The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 985

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Chapter 985

-A new title? And it’s related to lizards too?

Wrath approached with his eyes wide open.

-You gave me Dragon Slayer or something before!

He furrowed his brow, questioning why I was giving him the same title again.

‘This one’s different from that title.’

I waved my hand in front of Wrath’s eyes.

‘Dragon Slayer was a title I received for defeating a dragon for the first time.’

I pointed to the new title 【Dragon Killer】 and continued.

‘Dragon Killer is a title I obtained for hunting multiple lizards.’

Generally, titles like Killer or Slaughterer could only be obtained after defeating numerous individuals, not just one or two.

It was clear that I had earned the Dragon Killer title because I had hunted many dragons over time.

‘Now that I think about it, I have hunted quite a lot. Starting with Kaibar, I defeated three lizards that attacked the Grand Forest, and today I killed Desiuros as well.’

Among the people currently remaining on the Continent, it seemed I had defeated the most dragons.

‘At this rate, earning a Killer title is perfectly justified.’
-Grrrrgh….

Wrath trembled silently with clenched fists, having nothing more to say after hearing my explanation.

‘Now that you understand, be quiet and let me check the rewards.’

I pushed Wrath aside as he wavered like a candle flame in the wind.

-I won’t have it! This is my mouth, and I shall toy with it as I please!

Wrath shrieked in protest, making it clear he had no intention of staying quiet.

‘Even children wouldn’t do something like that.’

I shook my head and checked the reward message once more.

[You have successfully hunted an Ancient Dragon.]
[All ability points increase by 10.]
[The grade of the trait 【Authority Enhancement】 rises.]
[The grade of the trait 【Authority Operation】 rises.]
[A new title 【Dragon Slayer】 is created.]

Perhaps because I had used Glacsia’s frost and Wrath’s rage at full power during today’s battle, two traits related to authority had risen.

Since both authority-related traits had been low, I was satisfied with just these rewards.

‘Though the points are a bit stingy.’

Unlike when ability points rose by 30 or 50 at a time, the fact that they increased by exactly 10 was somewhat disappointing.

Since my current ability stats were already so high, a mere 10-point increase didn’t feel like much of a difference.

-This is absolutely insane!

Wrath thrust his face forward and gnashed his teeth.

-All you did was sever a breath attack, and yet what more could you possibly expect!

He was outraged, claiming the reward he’d just received was excessive.

‘Well, he has a point.’

I chuckled and smacked my lips.

‘It is true that I did less than usual.’

Unlike when I handled every situation from start to finish, this time I had only stepped in once, so it made sense that the reward was smaller.

‘That System is truly fair, isn’t it.’
-Fair? Faaaaaair?

Wrath’s eyes trembled violently.

-I want to tear open that flower-garden head of yours! You just keep showering him with endless gifts—what fairness is that! My true body is now nothing but bones and skin!

He gnashed his teeth, muttering that he would destroy the System the moment he returned to the Demon Realm.

‘I’ll worry about that later.’

I left Wrath to his fury and examined the final title floating before me.

【Dragon Slayer】
A title bestowed upon warriors who have slain five or more dragons.
It generates an aura that allows the title holder and nearby warriors to more easily penetrate a dragon’s scales and mana.
The title’s owner emanates an aura that instills fear in dragons.

I widened my eyes as I read through the description of the 【Dragon Slayer】 title.

‘This is actually incredible.’

The fact that the aura to penetrate dragon scales and mana wasn’t limited to myself alone but could be shared with those around me was frankly broken.

With this ability, the swordsmen of Gwangpung Hall alone could likely take down most mature dragons.

‘The ability I alone can wield isn’t bad either.’

Dragons, as arbiters of the world, possess Dragon Fear—an ability that suppresses the souls of other races.

The 【Dragon Slayer】 title had created a power that turned this fear back upon dragons who had forgotten their role as arbiters.

It was essentially a mandate to crush all dragons who had abandoned their faith.

