can’t just tell them to work hard. You have to fill them with confidence first, no matter what. Sparking interest—nothing is more important than that. Once interest is kindled, then you guide them through effort. That’s the mark of a truly excellent parent.”

He recited his own philosophy of education to Judith, making sure Sia couldn’t hear.

“It seems her interest has already been sparked, though….”

Judith murmured that Raon had already drawn all of Sia’s interest.

“No, no. What a parent does is different. Now Sia will feel good….”
“Dad. So I don’t have to practice swordsmanship?”

Sia tilted her head, still holding the wooden sword down.

“Uh….”

Edgar’s eyes widened at Sia’s unexpected words.

“Th, that is….”
“It’ll work out on its own in just a little while, right?”

Sia’s eyes gleamed with hopeful anticipation as she clasped her hands together.

“Y, yes! Our Sia will do well all on her own without even trying… Cough!”

As Edgar spouted lies with wavering eyes, a tray flew from the direction of the Annex Building and struck the back of his head.

Clang!

“Who—what?!”

Edgar froze mid-turn, his hand still smoothing his hair, looking like a mouse cornered before a cat.

“M-my dear…”

His jaw trembled as he beheld Sylvia standing in a combat stance.

“You’re teaching the child some very questionable things.”

Sylvia’s brow furrowed deeply as she regarded Edgar.

“I-I was merely trying to keep Sia engaged and interested…”

Edgar waved his hands frantically, insisting it was a misunderstanding.

“Sia is our daughter and Raon’s older sister. She won’t die from something like that! What do you mean, keeping her interested?!”

Sylvia delivered a sharp kick to Edgar’s rear before approaching Sia.

“Sia.”

Sylvia smiled warmly, meeting Sia’s gaze.

“Judith was right. If you wish to master swordplay like Raon, it will truly require tremendous effort.”

Even when Sia wore the Green-haired Queen’s helm, there had been a significant gap between her swordplay and Raon’s. No matter how deeply those memories lingered in her body, proper mastery would demand considerable time.
No matter how much the memories of those days remain in my body, it will take a lot of time to properly display my swordsmanship.

“You’ll need to sleep quite a lot. But…”
“I really need to get a lot of sleep. But…”

Sylvia smiled and took Sia’s hand, which was covered in blood and sweat.

“When that day comes, I’ll feel really good. Just like when we saw each other again.”

Sylvia laughed, saying wasn’t that what she expected. She was treating Sia not as a mere child, but also as an adult who had lost her memories.

“I said no. The children should just….”

As Edgar grabbed his swollen rear and struggled to his feet, Sia lifted her wooden sword high above her head.

Whoooosh!

Sia wielded the Radiant Blade’s incantation, bringing her sword down in a sweeping arc. Her blade extended outward like the spines of a hedgehog, creating ripples across the Lake as if a sudden downpour had fallen upon its surface.

“That’s right. Raon said so too.”

Sia turned back with a bright smile.

“It will take time, but if I keep practicing steadily, I’ll become stronger.”

She nodded decisively, recalling Raon’s words from when he first placed the sword in her hands.

“Raon is swinging his sword right now too.”

Sia brought her blade down again, picturing Raon training in the Chamber of Self.

“I told you.”

Sylvia stood beside Edgar with a faint smile.

“Children grow quickly.”

She nodded with evident pride at how much Sia had matured.

“Sniff….”

Edgar’s eyes grew misty as he watched Sia’s back while she swung her sword, his expression touched with emotion.

“It’s rewarding, isn’t it? I feel a little….”
“That’s not it.”

He shook his head, clarifying his meaning.

“She’s growing up too fast! She should still be playing with me!”

Edgar shook both his fists, complaining that his daughter was growing up too quickly.

“Sia! Let’s stop for today and play with Dad…”
“Human!”

Sylvia could no longer contain herself and struck Edgar’s abdomen with her fist.

“Gack!”

Edgar collapsed while clutching his stomach, his shoulders trembling violently.

“Even though Raon has grown up, I still have two children…”

Sylvia muttered that soon only one would remain, then hoisted Edgar onto her shoulder and returned to the Annex Building.

“This is…”

Judith watched Sia’s spirited shout and Edgar being dragged away with drool streaming from his mouth, then turned her gaze away.
Seeing her younger sister Jubel’s smile as she trimmed flowers in the Garden, she drew a similar expression.

“Is this happiness?”

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“Head of House.”

Roen entered the Audience Chamber and bowed respectfully to Glen Zigheart, who was gazing out the window.

“The leaders of Gale Wind Hall have arrived.”

He glanced toward the door, noting that Burren Zigheart, Martha, and Lunan Slion had requested an audience.

“Have them enter.”

Glen Zigheart granted the audience and took his seat upon the Jade Throne.

