The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 971

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Chapter 971

I led the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall, their bodies and minds honed to razor sharpness, toward the Patriarch’s Hall where Glen awaited.

Upon entering the Audience Chamber, where both iron doors stood open as if ready to collapse, the Heavenly Sword Master stood before the platform in white formal robes, emanating a weighty aura of power.

At the center stood Sheryl, the Heavenly Sword Master, her hair elegantly pinned up. She had been away on external duties, but it seemed she had only recently returned.

A soft breeze swept through.

Glen sat upon the Jade Throne, his chin resting on his hand, his eyes holding a warmth that seemed unfamiliar—a stark departure from the usual emptiness he displayed.

“You’ve come.”

Glen gestured with his chin for me to approach.

I stepped forward.

I walked across the crimson carpet, which seemed to ignite with sacred flames in the sunlight, and stood before Glen.

“I greet the Head of House.”

I knelt on one knee and bowed my head.

“I greet the Head of House!”

The swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall behind me bent their waists in unison with my voice.

“Rise.”

Glen waved his hand lightly.

“You’ll have much to attend to when you go to Valcar to pay your respects, so there’s no need to bow so formally already.”

He told me to straighten my posture and smiled thinly.

“Raon. Or rather, Master of Gwangpung Hall—it’s been a while.”

Sheryl stepped forward and bowed her head slightly.

“Huh? Sheryl, why the sudden formality…?”

I widened my eyes, staring at the top of Sheryl’s head.

“You’re the Patriarch of Zigheart. I can’t treat you carelessly like before.”

Sheryl shrugged, saying she couldn’t speak casually to the head of the family.

“Please don’t. It makes me uncomfortable.”

I sighed briefly, watching Sheryl smile.

-Uncomfortable? There’s no one who enjoys being treated well more than you do!

Wrath snorted, telling me not to lie.

Even if I enjoyed being treated well, I didn’t want to hear formal speech from someone like a mentor.

I had received considerable help from Sheryl and learned dual-sword techniques from her. I preferred not to hear formal speech from someone who had been like a teacher to me.

“Is that so? Then I’ll speak casually as the Patriarch wishes.”

Sheryl immediately dropped the formality, as if it had been a joke from the start.

“Yes, please do.”

I nodded, observing Sheryl’s slightly weary complexion.

“Have you been away this whole time?”
“Of course. I had to clean up after your exploits, and I also checked on the Five Emperors Conference beforehand.”

Sheryl smacked her lips briefly, saying she had been incredibly busy.

“If it’s something I did…”
“What else would it be? The great achievement of destroying the Black Tower. There was plenty of cleanup to handle.”

She brushed her hands clean, saying they had handled the aftermath of the Black Tower themselves. From what she said, it seemed she had been the busiest of all.

“…Thank you.”
“Thank me? I should be thanking you.”

Sheryl laughed and patted my shoulder.

“It was busy, but not difficult. When they heard I came from Zigheart, everyone welcomed me and treated me well.”

She chuckled dryly, saying such hospitality was a first for her.

“I see.”

I recalled the residents of Montiro bowing so deeply their backs nearly broke, and a subtle smile crossed my face.

“Don’t worry. Everyone is doing well.”

Sheryl laughed brightly, as if reading my thoughts.

“Yes. I believe the Heavenly Sword Master took good care of them.”

I nodded, expressing my trust in her.

“I was worried too, but I’m relieved.”

Burren exhaled a sigh of relief while looking at Sheryl.

“You destroyed the Black Tower for them, so of course they should be doing well.”

Martha struck her hand down firmly, declaring there would be no problems ahead.

“Yeah. Just continuing in peace….”

Lunan clasped his hands together as if praying for Montiro’s stability.

Since we’d spent considerable time in Montiro, all the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen seemed to have grown quite attached to it.

“But how are we supposed to get to Valcar?”

I narrowed my eyes while surveying the Patriarch’s Hall. Normally, when traveling from Zigheart to other places, we used the dimensional portal in the inner Magic Tower, but since I’d been summoned to the Patriarch’s Hall today, I was curious about the reason.

“It seems the time hasn’t come yet, so wait a little longer.”

Glen shook his head calmly, as if someone was about to arrive.

“Understood.”
“I have one question myself….”

He lowered his gaze and tilted his chin slightly.

“There’s someone behind you who doesn’t belong to Gale Wind Hall.”

Glen tilted his chin slightly as he looked at the person standing behind me.

