The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 972

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Chapter 972

“Raon changed your daughter?”

Glen Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he regarded the blue-haired man.

“What do you mean by that?”
“Our daughter possessed exceptional talent, but her personality was twisted, and she caused many troubles. However, after meeting this young man, she has changed considerably.”

The blue-haired man raised his hand gracefully, gesturing toward Raon.

“I came out first because I wanted to express my gratitude.”

He offered a faint smile, as if he had truly come merely to pay his respects.

“Sigh, that madman….”

Chamber exhaled a long sigh, her hand pressed to her forehead as if this were a familiar occurrence.

‘Hmm….’

I furrowed my brow as I studied the blue-haired man before me.

‘This man is the King of Valcar…?’

The man possessed striking blue hair that seemed to contain the depths of the sea itself. With his apparent age in his late twenties to early thirties and the immense mana he radiated, I had assumed he was Valcar’s hidden weapon, but I never imagined he would be the king.
I thought he was a secret weapon Valcar was hiding, given his apparent age in his late twenties to early thirties and the enormous mana he possessed, but I never imagined he was the King.

“My name is Xanthos Ruin Valkar.”

The King of Valcar bowed his head briefly, as if he had come not as a king but as a father.

“…I am Raon Zigheart of the Room of Self in Zigheart.”

Raon placed his hand on his chest and bowed deeply at the waist.

“You should bow your head to me.”

I never expected the King of Valcar himself to bow first, regardless of coming as a father.
Flustered, my voice cracked without my realizing it.

“Jeina has caused you considerable trouble in many ways. Thank you for looking after her to the end.”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar laughed, saying that thanks to me, Jeina’s nature seemed to have changed in the right direction.

“I didn’t do anything.”

I stared blankly at Xanthos Ruin Valkar before shaking my trembling hands.

‘This is bewildering.’

Despite his position and honor as a king, he greeted me first—someone far younger—and spoke with deference. It was overwhelming.

“You seem far more bashful than what my daughter told me.”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar drew a faint smile and smacked his lips.

“What did the Princess say about me?”
“She called you an ignorant wild boar who charges ahead without thinking of the consequences.”

He tilted his chin, saying that meeting me in person, I seemed not like a boar but like a dragon soaring through the heavens.

-A dragon, my foot!

Wrath shook his head rapidly in denial.

-This fool charges headlong into everything and sees it through! And his greed is even greater!

He flailed both arms, insisting I shouldn’t be viewed favorably.

“…I simply choose my people carefully.”

I pushed Wrath aside and lowered my gaze.

“Choose your people carefully?”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar laughed, brushing back his blue-tinted hair.

“Normally, those words would sound unpleasant, but coming from the Room of Self, they don’t sound so bad at all.”

He shrugged, suggesting that the person speaking mattered more than the words themselves.

“Ah, Dad? No, wait—Father!”

Jeina, who had arrived late, widened her eyes upon seeing Xanthos Ruin Valkar.

“What are you doing here!”

She bit her lip nervously and rushed toward Xanthos Ruin Valkar.

“It wasn’t me who replaced our daughter—it was some outsider man, and I was annoyed enough to come see for myself.”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar called it a simple greeting and patted Jeina on the back.

“No, no, no, no, no!”

Jeina shrieked, her face flushing crimson.

“What are you saying! That’s not it! It’s not!”

She had returned to her original temperament, shouting and flailing her arms.

“Father, please go! Everyone is waiting!”

Jeina placed her hand on Xanthos Ruin Valkar’s back and pushed him toward the Royal Palace.

“The conference is boring anyway. Room of Self, how about you and I have a beer together, leaving the old men and women behind?”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar made a gesture as if inviting him to join and drink beer.

“Damn Your Highness….”

Chamber lifted her hat slightly, her voice tight as if gritting her teeth.

“This is embarrassing. Shall we just head to the conference hall?”

Thick veins bulged across her forehead as if she were about to explode.

“Hmm….”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar couldn’t ignore Chamber’s words either, swallowing dryly.

“N-No, I was just joking. You’re taking this too seriously.”

He waved his hand dismissively as if it were all a jest and stepped back.

“Head of House, let’s go. I’ll show you the way.”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar approached Glen Zigheart’s side, as if trying to evade Chamber’s gaze.
Glen approached his side.

