The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 622

Karoon glared at Glenn, who had appeared suddenly.

‘Why is my father here….’

This hospital room was far from the main household. Even Glenn shouldn’t be able to sense this place without some extraordinary means. Karoon couldn’t fathom how he got here.

“Gaaaaah!”

The man in the robe screamed as if his throat was being torn apart, belatedly feeling the bones and flesh in his wrist being crushed.

“G-Glenn Zieghart! Why are you here!”

“You have no right to ask questions.”

Glenn shoved his fist into the robed man’s mouth.

Crunch!

The man’s teeth were knocked out like kernels of corn. This was to prevent him from using the poison hidden in his mouth.

“Urgh…”

The man in the robe groaned strangely and collapsed. Glenn’s thunder energy seemed to have paralyzed him completely, making it impossible for him to move even a finger.

“Where did you come from?”

Glenn knelt the man on the floor and twisted his jaw. Though brief, it was a question loaded with implications.

“Kuh…”

The man in the robe only groaned without answering, bending over.

“You don’t have to speak if you don’t want to.”

Glenn tilted his head slightly, as if allowing the man to do as he pleased. Red thunder flashed, and the man started convulsing, flailing his limbs as if in a seizure.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Red flowers bloomed on the man’s white robe. Glenn’s thunder energy burned his entire body, making blood ooze out of his pores.

“Guh…”

The man’s complexion turned blue from the excruciating pain, and he gasped for breath.

Karoon swallowed dryly as he watched.

‘He’s controlling his entire body.’

Glenn was currently using his thunder energy to constrict the man’s entire body, making it so he couldn’t even breathe properly.

“Quite a resilient insect.”

Glenn nodded his head indifferently.

“Try to endure it if you wish. From now on, your body is no longer your own.”

“Kuhuhuh.”

As Glenn was about to twist his thunder energy like wire, the man in the robe groaned and sneered simultaneously.

“What if it’s not mine anymore?”

“Hm.”

Sensing something strange, Glenn quickly intensified the pressure controlling the man.

“Guh!”

However, the man in the robe ignored the increased restraint and spat out a large amount of blood from his mouth.

“Your time is running out as well, Glenn Ziegha…”

The man murmured incomprehensibly before his life ended.

“…”

Even in the unexpected situation, Glenn did not panic. With a calm gaze, he reached out and split open the man’s chest.

‘There’s something here.’

He had completely blocked the man’s aura and muscles and confiscated the poison hidden in his teeth. If the man still died, there must have been something hidden in his heart.

Squish!

Glenn grabbed a small moving object from within the blood-soaked heart. It was a worm-like creature, small enough to be invisible to the average eye but with grotesquely large teeth.

“Rage Worm?”

Glenn frowned as he saw the worm go limp, seemingly having exhausted its strength.

Though its form was slightly different from what he knew, the only worm that hid in the heart was a Rage Worm. It appeared that this wicked curse was the cause of the man’s death.

‘An organization that uses Rage Worms….’

The Black Tower and Eden were known to use Rage Worms, but there was no guarantee it was them. It could be a new group, or even the White Religion, given the color of the robe.

Glenn lifted the hood of the robed man. As expected, the face was unfamiliar. He looked at Karoon, who had closed his mouth.

“F-Father….”

Karoon tried to get up but couldn’t move due to the lack of strength in his body.

“How did you come here?”

“Who is this man?”

Glenn ignored the question and asked a new one.

“I don’t know.”

Karoon glanced at the corpse and shook his head.

“He approached me before, trying to make an alliance, but I ignored him.”

“What did he say when he approached?”

“…He said he would make me the head of the household.”

“The head? How?”

“He said he would eliminate the other candidates one by one.”

Glenn furrowed his brows, seemingly understanding everything just from that.

“Was that when you sold information about Raon?”

“Hah…”

Karoon clicked his tongue briefly. The fact that Glenn was asking about Raon meant he had heard the entire conversation.

“Yes.”

“But you didn’t seem to give proper information. Why?”

“I wanted to know their identity first, so I gave them false information. But they didn’t reveal themselves. They were quite skilled.”

“Why didn’t you ally with such skilled individuals?”

