The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 710

“……”

Returning to Zieghart, Glenn clenched his fists as he gazed at the shattered castle walls.

His heart ached to see the walls collapse once more, but there were more urgent matters to resolve first.

Exhaling cold breath, Glenn stepped over the wreckage of the wall.

“L-Lord!”

“Greetings, My Lord!”

Inside the walls, Chad, the leader of the Shadow Agents Division, and Ilion, the chief inspector, bowed deeply toward Glenn as they oversaw restoration efforts.

“Enough with the greetings. Report the situation.”

Glenn gestured for them to follow as he walked along the road leading to the main building.

“Thanks to the prior preparations, the damage to the outer wall is minimal. There are no civilian casualties,” Ilion reported with a nod, noting how light the losses were given the size of the attack.

“The inner wall?”

Glenn turned toward Chad.

“We mostly succeeded in defending it, but the Council suffered heavy losses defending the main hall. Most of the casualties are from their ranks,” Chad said with a sigh of regret.

“The Council?”

Glenn’s eyes narrowed as he looked toward the main building in the distance.

The Council was the strongest force in Zieghart, with power surpassing even the Heavenly Sword Division. It didn’t make sense that they had taken the brunt of the losses.

“Denier should have been there, correct?”

“Yes. Half of the Black Tortoise Palace and the Council remained inside the main building,” Chad confirmed with a nod.

“They reported that apostles in black robes and masked officials from Eden attacked simultaneously, making it difficult to fend them off.”

“Black robes…”

The mention of black robes brought to mind the powerful blood fiends they had encountered at the White Blood Cult headquarters—those with strength rivaling that of apostles despite not being one. It seemed those same beings had been part of the attack.

“The White Blood Cult, Eden, and assassins—they came at us like mortal enemies. If the leader of the Light Wind Division hadn’t warned us in advance, the losses would have been much worse,” Ilion said with a laugh, crediting Raon for saving many lives.

“But where is Sir Raon…?”

Chad glanced behind Glenn, puzzled. The situation at the Label River had developed too quickly, and he had no idea what had transpired there.

“…I will convene a grand council. Summon all the remaining leaders,” Glenn ordered, ignoring Chad and Ilion’s unspoken questions.

“Y-Yes, My Lord…”

Chad felt the oppressive atmosphere surrounding Glenn and stood frozen, trembling slightly.

Glenn continued walking without pause until he reached the main hall. As he was about to enter, Aris waved to him from the right.

“Father!”

Aris ran toward him, pulling Sylvia along by the wrist.

“Where is Raon?”

Her confident smile showed she hadn’t even entertained the possibility of Raon losing.

“My Lord, Raon won, didn’t he?”

Sylvia’s steady gaze also revealed her unwavering faith in her son.

“……”

Glenn bit his lip as he looked at Sylvia, whose hands were clasped tightly in front of her.

Meeting her affectionate gaze—focused only on her son—caused his heart to feel as though it was being ripped apart.

“You two…”

Suppressing the tremble in his fingertips, Glenn opened his mouth.

“Come to the audience chamber.”

“Huh? Why all of a sudden…?”

“What do you mean, the audience chamber? Where is Raon?!”

“……”

Without answering, Glenn stepped into the hall, ignoring their growing confusion and concerned glances. As he headed toward the audience chamber, he noticed Karoon standing there like a statue.

“Karoon?”

“I apologize.”

Karoon placed a hand on his chest and knelt before Glenn.

“I disobeyed your orders. I will accept any punishment.”

He bowed his head without offering excuses.

“He stopped the Second Apostle from attacking the annex.”

Aris, following behind, waved her hand dismissively. Having seen the recording from the Blue Dragon-Helmed figure, she confirmed the events with a nod.

“Karoon. You come in as well.”

Glenn gestured for Karoon to rise and personally opened the door to the audience chamber.

Though he had intended to praise Karoon, now was not the time for such gestures.

‘Raon…’

With heavy steps, Glenn moved forward, haunted by the thought of his grandson who had disappeared without so much as a proper embrace.

—

Late at night, all the leaders of Zieghart gathered in the audience chamber. The only ones missing were Raon and the division leaders still searching the River Label—the Heavenly Sword Division, Light Wind Division, and Iron Division.

“Since the pig is here, can we finally get an explanation?”

Aris scowled, glaring at Balder, who had been summoned the moment he returned from reconnaissance.

“What’s going on? Why drag everyone here without telling us what happened?”

Her sharp gaze never left Glenn, sensing the heavy atmosphere surrounding him.