“I see. But….”

Glen Zigheart followed behind Xanthos Ruin Valkar and slowly opened his lips.

“How exactly did the Room of Self switch out the Princess? Can you explain in detail?”

He tilted his head slightly as if curious.

“Would you like me to tell you?”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar’s ears perked up as he slowed his pace.

“I’m somewhat curious about it.”

Glen Zigheart smacked his lips slowly, clearly far more than just “somewhat” curious.

“As I mentioned earlier, my child had quite a few bad habits. She thought the entire world belonged to her.”
“I see.”

He readily agreed, eager to hear Raon’s story.

“Being the youngest, I indulged her, and since she was talented, I kept saying yes to everything. I was troubled about how to fix her personality when she received a harsh lesson from the Room of Self at the Camelun Underground Auction House. From that point on, Jeina began to change gradually.”
“Dad!”

Jeina stomped her foot loudly, pleading for him to stop.

“In truth, her temperament grew even more vicious after that, but fortunately, her encounters with the Room of Self didn’t end there. When she clashed with the Apostles, her pride crumbled entirely….”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar laughed with evident delight as he recounted each of the ordeals Jeina had endured.

“Ugh….”

Jeina bit her lip until it bled with indignation, but she lacked the audacity to interrupt the conversation between Glen Zigheart and Xanthos Ruin Valkar.

“I, that is….”

Jeina pulled her hood up as if to escape my gaze and turned away.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of your past.”

I tilted my chin slightly toward Jeina.

“…because it’s true that I did shameful things.”

Jeina exhaled heavily, unable to escape her embarrassment.

“If you were still that inadequate person now, then yes, you should be ashamed. But….”

I shook my head, watching Jeina gnaw at her lip.

“You’ve become an entirely different person from who you were then. Now, rather than being ashamed of your past, you can take pride in having escaped from that inadequacy.”

I slowly raised my finger and held it before Jeina.

“Because changing for the better is far more difficult than being born with such a nature.”

I’ve observed countless people, yet only Karun has undergone such a dramatic transformation.

Jeina has achieved her own change as well, so now it’s time for her to accept her shameful past and move forward.

“Ah….”

Jeina’s eyes widened in surprise at my words.

“Well, you’ve certainly changed a lot. At first, there were moments when I wanted to slap you every second.”

Martha nodded, acknowledging the changes even though she still harbored reservations in her heart.

“As you said, Room of Self, she is indeed an excellent Princess now. She stood at the forefront of her subordinates throughout the war against the Black Tower.”

Burren Zigheart laughed, amazed at Jeina’s transformation.

“Her expression has improved….”

Lunan Slion nodded, noting that Jeina’s complexion had brightened above all else.

“Honestly, at first her face was so intimidating that it was hard to approach her, but now her aura has become much softer.”

Dorian scratched the back of his neck and let out a refreshing laugh. It seemed all the more remarkable since he and Raon had been among the first to meet Jeina.

“Ah….”

Jeina appeared startled by the changed assessments from Raon and the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen, and the staff in her hand slipped from her grasp.

“Th-thank you.”

She lowered her head, concealing the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

“That damn King was getting on my nerves, but seeing these kids has lifted my spirits a bit.”

Chamber exhaled the breath she’d been holding, saying that merely looking at them purified her heart.

“Are you feeling any better physically?”

Raon approached Chamber and examined her condition.

“I’d like to say I’m fine, but I’m not.”

Chamber sighed and shook her head.

“It seems I pushed myself too hard. My Upper Dantian isn’t recovering.”

She bit her lip, realizing this wasn’t an injury that would heal easily.

“Olga. If you were as you are now….”

Raon turned to look at Olga, who stood with the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen.

“It’s useless.”

Chamber shook her head as she gazed at Olga.

“This wound isn’t physical—it’s a spiritual one. And since I inflicted it directly, holy power cannot erase it.”

She smiled, saying she was grateful that at least the physical wounds had been healed back in Montiro.

“Chamber is right. There’s nothing I can do….”

Olga clicked her tongue roughly, as if disappointed.

“And rather than relying on others’ help, I need to recover through my own strength to return to my former realm. That’s the nature of transcendence.”

Chamber shook her head, saying that accepting help from others wasn’t ideal.

“Let’s head in as well.”