Glenn looked down at Karoon with cold eyes, as if he couldn’t understand.

“I…”

Karoon closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. His face contorted in pain just from speaking, but he forced himself to move his lips.

“I am the son of the Northern Heavenly King. Even if I commit inhuman acts, I cannot betray Zieghart. As I told him, I would rather destroy Zieghart with my own hands than let outsiders set foot on this land.”

He revealed his true intentions as if making a vow.

“…”

Glenn said nothing. He watched Karoon with his cold gaze.

“You…”

As Glenn slowly began to speak, Fedric barged in through the door.

“What, what is this! Why is there a dead person here!”

Fedric screamed in disbelief.

“We need to move Karoon to a room near the main house.”

Glenn pointed at Karoon’s bed.

“Hey! At least explain what happened! Who is this guy!”

“We’ll talk over a drink later.”

With those words, Glenn left the room.

Outside the room, Glenn approached Cheryl and Roen, who were waiting. He handed them the dead Rage Worm he had been holding.

“This is….”

Roen narrowed his eyes at the Rage Worm in his hand.

“It’s a unique form of the Rage Worm. Investigate all factions rumored to use Rage Worms, not just Omam.”

“Yes.”

“Understood.”

Cheryl and Roen, who had been serious during discussions about Raon, nodded solemnly and disappeared toward the main house.

“You said there wasn’t much time left?”

Glenn looked toward the annex and touched the hilt of his Heavenly Sword.

“Before my time runs out, your lives will end first.”

You will regret touching Zieghart.

* * *

Raon stood on the lake behind the annex, drawing his Heavenly Sword. As he lifted his sword upward, Wrath popped out.

-Kreee!

Wrath groaned, rubbing his plump belly.

-There’s nothing like home-cooked food! No matter how much I eat, I never get tired of it!

Wrath smacked his lips, satisfied with the meal.

-If only I had some ice cream pearls, it would be like paradise. Someone promised to buy me something delicious….

Wrath, despite being a demon king, talked about paradise while rubbing his hands.

‘That was last time.’

-You promised more than once! Keep your promises!

‘Fine, we’ll go tomorrow.’

Fearing Wrath would chatter all day, Raon quickly waved his hand.

-Kree! You’ve become more generous since becoming a Division Leader! I can’t imagine how magnanimous you’ll be if you become a demon king.

‘That’s never happening.’

-You never know.

Wrath retreated into the bracelet, saying they’d talk tomorrow.

Raon shook his head and lifted his Heavenly Sword above his head. He swung it down, smoothly bending his wrist. The clear sword wind split the moon reflected on the lake.

Chiing!

A mysterious phenomenon, as if the moon were being sliced, occurred, but Raon frowned and shook his head.

“This isn’t it.”

Earlier today, Glenn had shattered Karoon’s rising sword strike with a simple, basic sword technique. Raon was trying to replicate his skill, which seemed to intertwine emotions and will, but it wasn’t going well.

‘As expected, seeing and doing are different.’

Raon clicked his tongue and lifted the downward-pointing sword. The strike resembled a serpent ascending to become a dragon, a form of the Heavenly Sword that Glenn had demonstrated.

Chiing!

A red current climbed the sword and shot upward as if it would tear the sky apart, leaving a comet-like red tail in the air.

‘This isn’t it either.’

Unlike his own swordsmanship, Glenn’s sword seemed to form the sky itself. The difference was as vast as between a spear and a toothpick, making Raon laugh in disbelief.

‘As expected, immediately imitating it is impossible.’

Even though his mental world had grown and he had the fire ring, it was impossible to instantly learn Glenn’s transcendental sword technique and enlightenment.

‘But that’s no reason to give up.’

Raon’s real strength was not his ability to mimic others but his perseverance. Resolving to keep trying until he succeeded, he resumed practicing the Heavenly Sword.

Chiing!

As he frowned, noticing his stance was off, a heavy voice came from behind.

“Your posture is unstable.”

“Huh?”

Raon swallowed nervously and turned around. Glenn was standing by the lake.

“Lord?”

Raon hadn’t sensed his arrival at all. His heart raced, despite having done nothing wrong.

“I-I greet the lord….”

“That’s enough.”