“….”

Sylvia, too, trembled slightly, unable to shake off the ominous feeling that clung to her.

“Raon lost? That’s impossible!” Balder shouted, shaking his head.

“…Raon won.”

Glenn slowly closed and reopened his eyes before speaking.

“I knew it!” Aris cheered, clapping her hands.

“Finally, I’ll get to hear him call me Aunt! So where is he now? Is the Saint treating his injuries?”

She nodded as if convinced Raon was merely receiving treatment and would soon return.

“……”

Glenn didn’t look at Aris. His gaze was fixed on Sylvia, who was still trembling with anxiety. He clenched his teeth.

“I will explain.”

Roenn, who had remained silent since returning to the family, stepped forward.

“As the Lord said, Sir Raon won his life-and-death duel against King Roman, who personally acknowledged his defeat. However…”

Roenn began to explain everything that had happened after the duel.

“….”

“Missing…?”

“If he was hit directly by the *Aura Detonation* after being stabbed… Damn it!”

Though they had expected a response from the Five Demons, no one had imagined Raon would go missing, leaving the gathered leaders stunned.

“Ah…”

Sylvia collapsed to the floor, her legs giving out as her face turned ghostly pale.

*Boom!*

Unable to contain her fury, Aris smashed her fist into one of the pillars, reducing it to a cloud of white dust.

“Those cowardly bastards!”

Her aura surged violently, as though she was ready to march on the North-South Union immediately.

“How dare they treat Zieghart with such contempt…”

Karoon bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, more enraged by the insult to Zieghart than Raon’s disappearance.

“Let’s go!”

Balder stomped forward, radiating murderous intent.

“I won’t sleep until we wipe out every last one of those thieves!”

“The North-South Union…”

“Filthy rats…”

“They stoop to such disgusting tactics.”

The other leaders, including Serena, the head of the Public Sword Division, ground their teeth as a wave of anger filled the chamber, freezing the cold night air.

“Father, what are you doing?” Aris asked, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

“You called this meeting so we could kill them, didn’t you?”

Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword, ready to move at a moment’s notice.

“No!” Denier stepped forward, shaking his head.

“Zieghart also suffered greatly in this attack. We need to regroup and plan carefully. If we move recklessly, we risk even greater losses.”

“When will that be?” Aris snapped, glaring at him.

“The North-South Union, Eden, and the White Blood Cult are all in chaos. If we don’t strike now, when will we?”

She pointed out that this was their best chance and stepped forward again.

“Besides, part of this mess is your fault! Why did so many elders die?”

“…I apologize.”

Denier sighed and lowered his head.

“The blood fiends in black robes were all at the master level. I had to focus on protecting the Black Tortoise Palace, which delayed my support for the Council.”

He admitted his mistake but emphasized that they still needed to think carefully before acting.

“His point isn’t without merit…”

“If the Five Demons interfere again, it’ll get worse…”

“Ugh, this is complicated.”

Some of the leaders nodded reluctantly, stroking their chins in thought.

“It is a difficult matter,” Glenn acknowledged, resting a hand on the armrest of his golden throne.

“Thank you for understanding…”

“Father!” Aris growled, ready to grab Glenn by the collar.

But Glenn wasn’t finished.

“Before the life-and-death duel, I might have said the same.”

“My Lord?”

“But this time, even I cannot hold back.”

Glenn stood, and the golden throne crumbled to dust beneath him.

*Rumble!*

The weight of his fury was so overwhelming that no one could speak.

“I cannot let that child go.”

“Ah…”

Sylvia raised her head, tears falling onto the red carpet beneath her.

“Chad, declare war on the North-South Union.”

It was clear Glenn had made up his mind as he clenched his fist, veins bulging.

“Zieghart will destroy them.”

He ordered Chad to ensure no other factions would interfere.

“Yes, My Lord.”

Chad saluted, striking his chest before leaving the chamber.

“May I join?” Karoon asked, raising his hand.

“I don’t care how severe the punishment is—I want to deal with those bastards myself.”

Even if it meant never leaving Zieghart again, he was ready.

“Me too…”

Sylvia stood unsteadily, her eyes no longer filled with tears but with burning hatred.

“Take me with you.”

Glenn averted his gaze, unable to meet the fury and despair in his youngest daughter’s eyes. He knew he had no right to stop her.

“…So be it.”

—

The Next Day.

“L-Leader!”

A middle-aged man wearing black glasses burst into the dimly lit crimson hall, panting heavily.