“Come in.”

Roen personally opened the door to the Audience Chamber and guided Burren, Martha, and Lunan inside.

“We greet the Head of House!”
“We greet the Head of House.”

At Burren’s greeting, Martha and Lunan simultaneously knelt and bowed their heads.

“Rise.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand, telling them there was no need for such formality.

“Thank you!”

Burren bowed once more like Raon before stepping forward to the Platform.

“Yes!”
“Thank you.”

Martha and Lunan also bent slightly at the waist before taking their positions behind Burren.

“…”

Glen Zigheart observed Burren, Martha, and Lunan standing before the Platform, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

‘All three are Grand Masters now.’

The evaluation ceremony that Burren and Lunan had undergone remained vivid in his memory, making it difficult to believe that those young children had ascended to the rank of Grand Master.

‘They’ve truly changed so much.’

Burren, who once expressed his desire for Karun’s recognition through inferiority, had become the spiritual pillar of Gale Wind Hall, and Martha, who once resolved the pain of losing her mother through violence, had now become a seasoned swordmaster capable of wielding even her own rage as a strategic weapon.

‘But…’

Glen Zigheart clicked his tongue softly as he observed Lunan’s weary eyes, as if he hadn’t slept.

‘That child remains an enigma.’

Typically, one could discern a person’s thoughts by observing their eyes, but Lunan was an exception. Gazing into those vacant eyes made even me feel drowsy.

‘Of course, standing against Siria Slion was remarkable.’

I couldn’t help but admire Lunan’s mental fortitude—she had broken free from the psychological constraints that Siria Slion had imposed and climbed to that position. Despite her gentle appearance, her willpower was stronger than anyone’s.

‘If only Raon hadn’t existed….’

All three of these children would have been called geniuses of legendary proportions.

I wasn’t saying this merely because they were my grandchildren.

Had Raon not grown at such an extraordinary rate, all three of them would have been called geniuses destined to be remembered in the Continent’s history.
Neither the Twelve Continents nor the Continental Ten Heavens had reached Grand Master at their age, after all.

‘Yet they don’t show even a shred of jealousy….’

Glen Zigheart gazed at Burren, Martha, and Lunan with a warm smile gracing his lips.

‘Beyond their maturity, I can only say they’re remarkable.’

These three remained in Raon’s shadow, yet they harbored no envy or jealousy toward him.
Rather, they seemed eager to lift him up even higher. Watching them was like witnessing a true family, true siblings—it warmed my own heart.

“Yes. What brings you here?”

Glen Zigheart let his goodwill toward the three shine through in his tone.

“We came to inquire when the Master of Gale Wind Hall might emerge from the Chamber of Self.”

Burren stepped forward and lifted his gaze. His furrowed brow betrayed his concern for Raon, who had yet to leave the Chamber of Self.

“He’s the type to finish things quickly and come out, so we’re a little. Very slightly worried.”

Martha also noted that this differed from Raon’s usual behavior, her lips tightening slightly.

“Right. He’s been sleeping far too long.”

Lunan shook her head vigorously, apparently believing the Chamber of Self was a place for sleeping.

“Moreover, Gale Wind Hall has just begun its missions after the promotion, so its systems aren’t fully established yet.”

Burren bowed his head, explaining that although his vacation had ended, without the Hall Master, operations couldn’t proceed smoothly.

“That certainly seems to be the case.”

Glen Zigheart nodded while observing Burren’s darkened expression. Without the Hall Master and the organizational structure not yet in place, it appeared they had no way to move forward.

“I understand well enough why you’ve come. However, I’m unable to provide you with an answer regarding when the Gale Wind Hall Master will emerge.”
“Pardon? What do you mean by that…?”

Martha’s eyes widened in confusion.

“The Chamber of Self is a mystery that reveals different places depending on who enters it. I have no way of knowing where Raon has gone or what he’s currently doing.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head, explaining that only Raon himself could open and exit the door.

“Then… that fellow. No, did something happen to the Hall Master…?”

Martha swallowed dryly as she recalled Raon’s face.

“That shouldn’t be the case. It’s a relatively safe place. And it’s not unheard of for him to take this long to emerge.”

Glen Zigheart suggested they wait for now, resting his hand on the armrest of the Jade Throne.

‘Raon. When will you come out…?’

He told Burren, Martha, and Lunan to wait, but his own anxiety was evident as he gripped the armrest so forcefully that it crumbled to dust.

“I… I see…”

Burren’s eyes darted slightly as he watched the armrest of the Jade Throne turn to powder and vanish.

“Then we shall take our leave…”
“Come to think of it.”

Just as he was about to step back, Glen Zigheart raised his hand.

“I suppose I could grant you the authority to enter the Chamber of Self as well.”