-Why does a title have such diverse abilities!

Wrath furrowed his brow, questioning why the abilities were so varied.

-Don’t you dare speak such nonsense about fairness again!

He gnashed his teeth, saying the System was recklessly handing out power.

-If the System shields you, even the True Demon King cannot interfere….
‘Think about it carefully.’

I jabbed Wrath with my elbow.

‘If Gwangpung and I keep hunting Dragons, who’s going to eat all that meat? Huh?’
-W-well, I suppose the True Demon King would eat it….
‘Exactly! So instead of interfering, you should help us more.’

I nodded, telling him that if he wanted to enjoy various roasted lizard dishes, he shouldn’t interfere but should help Gwangpung instead.

-Ah, I see! The True Demon King must help!

Wrath’s eyes widened as if everything made perfect sense now.

-Then what are we waiting for! Go back at once and train those wretches!

He waved his round hands, saying he wanted to raise them to the level where each could hunt at least one Dragon.

‘That’s going to be tough….’
-What difficulty exists! If you do it, it will be done!

Wrath snorted loudly, declaring he would help.

‘Sigh….’

I exhaled heavily as I watched the excited Wrath.

‘If Derus Robert were as simple-minded as this creature, the war would already be over.’

It was truly bewildering how the Demon Lord of Wrath could be so naive, while the swordmaster who bore the title Cheongeomseong was such a cunning fiend.

“Master!”

As I recalled Derus Robert’s twisted gaze, Dorian burst out from the collapsed Desiuros’s lair.

“I’ve gathered everything!”

Dorian waved his hand, saying he had gathered all the treasures that were in the Lair.

“Already?”
“Yes. Thanks to everyone’s help, I was able to move quickly!”

He nodded, explaining that with the assistance of Latiru and the other Dwarves, he had managed to collect all the treasures from the Lair.

Given how little time it took, it seemed the treasure wasn’t as abundant as I had imagined.

“I’ve never seen a pouch like that before.”
“How does he fit such volume into such a small space…?”
“Is it an ancient artifact?”

The Dwarves, more intrigued by Dorian’s pouch than anything else, licked their lips as they watched him.

“Curiosities aside, let’s verify later. For now, let’s depart.”

I nodded, gazing at the sun still hanging brilliantly in the sky.

“To Zigheart.”

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“Hmm.”

Iliun, the Chief Steward of external affairs, blinked blankly.

“It feels like every time I return from a mission, there are more people…”

He exhaled softly, observing Raon and the hostages of Desiuros standing behind the Gwangpung Corps.

“They are people who were being held captive by the Dragon. Since the entire village had already disappeared, I brought them along.”

Iliun, being the Chief Steward responsible for external affairs of Zigheart, explained the circumstances of the people behind him.

“You’ve all been through quite an ordeal.”

Iliun observed the Dwarf and the humans’ disheveled appearance and nodded heavily.

“But even without circumstances like these, I would trust the words of the Master.”

He nodded calmly, as if affirming his faith in me. Judging by how he continued to elevate his speech as he had before, it seemed his trust was genuine.

“Please, come inside.”

Iliun counted only the number of hostages before opening the Main Gate of Zigheart.

“Thank you. If anything happens, I will take full responsibility.”

I expressed my gratitude and bowed respectfully.

“No, no. Since I let you in, it’s my responsibility.”

Iliun laughed heartily, saying that matters concerning the Main Gate of Zigheart were his own affair. That laugh alone stirred a deep sense of affection toward him.

“Has the Head of House returned?”
“He returned a week ago. I sent word ahead, so he should be waiting for you.”

Iliun nodded, saying I should head straight to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Then.”

I bowed respectfully to Iliun before ascending the Main Street leading to the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Is this Zigheart?”
“The scale seems even larger than what we heard.”
“I can feel sharp sword energy from all directions. It’s no wonder they’re a renowned sword clan.”