As Raon tried to greet him, Glenn waved his hand and stepped into the lake. Despite walking on water, there wasn’t even a slight ripple.

“What brings you here?”

“Ogram. That fool said you repaid my debt.”

Glenn frowned, seemingly insulted.

Raon blinked at Glenn’s somber gaze.

‘Huh?’

His mood seemed slightly better.

Though Glenn’s expression was stern, it felt lighter than when he had punished Karoon earlier.

“What you did was no small feat. It wouldn’t have been strange if a war had broken out between Zieghart and the Beast Alliance. You prevented that war.”

Glenn nodded, his unreadable eyes approaching.

“You did well.”

“It was nothing.”

Raon shook his head, as he had just wanted to save Judiel and Jubel. It wasn’t a grand plan.

“No matter how modest you are, it doesn’t change what you did.”

Glenn took out a book and a gold token from his pocket.

“It contains the interpretations of your sword techniques and the Heavenly Sword. It’s my own thoughts, so use it as you see fit, not follow it blindly.”

With those words, he handed over the book. It seemed newly made, with that distinct new book smell.

“Oh….”

Raon cautiously accepted and opened it. The interpretations of the martial arts he was learning were written in a fluid and powerful script, all detailed and meticulous. Glenn had clearly been observing him closely.

“With the Deathmatch approaching, it’s better to reflect on yourself rather than learning new techniques or martial arts.”

“Thank you.”

“Hmm, I wasn’t alone in this, so no need to thank me.”

Glenn mentioned that Cheryl and the Master of the Wind had also worked hard and shook his head.

“And….”

He slowly turned around, lowering his gaze to the moon reflected on the lake.

“Congratulations on becoming a Division Leader.”

With those final words, Glenn left the lake.

Raon bowed his head towards Glenn’s silently departing back. The book in his hand felt unusually warm.

* * *

The early morning at the 5th Training Ground was unusually busy.

“Did you hear?”

Burren approached Martha, smacking his lips.

“That Raon became a Division Leader?”

“You knew, huh.”

“Who wouldn’t? The entire household is buzzing about it.”

Martha shook her head, saying if you didn’t know, you must be deaf.

“At least things will be easier now. That lazy bum of a Leader is gone.”

She laughed, saying the Light Wind Division could finally operate properly.

“Anyone would be better than that Division Leader.”

Burren chuckled, looking at the platform where Rimmer used to nap.

“Still, isn’t it amazing? A guy who trained here with us is now a Division Leader….”

Martha smiled slightly, reminiscing.

“Yeah, that little brat….”

Burren also stroked his chin, thinking back to old times.

“But….”

He frowned, following Martha’s gaze.

“How should we address Raon now?”

“What do you mean?”

“We used to call him Vice Leader and speak informally. He didn’t mind. But now he’s a Division Leader….”

“What’s there to ask?”

Martha waved her hand dismissively.

“Of course, we call him Leader and speak formally.”

“What?”

Burren stared at Martha, wide-eyed. It was surprising to hear such words from someone he thought would resist the most.

“A Division Leader leads from the front. If the command structure breaks down, everyone’s lives are at risk. Unless we’re alone, we must treat him with respect.”

Martha spoke firmly, as if she had already made up her mind.

“Division Leader Raon?”

Runaan approached quietly and nodded.

“Yes. From now on, call him that.”

Martha nodded approvingly.

“Demoness Captain?”

Runaan pointed at Martha, lifting the corners of her mouth slightly.

“You damn sleepyhead!”

Martha gritted her teeth and lunged at Runaan.

“Demoness. Don’t get mad.”

“Shut up!”

“Okay.”

Runaan stepped back, freezing the ground.

Burren watched Martha’s outburst and narrowed his eyes.

‘Surprising.’

He had thought Martha would continue to speak informally to Raon even as a Division Leader. But she had declared they should show him respect first. It felt like the foul-mouthed brat had matured, making him smile unknowingly.

Boom!

As Burren watched the small skirmish between Martha and Runaan, the door to the training ground opened, and Rimmer and Raon entered together.

“Line up!”

Burren quickly gathered the Light Wind Division and ran to the platform.

Raon stood behind the platform as Vice Leader, while Rimmer stood in front.