She gestured toward Xanthos and Glen, who were already moving ahead, indicating it was time to enter the conference hall.

“I’ll show you the way.”

Jeina wiped her eyes with her sleeve and stepped forward again.

I followed Jeina into the massive white building, where crimson silk hung like curtains.

The corridor inside was lined with walls and ceilings that blended yellow and white, creating an atmosphere that felt both ornate and warm.

“Everyone else has already arrived. The grand conference, including the Neutral Factions, will be held in four days.”

Chamber winked with one eye, implying that the real meeting would happen in four days.

“Shall we go in then?”
“Just a moment.”

I stopped before entering the conference hall and turned around.

“Rest outside.”

I ordered the Gwangpung Hall swordsmen to take a break.

“Yes!”
“And….”

I raised a finger while watching the swordsmen respond with wide-open mouths.

“You remember what I said this morning, right?”
“Of course.”

The swordsmen nodded immediately, as if they naturally understood.

“Martha. You can rampage if you want.”
“Really?”

Martha exhaled sharply as if she couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah. I’ll take responsibility. Do as you please.”

I nodded and lowered my hand.

“You might regret those words. Let’s go!”

Martha bolted out of the Royal Castle with Lunan slung over her shoulder. It seemed she’d accumulated quite a lot of stress from training.

“Hey! Wait, Master?”

Burren stared with wide eyes, alternating his gaze between my back and Martha’s.

“It’s fine. Enjoy yourself too.”

I chuckled and pushed open the door to the Conference Hall.

A resonant hum echoed through the space.

Six jade thrones stood before a massive round table shaped like the Continent itself, and seated in those chairs were the leaders of the Five Emperors and Xanthos.

“Raon! You’ve finally arrived!”

The first to greet him was Ogram, the Beast Alliance Leader.

“I heard the news! You rescued that old mage!”

Ogram exclaimed that he’d done wonderfully, waving his thick hands like pot lids.

“Brother! I believed in you!”
“You never fail to surprise me.”

Garona and the Sran Tribal Chief, standing behind him, opened their hands in welcome.

“They say the protagonist always arrives late.”

King Lecross nodded with a smile. His complexion appeared dark, suggesting he hadn’t fully recovered yet.

“I owe you greatly, yet I left without properly expressing my gratitude. I apologize.”

The Third Prince Greer bowed deeply in apology.

“You’ve become someone so far beyond reach now. I can’t even bring myself to feel envious.”

Borini Kitten offered a gentle smile and lowered his head.

“Ah, hello?”

Tower Master Larian’s voice emerged muffled, his robe pulled up over his head.

“Raon! It’s been so long! I bought three copies of this book! One for appreciation, one for collection, and one for spreading the word!”

Meanwhile, Yulia, whose frame appeared to have grown larger, waved the biography of Raon Zigheart. Three copies of the same book—I couldn’t fathom the reasoning.

“Thank you for welcoming me so warmly.”

I took a deep breath and bowed to those seated at the Round Table.

“I am Raon Zigheart, Master of Gwangpung Hall.

Since it was a serious occasion, I bowed to everyone before taking my place behind Glen Zigheart, just as Sheryl and Roen did.

“Hmm….”

Glen hummed very softly, clearly delighted that I was receiving everyone’s welcome.

-That old geezer doesn’t even bother hiding it anymore….

Wrath let out an exasperated laugh.

“Sigh, I’m already getting tired.”

Chamber sighed and took a seat beside Xanthos Ruin Valkar.

“Now that everyone is seated, I shall commence the Five Emperors Conference.”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar tapped the Round Table with a solemn gaze, as if he hadn’t been joking moments before.

“The conference is well and good, but there’s something we must do first.”

Ogram rose from his massive frame and looked toward me.

“Shouldn’t we first offer our applause to the mages of Valcar and the swordsmen of Zigheart who made this gathering possible?”

He stomped his feet, insisting that without these two factions, such a meeting would never have come to be.

“Well said. I myself owe my life to Glen Zigheart.”

King Lecross smiled gently and began clapping. Ogram, Xanthos Ruin Valkar, Chamber, and even Tower Master Larian offered their applause to me.

‘Hmm….’

I felt the warm sound of applause wash over my ears and clenched my fists.

‘This feels different.’

