The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 970

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Chapter 970
“Hmm….”
Raon accepted the letter Glen Zigheart handed him with both hands. Though it clearly contained only paper, it felt oddly heavy.
“Is the Five Emperors Conference being held again?”
“With the Black Tower’s collapse, the balance of the Five Emperors and Four Demons—or rather, the Five Emperors and Four Demons—has been shattered. Of course we must convene the conference to celebrate our victory and demonstrate our strength.”
Glen’s cold eyes gleamed as he spoke of how the Five Emperors Conference could create even greater rifts among the remaining Four Demons.
“You’re planning to draw the Neutral Factions, who haven’t yet chosen a side, over to our camp.”
Raon clicked his tongue softly as he looked at Glen.
“Correct. I knew you’d catch on.”
Glen nodded approvingly.
“There are still Neutral Factions undecided between the Five Emperors and the Four Demons. There are countless unaffiliated warriors and mages. This Five Emperors Conference is an important event to bring such people into our fold.”
He slowly closed his eyes and then opened them, saying this Five Emperors Conference could determine the outcome of the war to come.
“It’s certainly an opportunity we cannot afford to miss.”
Raon nodded while gazing at the lake illuminated by moonlight.
‘If we’re going to hold it, we must succeed without fail.’
If we expand the Five Emperors’ forces through this conference, we can lead the coming war overwhelmingly in our favor. As Glen said, it was an extremely important event.
“But is it alright for me to attend such an important conference?”
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the five stars engraved on the envelope.
“This Five Emperors Conference is being held because of you, Raon.”
Glen smiled thinly and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“If you hadn’t defeated the Black Tower Master, this conference would never have been held. So if you don’t attend, no one else can.”
He tilted his chin, saying this Five Emperors Conference itself was essentially being held because of his achievement.
“Moreover, the others wish to see you as well.”
Glen drew a satisfied smile, saying the leaders of the Five Emperors also wanted to meet him.
“Then I should attend.”
Raon nodded while rubbing the back of his neck. Hearing such words made him feel somewhat embarrassed.
“Raon, you didn’t merely destroy the Black Tower. You shattered the very structure of the Five Emperors and Four Demons. It’s something even I couldn’t accomplish, so carry yourself with confidence.”
Glen raised his finger, calling it an achievement that would mark history.
-How grandiose!
Wrath wrinkled his nose in displeasure.
-Wasn’t it all accomplished because the True Demon King helped you!
The creature clung to my shoulder, insisting I buy him ice cream now that he’d heard such praise.
“I didn’t defeat the Black Tower Master alone.”
Raon brushed Wrath away and shook his head.
“Without Chamber, it would have been impossible to accomplish.”
It wasn’t just Chamber. Without Wrath, Gluttony, and Rust, both I and all the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen would have been buried in that hellish darkness.
“You remain humble.”
“No. It’s not humility—I’m simply stating the facts. I cannot yet defeat the leaders of the Five Emperors and Four Demons.”
Raon spoke of being unable to win yet, his quiet eyes lowered.
“‘Now,’ is it….”
Glen Zigheart stroked his beard and lifted the corners of his mouth slightly.
“That sounds like you’re saying you’ll reach that realm soon.”
“Of course I must ascend. I have far too much to accomplish.”
Raon nodded calmly, stating that he would absolutely stand at the same level as the leaders of the Five Emperors and Four Demons.
“Hah….”
Glen raised his trembling hand to cover his face.
‘How admirable. Truly admirable!’
I never thought I could feel such pride.
Raon had always displayed humility. It was so pronounced that I thought he was deflecting credit to others this time as well, but beneath that behavior lay an unwavering confidence that he could grow stronger.
It seemed his time in the Chamber of Self had brought about a shift in his mindset.
“Head of House?”
“Ah, no.”
Glen immediately shook off his slightly damp hands upon hearing Raon’s call.
“Where will this conference be held?”
“Valcar.”
“Because of Chamber, then.”
Raon recalled Chamber’s condition the last time he had seen her and exhaled a short sigh.
“Yes. She hasn’t recovered her strength yet.”
Glen smacked his lips as he mentioned that Chamber was still in recovery.
“Ah, then King Lecross is doing well?”
Hearing Chamber’s name made him worry about the condition of King Lecross, who had been attacked by Derus.
“He’s fine. His wounds haven’t fully healed, but he hasn’t lost his martial power.”
Glen nodded, saying that King Lecross was capable of moving about sufficiently.
“That’s a relief.”
Raon lowered his brows, recalling the kind face of King Lecross.
‘Come to think of it, our Five Emperors aren’t in great shape either.’
Chamber and Ogram had lost their original power, and Lecross was severely wounded. Currently, only Glen and Tower Master Larian were unscathed.
‘Of course, the Four Demons aren’t in perfect condition either.’