“I was about to mention that.”

I stepped back to the left and turned around. Standing behind me was Saint Olga, dressed in a neatly pressed nun’s habit.

“The Saint said she wished to accompany us, so I brought her along.”

I led Olga forward and bowed my head.

“Accompany us?”

Glen furrowed his brows as if questioning the meaning.

“That is….”
“Allow me to explain.”

Olga stepped forward, insisting on speaking for herself.

“I heard from the Room of Self that one of the purposes of this Five Emperors Conference is to draw neutral factions who haven’t yet chosen a side toward the Five Emperors.”

She clasped her hands before her. Perhaps because all her tattoos had been erased, she looked sacred and divine under the gentle sunlight, like a goddess herself.

“I am also known across the Continent by the title of Saint. I thought that if I stand with Zigheart and participate in the Five Emperors Conference, I could be of some help.”

Olga bowed her head to Glen, expressing her desire to accompany them to lend strength to Zigheart’s cause.

-Why does she look like a true saint?

Wrath rubbed his eyes as if something seemed off.

‘She really is the Saint.’

The tattoos that had once covered Saint Olga’s entire body had vanished, and the dark, sun-scorched complexion had faded away cleanly.
With her naturally radiant beauty now enhanced by milk-white skin, she appeared as if a goddess from mythology had descended into the mortal realm.

‘Though her manner of speech is still fierce, of course….’

Saint Olga was merely concealing it in Glen’s presence; even now, she still spoke with the crude tongue of a back alley ruffian.

‘I barely stopped Sister Sia from picking it up.’

Sia had taken an unusual liking to Olga and followed her around all day except during sword training, so her speech patterns had nearly rubbed off on the girl.

“I’m grateful that you would think of Zigheart.”

Glen nodded to Olga, saying he hadn’t expected her to prioritize the family.

“No, sir. I have received far more from the Room of Self.”

Saint Olga bowed deeply, saying the debt she owed Raon was far too great to ever repay.

“R-really?”

Glen Zigheart clenched his lips and turned his head to the left. His fingertips began to tremble slightly.

“In what way is that so?”

Glen seemed to want to hear more praise from Raon, so he subtly shifted his gaze again.

“The Room of Self is the savior of our Shuper Holy Kingdom. It wouldn’t be strange if we gave him the entire kingdom, but he asked for nothing in return and simply left. Moreover, this time he even saved my life when it seemed to be coming to an end.”

Olga turned to look at Raon with her lips slightly bitten.

“As a Saint, I have witnessed countless types of people, but someone like the Room of Self is a first for me.”

She nodded heavily, saying it was the first time she felt the resonance of the soul that God speaks of.

“Kehehehe! Is that all?”

Glen’s cheeks flushed with excitement, his mood already soaring even before the Five Emperors Conference had officially begun.

“Yes. That is what I sensed.”

Saint Olga nodded calmly, as if speaking only the truth.

Uuuuuuuung!

A blue dimensional rift opened beneath the platform, and Princess Jeina of Valcar emerged alongside mages clad in white robes.

“I pay my respects to the sky of Zigheart.”

Jeina bowed deeply to Glen, her hand placed over her heart.

“Yes. It has been a long time.”

Glen nodded gently as he regarded Jeina.

“How is your body now? Are you well?”
“Yes. Thanks to your concern.”

Jeina spoke of her recovery while glancing back at those behind her.

“Valcar has decided to take direct responsibility for this journey. You will be able to travel straight to the Royal Capital without needing to use multiple dimensional gates.”

Glen nodded, acknowledging that both Valcar and the Magic Tower had prepared this passage.

“However, this route is single-use only. After this conference, it cannot be used again.”

Jeina pointed to the blue-tinged dimensional gate she had arrived through, explaining it could only be traversed once.

“Then let us depart.”

Glen rose from the Jade Throne without hesitation.

“Understood.”

Jeina nodded, and the mages behind her raised their staffs.

Uuuuuuung!

Starlight burst from the tips of the staffs as a dimensional gate opened horizontally before them—wide enough for ten people to pass through at once.

“You may enter now.”

Jeina stepped aside, gesturing for Glen Zigheart to go first.

“Now that I think about it, didn’t you tell me to go first?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he looked at Jeina.

“Yes, that’s correct.”
“You certainly do ask for the strangest things.”

He clicked his tongue briefly before taking his place before the dimensional gate.