The Dwarf and the humans who had been held hostage by Desiuros marveled at Zigheart’s grandeur and martial prowess, letting out exclamations of wonder with each step.

“It’s Gwangpung Hall.”
“They said they went to capture the Dragon, but did they fail?”
“No way. Since they brought back the Dwarf and the humans, they must have succeeded!”
“They hunted down an ancient Dragon hiding so well and returned this quickly?”
“Insane. Isn’t Gwangpung Hall ranked first in current performance?”
“The Central Intelligence Agency and Hyunmu Division are still higher. They might catch up soon, though….”

In contrast, the Zigheart swordsmen seemed astonished by Gwangpung Hall’s swift mission completion, their eyes widening with admiration.

“What, this much?”
“Yeah. It’s basic. Basic!”
“Ehehehehe….”

The Gwangpung Hall swordsmen squirmed like earthworms, clearly pleased by the praise from others.

‘Already loosened up. Anyway… hm?’

I chuckled softly and turned my gaze, catching sight of Latiru. His expression had grown grave, as though he were being dragged toward a slaughterhouse.

“Latiru? Are you alright?”

I bent my knees and bowed to meet his eyes.

“Is something troubling you?”
“No, nothing hurts. It’s just….”

Latiru swallowed hard as he watched the Zigheart Family Estate drawing steadily closer.

“I was thinking of the Northern Destruction King.”
“The Head of House?”
“Yes. I’ve heard Glen Zigheart is a cold ruler who wouldn’t shed a single drop of blood even if pierced by a sword. I’m not sure how to persuade someone bearing the title of Northern Destruction King….”

He seemed to be racking his brain not only for his own sake, but to have the other Dwarves and humans accepted by Zigheart as well.

“Well, I think you don’t need to worry too much about that.”

I smiled and shook my head.

“You’ve changed quite a bit from when you were known by that epithet, the Northern Destruction King.”
“Really, is that so?”
“Yes.”

I nodded to Latiru, whose eyes had widened.

“These days, the Head of House is called by epithets like the Thunder God or the Sword God. It may feel as though he’s grown more distant from humanity, but in reality, he’s become far more human than before.”

I explained that Latiru would understand if he saw the Head of House directly, then entered the Patriarch’s Hall.

“As the Lord Commander said, there shouldn’t be any real problems.”

Burren Zigheart smiled pleasantly, saying everything would work out well.

“The Head of House will accept you readily, so just prepare yourself for work.”

Martha patted Latiru on the shoulder, telling him not to worry.

“He said he’d become a slave….”

Lunan Slion nodded, saying the Head of House would accept him if he worked hard.

“Show some respect to your elders!”

Burren Zigheart frowned at Lunan and Martha, pleading with them not to embarrass Gwangpung Hall.

“I still find the Head of House a bit frightening….”

Dorian swallowed hard, saying the fear he’d felt since childhood still lingered.

“He’s just a coward. There’s really nothing to worry about!”

Crain pushed Latiru and the Dwarves forward, saying they’d naturally understand once they entered the Audience Chamber.

‘I understand their concern, but….’

I felt the worry emanating from Latiru and the Dwarves following behind me and let out a quiet laugh.

‘The Head of House has indeed changed.’

The Glen of old would have likely refused to accept them into the Zigheart Family, no matter how he heard their circumstances.

But the Glen of now is a God of the Sword with a human heart. Rather, he would comfort their hearts and gladly welcome them into the Family.

I recalled Glen, who would surely be smiling, and stepped into the wide-open Audience Chamber.

“The Gwangpung Corps has returned. Head of House, I—” I paused.

As I announced our return from the mission and prepared to greet Glen, I noticed his complexion had turned pitch-black.

“Gasp!”
“Ugh…”
“Y-yes, truly the Northern Destruction King…”

The Dwarf and the humans swallowed hard at the rough aura emanating from Glen.

“Mm…”

Latiru bit his lip, noting that Glen’s expression was exactly the one he had worn during his anguish.

“Head of House?”

I widened my eyes in bewilderment.