Derus, the White Blood Cult, and Eden remained intact, but the Holy Sword Association was already walking a different path from them.
Even if they couldn’t help the Five Emperors, they would never side with those forces.
-That one exists, doesn’t he.
Wrath climbed onto his head and flicked his chin.
-That madman who gouged out his own eyes for the sword.
‘The Previous Holy Sword Master….’
Raon bit his lip, recalling the swordsman who had been more grotesque than anyone else.
‘He’s definitely a problem.’
The Holy Sword Master had promised not to interfere with the Holy Sword Association, but he had made no promise not to participate in the war.
‘He’ll definitely come.’
That monster lived practically for the sake of crossing swords with Glen. He would undoubtedly join the war, even if it meant siding with the Four Demons.
“You need not worry about Zigheart while the conference is underway.”
Glen Zigheart interpreted my stern expression differently and smiled calmly.
“Chamber and the Tower Master have developed a new spell that allows us to return to the Main Mansion instantly. Once it’s been used, it might be detected, but for now, it’s safe.”
He clenched his fists, determined not to create a situation like when King Lecross was attacked.
“That’s a relief then.”
I had worried that the Main Mansion might be attacked like King Lecross had been, but it seemed that wouldn’t happen.
“Will you go?”
“Of course I should.”
I had no reason to refuse now, and using my name and martial prowess to bring the Neutral Factions to our side didn’t seem like a bad idea.
“You’ve thought well.”
Glen said we would depart in a week and extended his hand.
“Head of House. I have one question….”
“Call me Grandfather.”
He shrugged slightly, saying this was no longer official business.
-That old geezer is truly bothersome.
Wrath shook his head in exasperation.
“Grandfather. How is Aunt doing?”
I looked at Glen, recalling the last time I had seen Aris Zigheart.
“After returning from Mirtan Village, she went to the Main Mansion and hasn’t come back….”
Aris had gone to Mirtan Village as I expected and brought back the cursed sword.
But since then, she had gone to the Main Mansion and hadn’t returned, which worried me.
“She’s doing far too well, which is the problem.”
Glen said it was exhausting and lowered his eyelids slightly.
“If you’re worried, why not go see her yourself?”
He turned around immediately as if suggesting I go right now.
“No. She’s probably sleeping, so tomorrow or later….”
“No.”
Glen shook his head firmly, as if absolutely refusing.
“She’ll still be awake. In fact….”
He smiled and raised two fingers.
“Both of them will be.”
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I followed Glen Zigheart toward the Family Head’s Training Ground.
‘Hmm…?’
A barrier that erased sound and impact had been erected around the training ground. It was quiet, yet someone seemed to be inside.
“From here on, suppress your presence. We don’t want to disturb their training.”
Glen entered the training ground through a side door that made no sound, unlike his usual approach.
“Understood.”
I nodded and quietly stepped through the open door into the training ground.
Crash!
The moment my feet touched the ground, a deafening roar erupted as if the earth itself were collapsing.
Turning my gaze toward the sound, I saw Karun and Aris Zigheart thrusting their blades toward each other’s throats.
Clang!
Their aura-wrapped swords collided violently, sending blue sparks cascading across the training ground.
Screech!
Despite their flesh tearing from the clash of their formidable auras, neither Karun nor Aris retreated, unleashing deadly sword strikes at one another.
‘Are they sparring?’
I examined the black sword in Aris’s hand amid the grand waves of transcendent auras colliding.
‘So she did obtain that black sword.’
I had suspected that when she left Pedrick’s Residence, she would have gone to Mirtan Village to acquire it.
She seemed quite accustomed to wielding the power contained within the blade.
‘Are they venting some accumulated feelings toward each other?’
I exhaled softly as I observed their sparring match.
‘Why are they fighting so viciously?’
Karun and Aris weren’t engaged in a simple training match—they thrust their blades toward each other’s hearts as if facing a mortal enemy.
Watching them swing their swords with full power without even noticing that Glen and I had arrived, it seemed they truly intended to kill one another.
Boom!
The two continued exchanging blows until their limbs were completely drained of strength. After about an hour, the endless stream of sword strikes gradually began to subside.
Whoosh!
Karun and Aris dropped their swords as if they had been waiting for this moment and collapsed where they stood.
“You’re too stable.”
Aris furrowed her brow as she looked at Karun.
“Sometimes you need to be provocative and move aggressively to create variables, but you’re so stable that your moves are predictable.”
She scoffed, saying he was easy to fight against.
“I’ll offer some advice too. You fight entirely on instinct without using your head at all.”
Karun let out a hollow laugh as if exasperated.
“Fighting on instinct isn’t necessarily bad, but if you don’t use your head at all, you’re no different from a beast. Actually, you’re worse than a beast.”
He too frankly pointed out Aris’s shortcomings, returning her criticism in kind.
“I was thinking while I fought!”