“I’ll go first, so follow slowly.”

Glen Zigheart gave a light nod and stepped through the dimensional gate first.

“Hehehehe.”
“Yes!”

Roen and Sheryl followed immediately after Glen Zigheart, and the Heavenly Sword Squad entered the gate as well.

“Wait a moment. I think it would be better if those who went first come out before you enter.”

As Raon moved to enter next, Jeina raised her hand to block his path. Unlike before, her formal speech was no longer forced—it flowed naturally and respectfully.

“You’ve changed quite a bit. I suppose you could tear up that contract now?”

Raon smiled faintly as he looked at Jeina.

“I learned and felt a great deal in Montiro.”

Jeina bowed her head, expressing her gratitude for what had transpired in Montiro.

-Wow, this guy really has changed too? I thought he’d just keep squeaking even after death!

Wrath’s mouth fell open in genuine surprise.

‘People do change, I suppose.’

Just as Karun had transformed into a true warrior and a proper adult, even Jeina—who had been a typical worthless royal—seemed to have gained some sense of responsibility.

“Though I don’t recall hearing that someone would be joining us.”

Jeina glanced at Olga standing behind her and raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Do you have a complaint? Should I pay you or something?”

Olga looked up at Jeina, her eyes narrowing.

“No. I was just curious why you’re here.”

Jeina tilted her chin slightly.

“To repay a debt. I don’t like just receiving without giving back.”

Olga regarded Raon with a sullen expression.

“A debt, I see….”

Jeina’s gaze swept between Olga and Raon in turn, and she smacked her lips. There was something she found regrettable, yet something she understood.

“Hey! Stop chattering and let’s go inside already! How much longer do we have to wait!”

Martha stepped forward, rubbing her back as if her waist ached.

“I’m bored….”

Lunan puffed out his cheeks while dragging his finger across the red carpet.

“The dimensional gate has stabilized. Shouldn’t we be able to enter now?”

Burren helped Lunan to his feet and pointed to the dimensional gate, whose tremors had diminished.

“…Yes. You may enter now.”

Jeina nodded, confirming that the dimensional gate had stabilized.

“Then.”

I bowed to Jeina before stepping through the dimensional gate.
As my body experienced a brief sensation of weightlessness, a brilliant light erupted and the world transformed.

Whoooooosh!

Opening my eyes slowly, I saw countless flower petals cascading down before me.

Roaaaaaaaar!

Behind the petals came a deafening roar of cheers that threatened to split the heavens.

The Royal Capital of Valcar. Along the vast thoroughfare leading to the Royal Castle, countless people lined the streets, waving their hands toward me.

“Woooooooah!”
“Zigheart! Zigheart!”
“The Gale Wind Hall has arrived!”
“Sword Master Raon Zigheart!”

The people sent forth magnificent applause and thunderous cheers toward me and the Gale Wind Hall following behind.

“This is….”

I gazed at the endless procession of flower petals and cheers along the royal road, momentarily at a loss for words.

“Since we were unable to hold a proper festival after defeating the Black Tower, I wished to host one during this conference period to ease the people’s tensions.”

Jeina calmly nodded, explaining that a victory celebration festival would commence in Valcar starting today.

“Raon. Wave to them.”

Sheryl approached my side and gently nudged my ribs with her elbow.

“Those people’s smiles are something you brought to them, after all.”

She chuckled, saying they would be even more delighted if I waved back at them.

“Is that so? I don’t think it’s necessary to go that far….”
“The Heavenly Sword Master is right.”

Jeina shook her head firmly.

“Until the Black Tower fell, Valcar—no, the entire Five Emperors were in a terrible state. The enemy hid in the shadows, gradually devouring our forces, yet we had no way to strike back. Every morning brought news of another village crumbling, and everyone was consumed by fear.”

She revealed eyes burning with intense conviction as she shook her head.

“But everything changed when the Black Tower fell. Oma—no, the Four Demons didn’t attack at all. They vanished without a trace. Since it’s been so long since we’ve felt such peace, everyone is celebrating.”

Jeina lifted her chin, agreeing with Sheryl that all their laughter was thanks to me.

“It’s for them that the Room of Self responds to their cheers.”

She smiled faintly, noting that all the citizens here had gathered of their own accord.

“Ahem! There are those with discerning eyes among them.”

Glen’s shoulders trembled with emotion as he heard my name pouring from countless mouths. As the Head of House Zigheart, he seemed to have already forgotten the dignity he should display.