“What has happened in my absence?”

My heart trembled, for this was an expression I had not seen from Glen in recent times.

“Something did.”

Glen nodded heavily.

“You came far too late!”

He furrowed his brow, demanding why I hadn’t contacted him if I was going to be late.

Rumble!

With such sincerity behind his words, the entire Patriarch’s Hall trembled as though it might collapse.

“Phew, that was exhausting to block.”
“Hehehehe….”

Sheryl and Roen shook their heads, remarking that Glen had nearly gone into that desert himself.

“Ah….”

I stared at Glen, whose brows were deeply furrowed, my mouth falling open.

-Sigh….

Wrath exhaled a long breath as if he’d expected this all along.

-There goes that stubborn old fool again.

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“…And so we captured Desiuros and returned with these individuals.”

I finished recounting everything and slowly lifted my gaze. Glen’s rigid expression had softened like spring snow melting away.

‘The displeasure seems to have faded.’

Glen nodded with satisfaction, as if delighted by my accomplishments and those of the Gwangpung Hall. All irritation and gloom had vanished from his face.

“Good work.”

Glen nodded calmly.

“Especially you, Gwangpung Hall. Facing an ancient dragon with your own strength alone couldn’t have been easy, yet you performed admirably.”

He spoke with genuine praise and even clapped his hands.

“No, no. We simply followed the leader’s instructions well….”

Burren seemed flustered by the direct praise and quickly bowed at the waist.

“The Room of Self did help us, but we are quite strong ourselves!”

Martha lifted her chin with a hint of bravado.

“It was easy….”

Lunan nodded bluntly, as if speaking the genuine truth rather than boasting.

Though their answers differed, all three could not hide their joy at receiving praise from Glen Zigheart.

“Did you bring Desiuros’s corpse as well?”

Glen Zigheart looked at me with curiosity.

“Yes. Many of his scales have been severed, but given his massive size, there should be plenty of usable material.”

I nodded, mentioning that I had not yet separated the Dragon Heart.

“Mirtan Village will be busy for quite some time then.”

Glen Zigheart smacked his lips, thinking that Borgos and Balkan would have their hands full.

“There is something I wish to discuss with you.”

I stepped forward before Glen Zigheart’s platform and lowered my head.

“I would like to request that these people be accepted into the Zigheart Family.”

I extended my hand backward, gesturing toward Latiru, the Dwarf, and the hostages who had been imprisoned.

“As I mentioned, all of them were captured by Desiuros and spent a long time crafting jewels and gold. Their ability to handle heat and their craftsmanship are impressive enough to satisfy a Dragon, so they would be of great benefit to us.”

I made my request and bowed to Glen Zigheart.

“I, I should have said something….”

Latiru bit his lip and stepped toward my side.

“I understand it’s presumptuous to ask another favor of my savior. But I wish to repay your kindness by doing what I do best.”

He knelt, asking me to accept.

“Please, accept our request!”

The Dwarf and the humans bowed deeply, pleading for my acceptance.

“Hmm….”

Glen lifted his crimson eyes and examined each of the hostages who had been held by Desiuros.

“Can the Master of Gwangpung Hall take responsibility for their identities?”

He gestured with his finger as if to say that came first.

“Of course.”

Raon closed his eyes after declaring he would take full responsibility.

“Then it is well.”

Glen smiled faintly and gazed at Latiru and the people behind him.

“Since the Master of Gwangpung Hall has vouched for your identities, I shall accept all of you into the Zigheart Family.”

He gave his confirmation in the name of the Head of House and nodded.

“Th-thank you so much!”
“We are truly grateful!”

Latiru and the Dwarves bowed to Glen before bending deeply toward Raon.

“It’s nothing.”

Raon simply said it was good and smiled warmly at Latiru and the others.

-Anyway, you old codger.

Wrath wrinkled the bridge of his nose as he looked at Glen.