“You’ve all heard.”

Rimmer smiled, meeting the fiery gazes of the Light Wind Division.

“As of yesterday, the Division Leader of the Light Wind Division has changed.”

Rimmer calmly looked at each captain and member before nodding.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you in advance, but I thought it was time. You’ve all worked hard following an unworthy leader.”

“It was really tough.”

Krein shook his head, looking at Rimmer.

“I almost want to praise myself for not getting lazy.”

Martha frowned at Rimmer.

“He had more attendance at the gambling den than here.”

Burren sighed, recalling the times he had searched gambling dens for Rimmer.

“Sleepy.”

Runaan waved her hand impatiently.

“Guys! Read the room! You’re supposed to send him off nicely!”

Rimmer’s complexion turned pale as he envisioned a beautiful farewell.

“Given what you’ve done, how can we?”

“And you’re not even leaving. You’re just stepping down to Vice Leader.”

“That’s the sweetest deal. No work, just collecting a paycheck.”

“Enviable life.”

“Enough.”

Raon quieted the murmuring Light Wind Division and stepped forward.

“Despite being lazy, a gambler, a drunkard, and a beggar, he was still our Division Leader. Show some respect.”

“Are you… on my side?”

Rimmer clutched his chest, trembling.

“You didn’t work, train, or maintain the equipment, but….”

“Stop! That hurts!”

Rimmer shook his head, looking more pained than when he had been hit by Glenn.

“Division Leader.”

Raon smiled faintly and bowed to Rimmer.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Thank you!”

The Light Wind Division drew their swords and bowed to Rimmer, filling the 5th Training Ground with a solemn farewell.

“Hmm….”

Rimmer looked at his former subordinates, now his juniors, with teary eyes.

“You’ve all worked hard.”

He smiled and stepped back.

“Now, let’s welcome the new Division Leader.”

Following Rimmer’s gesture, Raon stepped to the front of the platform.

“I am Raon Zieghart, the new Division Leader.”

Raon met the shining eyes of the Light Wind Division and saluted.

“Please take care of me.”

“Please take care of us!”

The Light Wind Division shouted, raising their swords toward Raon, their voices louder than when they had saluted Rimmer.

“Damn brats.”

Rimmer turned his head, pouting.

“My goal as the new Division Leader is to elevate the Light Wind Division to the Light Wind Squadron. It will be tough, but I hope you’ll follow me.”

“Yes!”

“Of course!”

Everyone nodded, smiling brightly at the prospect of promotion.

“To commemorate becoming Division Leader….”

“A celebration?”

Krein raised his hand eagerly.

“We will conduct special training.”

Raon’s words brought a silence to the 5th Training Ground.

“…Training?”

“Now? In this atmosphere?”

“Our Division Leader really can’t read the room.”

Runaan, Burren, and Martha sighed.

“This training will be a week-long focus enhancement training in Bukmangsan, conducted in a duel format. We will divide into pursuers and survivors….”

As Raon explained the details, the faces of the Light Wind Division grew pale.

“A week of continuous training and life-or-death duels? That’s too harsh!”

Krein’s eyes trembled in fear.

“I’ll just die.”

Dorian pulled a hammer from his belt pouch.

“Right….”

Burren’s chin trembled.

“I forgot, but that man is a demon!”

“Not just any demon, a demon king.”

“The Demon King returns….”

The Light Wind Division trembled, recalling past training sessions under Raon.

“Division Leader, please stop Raon!”

Dorian pleaded with Rimmer, clasping his hands.

“Haha.”

Rimmer shook his head quickly.

“He’s the Division Leader now. I’m busy, so….”

As he tried to leave, Raon blocked his path.

“Where are you going?”

“Huh? I have an appointment….”

“This training includes everyone in the Light Wind Division, including the Vice Leader.”

Raon grabbed Rimmer’s wrist with a sinister smile.

“Oh….”

Rimmer sighed, looking at Raon’s hand like a shackle.

“This isn’t what I wanted! Let go! Let me go! I don’t want to be Vice Leader!”

Rimmer had planned to enjoy the perks of being a Vice Leader without responsibilities, but now he was being dragged into the training as well.

“It’s too late.”

“You damn demon!”