“Well, we did do something.”

Martha waved her hand toward the citizens of Valcar, savoring the moment.

“I’m grateful they recognize it at all.”

Burren also clenched his fist to his chest, moved by emotion.

“We’re heroes….”

Lunan’s mood brightened as well, his eyes half-closed and his posture straightened. He seemed to be mimicking the stance of some noblewoman he’d seen before.

—Forget these cheers and just bring out some decent food!

Wrath waved his hand dismissively, saying he only cared if the food was delicious.

‘Always food….’

As Raon sighed and shook his head, Valcar’s knights standing before the crowd struck the ground with massive spear shafts.

Kuuuuuung!

The tremor of the earth rippled across the entire Royal Capital, and as the crowd’s noise subsided, the knights’ voices rang out.

“The heroes of Zigheart enter!”

As dozens of knights announced Zigheart’s arrival, tremendous roars erupted not only from the street where they stood, but from above and below as well.

“Let’s go.”

Glen’s expression remained cold and stern, as if he had never known joy, as he ascended the Royal Capital’s path lined with flower petals.

‘Hmm….’

Following behind him, I bit my lip slightly.

‘My chest feels so light.’

I had received cheers within Zigheart many times before, but to receive the acclaim of everyone in another faction—and such a massive kingdom as Valcar—made my chest feel as though it might burst with warmth. I never knew such pride could feel so overwhelming.

‘I need to calm down.’

But I couldn’t hold onto this feeling forever. The real war hadn’t even begun yet.

“Let’s go.”

I calmed the heightened emotions of the Gale Wind Hall swordsmen and followed Glen up the Royal Capital’s path.

“Woooooaaaa!”
“Thanks to you, we can finally breathe!”
“May Valcar and we become eternal allies!”
“We are truly grateful!”
“Is that Raon Zigheart? What kind of face is that….”

As we ascended while hearing endless gratitude and praise, the Royal Palace of Valcar soon came into view.

The main gate of the Royal Palace stood wide open as if welcoming them, and before it stood knights, mages, and officials lined up in rows.

“We welcome the heroes of Zigheart!”

The knights, mages, and officials bowed their heads, expressing gratitude for their arrival.

“You are….”

I widened my eyes as I looked at the mages on the right side. Upon closer inspection, they were the mages who had climbed the Magic Tower with me and fought alongside me until the very end.
However, one of them was someone I had never seen before, and I could sense they possessed incredibly strong mana, though not quite at Chamber’s level.

“It has been a while.”

I bowed my head to the mages I recognized.

“Have you been well?”

The mages smiled warmly as they looked at me, seeming delighted.

“That Chamber fellow….”

Glen looked around and furrowed his brow.

“Why did she make such an elaborate spectacle?”

He clicked his tongue, finding it all too ostentatious.

“I’ll have words with her when we meet today….”
“Welcoming heroes is only natural, isn’t it?”

As Glen shook his head in exasperation, Chamber descended from the highest tower of the Royal Palace, using her witch hat as a parachute.

“Enjoy this moment!”

Chamber spoke of this peace as something we might never experience again, a lollipop tucked between her lips.

“Besides, neither these people nor the citizens below were summoned by me. They gathered on their own because you were coming, Raon.”

Chamber waved her hand dismissively, explaining that most of the citizens gathered in the Royal Capital had come because they wanted to see me.

“R-really? Then what…?”

Glen suddenly stopped mid-sentence and let out a dry cough. The corners of his mouth began to tremble slightly. After hearing Chamber’s confirmation once more, he seemed unable to contain his joy.

“I’m telling you, word spread that Raon is coming. It’s absolute chaos. Young, handsome, strong, and loaded with money!”

Chamber laughed, saying Raon was the perfect subject to boast about.

“Hmm, well, that’s true enough.”

Glen whispered to Chamber that they could do it again on the way back.

“Head of House…”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Well, let’s stop joking around…”

Glen’s rounded eyes sharpened once more as they shifted to the right.

“Why is the King of Valcar bowing his head here?”
“The King? Huh? You!”

Chamber now understood and looked toward the mages, crushing the candy in her mouth.

“Ah, as expected, nothing can be hidden from the Brain God.”

A blue-haired man slowly rose from among the robed mages.

“Please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t come as a king, but as a father.”

He looked at me and curved his lips gently upward.

“I wanted to see first who the man was that changed my daughter.”

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