Though I had been delighted by the cheers of Valcar’s citizens in the Royal Capital, hearing gratitude from those who stood at the very pinnacle of the Continent made my heart thunder as if it might burst.

“Since the protagonist seems moved, shall we begin now?”

Xanthos Ruin Valkar turned his gaze from Raon and placed his hand on the Round Table. His eyes fell like a sharp axe blade.

“A conference to utterly crush the Four Demons.”

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The Brown Tavern, built on the outskirts of Valcar Royal Capital, was packed shoulder-to-shoulder despite the midday hour, befitting the festival season.

Yet those filling the space were not merely Valcar residents. Representatives of the Neutral Factions invited to the conference were also enjoying drinks from early afternoon.

“Did you see Raon Zigheart?”
“I did. Your eyes naturally gravitate toward his face, don’t they? How does a person look like that?”
“I saw him from the front, and I don’t think even those beings they call angels would look quite like that.”
“Aside from his appearance, his presence is extraordinary. Just looking at him made it feel like my heart would burst.”
“The Gwangpung swordsmen standing behind him also seemed to carry a different caliber….”

The people in the tavern swallowed idle gossip while discussing Raon and Gwangpung, who had just entered the Royal Palace.

“Now that I’ve seen the Room of Self directly today, I can believe the rumor that he killed the Black Tower Master.”

A red-robed mage nodded, calling it a shocking aura.

“I can’t say for certain about that. We know better than anyone. What kind of monster the Black Tower Master is.”

The Blue-Robed Mage still couldn’t believe it, her eyes narrowing in doubt.

“That’s true.”

A red-haired man wearing a martial uniform with a red hawk embroidered on his left chest nodded.

“The Room of Self is definitely strong. The word ‘genius’ suits him well. But killing the Black Tower Master is different.”

He narrowed his eyes deeply.

“The Black Tower Master is ultimately a monster that even Chamber couldn’t capture. For such a being to fall to Raon Zigheart, who was only at the threshold of transcendence? It doesn’t make sense.”

The dark-haired man shook his head, saying it was unreliable information.

“The Black Tower Master has lost his strength too….”
“The Black Tower Master always prioritizes his own safety first. Even if Chamber had finished him, it’s hard to believe that the Gale Wind Hall Master did it.”

He shook his head, saying one shouldn’t believe all rumors.

“I agree. We can’t believe it unconditionally. The Black Tower Master’s corpse was never found.”

The knight in silver armor clicked his tongue briefly.

“Then why are they saying the Black Tower Master is dead?”
“Because if word gets out that such a massive operation failed, it becomes a bigger problem.”

The dark-haired man shook his head, saying one shouldn’t decide their path based solely on rumors spreading outside.

“Now that I think about it, there was no corpse of the Black Tower Master.”

The white-robed mage, drawn in by the dark-haired man’s words, swallowed hard.

“Right. They said it was all burned by the Gale Wind Hall Master’s flames….”
“But burning it like that is strange. Just showing the corpse would boost the morale of the entire Five Emperors, yet their momentum has completely collapsed.”

The dark-haired man shook his head, asking if it wasn’t suspicious.

“Hmm, it’s certainly hard to believe unconditionally.”
“Our lives are on the line too.”
“Plus, if we side with the Five Emperors, we don’t know when the Four Demons will attack us.”

The warriors and mages of the Neutral Factions bit their lips as memories of what they’d endured came flooding back.

“Of course, it’s possible that Raon Zigheart really did capture the Black Tower Master. But we need to keep in mind that there’s also a possibility it didn’t happen. A single choice can determine the course of one’s entire life.”

The dark-haired man raised his fingers, saying they needed to use their heads well.

“Honestly, I’ll acknowledge Raon Zigheart, but the Gale Wind Hall? Not at all. You can tell just by looking at their eyes. They all look dazed. Their realm is high, but they don’t know how to fight.”

It was just as he was trying to disparage the Gale Wind Hall after Raon.

“Then why don’t you show me? How should I fight?”

Martha’s glossy black hair and dark eyes gleamed as she flashed a smile more demonic than any devil’s, seizing the black-haired man’s head in her grip.

“Wait, wait! Just a moment!”
“Why is your tongue so long?”

Martha ignored the black-haired man’s protests and lifted him by his collar.

“Come on! You bastard!”

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