Glen nodded, saying that since he had made great contributions during the recent Black Tower annihilation mission, he wanted to grant Burren, Martha, and Lunan the authority to enter the Chamber of Self.

“Really, sir?”

Burren’s eyes widened so much they nearly popped out of his head—clearly this was something he had never even considered.

“Why have you become so generous lately?”

Martha laughed heartily, remarking that he seemed to have changed quite a bit.

“I like it too. Sleeping place.”

Lunan either knew little about the Chamber of Self or knew nothing at all, merely muttering that it was a sleeping place.

“Of course, not now.”

Glen shook his head, saying that even if they wanted to enter now, they couldn’t.

“Of course. Just being given the authority to enter is already an honor!”
“Please call on us whenever you need us!”
“Is there a bed?”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan clenched their fists with joy, smiling at the mere fact that they could now enter the Chamber of Self.

“Yes. When the time comes, I shall summon you.”

It was then that Glen was drawing a gentle smile while looking at the three of them.

Knock, knock.

A sharp knocking sound came from the door of the Audience Chamber.

“Enter.”

At Glen’s nod, Karun opened the door and stepped into the Audience Chamber.

“…I greet you, Head of House.”

Karun bowed at the door, apparently not realizing there were others present.

“I have a guest, so I’ll come back later.”
“Come in. You’re here for the same reason anyway.”

Glen beckoned Karun inside with a casual flick of his fingers, dismissing any protest.

“Hmm…”

Karun glanced at Burren for a moment before walking toward the Platform.

“You came looking because Raon hasn’t emerged for so long, didn’t you?”

Glen smiled thinly, as if he could see right through Karun’s intentions.

“Not exactly. I thought he’d come out soon, but it’s taking longer than expected. And there’s a possibility that the problem isn’t with the Gale Wind Hall master, but with the Chamber of Self itself…”

Despite his excuses, Karun kept glancing anxiously at the right door, his concern for Raon evident.

“I see.”

Glen chuckled softly as he watched Karun’s eyes dart about.

‘He’s changed so much.’

Seeing Karun—who once abandoned even his own children without hesitation—now worrying about his nephew brought an involuntary smile to Glen’s face.

‘That boy truly has had an enormous influence…’

Glen’s admiration for Raon lingered as he turned his gaze toward the right door where the Chamber of Self lay.

“As the saying goes, speak of the tiger and it appears.”

He nodded slightly, his lips curving upward.

“Raon has emerged.”

The sound of a door opening and closing came from within the Chamber of Self. Since only Raon was inside at the moment, it seemed the boy had completed his trial and was now exiting.

“Finally, you’ve come out!”

Martha’s bright smile belied her casual question about whether I had finally emerged, her gaze fixed on the door.

“How much stronger could he have become?”

Burren’s fingertips trembled with anticipation at the thought of my martial prowess.

“Perhaps he’s transcended transcendence itself?”

Lunan nodded, suggesting that I had already surpassed even transcendence.

“Unfortunately, that won’t be the case.”

Karun shook his head as he looked at the door on the right.

“What do you mean by that?”

Martha turned to face Karun, her eyes narrowing.

“The Chamber of Self was originally created as a mystical technique for breaking through walls. Swordsmen whose realms are not blocked gain little benefit from entering the Chamber of Self.”

Karun explained in a measured tone that I likely hadn’t changed much.

“Is that truly so?”

Martha whipped her head around to look at Glen Zigheart.

“…Yes.”

Glen Zigheart lowered his gaze calmly.

“Significant transformation can only be achieved by entering the Chamber of Self while standing before a wall. Since Raon broke through his wall not long ago, he likely didn’t obtain sufficient results.”

He tapped the Jade Throne with his finger, mentioning that there were even swordsmen who entered the Chamber of Self and emerged with nothing.

“So if Raon emerges with even a small achievement, you should congratulate him….”

As Karun offered this small counsel, the door on the right opened, and I stepped out.

“Did I arrive a bit late?”

Raon bowed his head with his usual expression, as if apologizing for emerging so late.
Yet the heat and cold radiating from his shoulders blazed like the sun and moon, casting an ethereal, crystalline light.

“Master! You’ve arrived!”
“You’re so late!”
“Raon, you handsome devil!”

Burren, Martha, and Lunan, sensing no great change in Raon as Karun had suggested, laughed and waved their hands.

But Glen and Karun were different.

“He clearly didn’t stand against the Wall, so how could this….”
“This has never happened before.”

Karun swallowed hard, his disbelief palpable, while Glen’s jaw trembled as if witnessing something beyond imagination.

“Hah….”
“He’s done something insane again.”

The two transcendents exhaled low exclamations, their eyes wide with astonishment.

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