‘Why are you doing that?’
-Your true intentions are written all over your face.
‘True intentions?’
-You mentioned your own name to those hostages, making them feel gratitude not just toward yourself, but toward you as well. They say when you grow old, you become a fox indeed.

Wrath lowered his brows, realizing Glen was capable of such cunning.

‘Ah….’

I bit my lip slightly as I watched Glen smile faintly. Now that I thought about it, Wrath’s words seemed to ring true.

“Master Glen.”

Just as I was thinking to thank Glen, Dorian waved his hand.

“Should we take it out?”

Dorian smacked his lips eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait to open the spatial pouch.

“That?”

Glen narrowed his eyes, as if asking what he meant.

“We have treasures we brought from Desiuros’s Lair. I’d like you to use them as funds for the war.”

I smiled faintly and gestured to Dorian.

“Then let me take them out!”

Dorian grinned and opened the spatial pouch, and gold ingots and jewels began pouring out from the Black Hole like a tidal wave.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!

In no time, more than half of the Patriarch’s Hall was filled with gold ingots and jewels, leaving barely any space for people to stand.

“What, what is this!”
“There’s way too much!”
“Did we really recover all of this?”

The executives widened their eyes in astonishment.

“Why is there so much!”

I was equally shocked, my mouth falling open. I had been too focused on rescuing the hostages to examine the Treasury properly, and I never expected such a quantity.

“We haven’t even taken everything out yet.”

Dorian shook his head, indicating that plenty of gold artifacts remained.

“Stop! That’s enough.”

I waved my hand to close Dorian’s pocket when the Audience Chamber pillars were more than half filled with treasure.

“Ahem….”

Glen also seemed flustered by the sheer volume of wealth, releasing an awkward cough.

“All of this for the war budget?”

He blinked repeatedly at the mountain of gold ingots and jewels, as if the sight was beyond comprehension.

“Yes. Please accept it. The rest as well….”
“That’s enough. Let Gwangpung Hall use the remaining assets.”

Glen waved his hand to stop me when I tried to offer more.

“Right, right.”
“We won’t need anything more here.”
“Yes. Yes….”

The other executives also nodded blankly, still reeling from the shock.

“Well then. We can discuss the rest later. You must be exhausted, so head back for today.”

Glen waved his hand toward me and the Gwangpung Corps standing behind the mountain of gold ingots.

“Thank you.”

I smiled and bowed my head.

“Then I’ll escort these people to Mirtan Village.”

I needed to retrieve the Dragon’s corpse and speak with Borgos, so it made sense to go there myself.

“Very well.”

Glen nodded to me, his eyes shining with even greater pride than before.

“Then.”

I bowed to Glen and led everyone out of the Audience Chamber.

“Th-thank you so much.”

Latiru bowed again, his gratitude evident.

“It was only natural.”

I waved my hand, saying there was no need for such formalities.

“I’ll guide you to Mirtan right away. However, once we arrive, don’t start working immediately—you must rest first.”

I made it clear that both the Dwarves and the humans were exhausted and needed to recover before thinking about work.

“Mm, understood. I shall follow the words of my benefactor.”

Latiru hesitated, as if he had been planning to start work right away, but then nodded in agreement.

“Then we’ll depart immediately. If we leave now, we should arrive before evening….”

I was about to leave the Patriarch’s Hall and head toward Mirtan Village.

Whoosh.

A single rolled piece of paper fell above his head.

‘What is this?’

I narrowed my eyes and examined the paper. Given that it had fallen before I could sense it, it appeared to be an application of teleportation magic.

‘There’s a familiar scent….’

With a pang of longing, I unfolded the yellowed paper.

[Eden Headquarters. Below the Crater at Baekryeong Mountain Summit.]

The paper contained the location of Eden Headquarters.

But there was nothing else written on it.

“What is this….”

I narrowed my eyes and flipped the paper over, then froze in place.

[Thank you for treating me as a person.]

From the trembling handwriting, I could sense that person’s pristine yet alluring fragrance.

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