Aris furrowed her brow, insisting that she had been thinking hard as she swung her sword.
“Is your head just not working? Then there’s no hope…”
Karun waved his hand provocatively.
“You’re just too scared to fight! You don’t have the confidence to step into my range, do you?”
Aris Zigheart glared at Karun and clenched her teeth.
“Then shall we go again? Fiercely, like beasts.”
“Fine. I’ll show you something amazing! While thinking about it!”
Karun and Aris Zigheart immediately rose and clashed their blades again. Though their strength and aura had diminished considerably, a flow and vitality that hadn’t existed before now blossomed between their swords.
“This is….”
I swallowed dryly and turned to Glen Zigheart.
“Symbiotic training. It’s a method where warriors of similar skill awaken each other’s strengths and weaknesses while growing together.”
Glen Zigheart nodded, noting that while Karun was stronger, they were moving in coordination to some degree.
“Symbiotic training….”
I smacked my lips.
‘I’m actually envious of this.’
The ability to clash at full strength with an opponent of similar skill and grow together was achingly enviable.
‘Who is there right now that matches me?’
By my estimation, only Heekyuk Je. If I looked a bit broader, perhaps Guisalchang might be possible as well.
“Do you know why those two have been training until now?”
Glen Zigheart pointed his finger at me, the one that had been indicating Karun and Aris Zigheart.
“It’s all because of you.”
“…Because of me?”
My mouth fell open at this unexpected answer.
“Karun doesn’t want to fall behind you. He’s vowed to catch up with you no matter what it takes. And Aris Zigheart said she wants to repay what she received from you.”
Glen Zigheart laughed, saying that the reason Karun and Aris Zigheart have been training all this time is because of me.
….
I watched Karun and Aris Zigheart in silence. Seeing the two of them wielding their blades while bleeding and sweating, my heart resonated as if struck by a drum.
-To not give up even after seeing your growth, the True Demon King’s expectations were surpassed.
Wrath let out a hollow laugh while looking at Karun.
-I thought he was unremarkable until now, but I see him differently now.
He nodded heavily, saying that he was indeed the father of the eye-ball guy for a reason.
‘Right.’
I bit my lip while watching Karun unfold refined swordsmanship despite cold sweat dripping down my face.
‘This is the first person who hasn’t given up and keeps chasing after me.’
To be honest, I was cheating in this world.
Wrath’s stats and traits, the Ring of Fire, and even Manhwagong. I harmonized each of these absurdly overpowered abilities to reach transcendence at an age in my twenties.
Anyone would lose their strength and give up seeing that impossible growth, but Karun didn’t fall—he got back up and started running again.
Seeing him training through the night with Aris Zigheart to catch up to me, both admiration and astonishment flowed out simultaneously.
‘The same goes for her.’
Aris Zigheart still hadn’t finished organizing her heart. Both body and spirit must be exhausted, yet I was so grateful that she stood there with the desire to help me.
….
I slowly rose from watching the sparring between Karun and Aris Zigheart.
“Leaving already?”
“My hands are itching for a fight.”
I grasped the blade of the Heavenly Sword and smiled serenely.
“I need to climb higher myself so I don’t fall behind those two.”
With a firm resolve never to lose, I descended toward the Training Ground’s exit.
“Hm….”
Glen Zigheart leaned back in his chair, a rich laugh escaping his lips.
“In my twilight years, blessings of children and grandchildren pour down all at once. Of course, all of this is thanks to you.”
He watched my retreating figure with a warm smile as I left the Training Ground.
‘Thank you, Raon.’
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A week later.
I stood upon the platform in a black uniform, looking down at the swordsmen of Gale Wind Hall.
“Today, we journey to Valcar, the heart of the Continent where the Five Emperors Conference convenes.”
I nodded to the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen, who radiated sharp auras as sharp as stone statues of knights.
“This conference could reshape the very landscape of the coming war. And it is our Gale Wind Hall that has the honor of representing the Head of House at this crucial gathering.”
I exhaled deeply and raised my fingers.
“As you know, many still refuse to believe we completely destroyed the Black Tower. Some think we’re pawns of the Four Demons, others are simply paranoid, but convincing such people is a waste of time.”
I stepped forward from the platform. Behind me, golden flames like demonic wings erupted into being.
“Show them your strength. Prove to the doubters through force who we are and what we’ve accomplished. Engrave the name Gale Wind Hall into their very minds.”
“We accept your command!”
The Gale Wind Hall swordsmen placed their hands over their left chests where their hearts beat, their voices rising so thunderously the ground trembled.
“Then let us depart.”
I descended from the platform. As I swept through the center of the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen, my black robe—which reached down to my knees—billowed majestically behind me.
Thud.
With each step I took forward, the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen followed, their hands resting upon their sword hilts.
Whoooosh!
As I and the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen advanced toward Valcar, we emanated a noble aura as if we were the master blade of a great general.

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