In his haste, he tripped and fell but crawled forward on his knees until he reached the podium.

“L-Leader! We have a serious problem….”

“Chief Baeksang, mind your decorum. We have guests.”

Dranos, the leader of the North-South Union, calmly waved his hand while holding up a long pipe from where he sat atop the crimson platform.

“Ugh!”

Chief Baeksang followed Dranos’s hand gesture, his eyes landing on the young man in a mask—The Fallen One. His breath caught in his throat.

“M-My apologies. It’s just… the situation is urgent…”

“What is it?”

Dranos tilted his head slightly, inviting the man to continue.

“Zieghart has declared war. They’re planning to invade tomorrow!”

Baeksang’s lips quivered as he urged them to prepare for battle immediately.

“You’re late.”

Dranos chuckled, releasing a puff of smoke from his pipe.

“He already told me.”

Dranos gestured toward The Fallen One with a sly smile.

“The declaration came faster than I thought. It seems Glenn Zieghart truly cherished Raon Zieghart, just as the Blue Dragon Head suggested.”

Dranos recalled the furious glint in Glenn’s eyes, clenching the pipe between his teeth.

“How much support can we expect this time? It’d be nice if the Twin Demons or the Soul Severance Sword could move as well.”

“They’re currently allied with the Heavenly Demon. There’s no guarantee they’ll listen to me. But beyond that…”

The Fallen One narrowed his eyes as he looked at Dranos.

“We won’t be able to assist you this time.”

“What do you mean?”

Dranos leaned forward, a deep crease forming between his brows.

“Zieghart has refused assistance from other factions and declared war solely under their own name, in honor of Raon’s death.”

The Fallen One raised his unscathed hand.

“For us to interfere now would tarnish the reputation of the Five Demons.”

“Even so…”

“There’s a greater problem at hand.”

The Fallen One conjured an image of the continent glowing in blue light atop his fingertip.

“If the Five Demons move, both the Owen Kingdom and Balkan will declare war as well. Chamber and Lecross have already made this clear on behalf of the Six Kings.”

He pointed toward a forested region with a twisted grin.

“Raon Zieghart also had ties with the elves. There’s a chance Sephia could get involved too.”

“Ugh…”

“Moreover, both the Holy Sword Alliance and the Black Tower have decided to stay out of this, which puts us at a serious disadvantage—both strategically and politically.”

He erased the glowing map of the continent with a wave of his hand.

“It would be better if the North-South Union fought this war alone.”

“That may be, but… even if Glenn is injured, it’s impossible to stop Zieghart with the North-South Union alone!”

Dranos threw his pipe aside in frustration.

“Victory will be difficult, true. However…”

The Fallen One’s transparent eyes gleamed.

“We still have one player who can act unseen, don’t we?”

“We’ve lost contact with him…”

“Don’t worry. I’ve read the signs in the heavens. A great star will fall soon.”

The Fallen One smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on the stars visible through the ceiling.

“And under the name of Dranos, Glenn Zieghart’s shining star will fade.”

“Under my name…”

Hearing The Fallen One’s soft voice, Dranos’s eyes gleamed with raw ambition.

—

**Upper Label River.**

Dozens of battleships advanced across the river, their artillery positioned at the front.

At the helm of the North-South Union’s first flagship, *The Blue Wolf*, Dranos emerged, standing at the prow.

On the opposite shore, ten warships and a pirate vessel appeared, with Glenn Zieghart standing atop the pirate ship’s deck, his hand resting on the Heavenly Drive.

“Must it come to this?”

Dranos shook his head in feigned regret.

“There are ways to resolve this peacefully.”

“You’re the ones who crossed the line.”

Glenn drew the Heavenly Drive, exhaling a heated breath.

“I’ll erase the North-South Union from existence.”

“You made a bad enemy—one you greatly underestimated.”

Dranos scowled and extended his hand. The water surged upward, forming the ancient Sea Spirit Spear in his grasp.

*Fwooom!*

Glenn swung the Heavenly Drive. A single, serene slash cut through the sky and the river, aiming to cleave through every ship of the North-South Union with one overwhelming strike.

*Ssssshh!*

Dranos caught the end of the spear shaft and thrust the Sea Spirit Spear upward. The energy imbued in the spear stirred a massive tidal wave, as if ink were spreading across water.

*BOOOOM!*

The two forces collided, lifting the river and the ground beneath it, sending shockwaves in every direction as nature seemed to rage.

“Kill the hypocrites of Zieghart!”

“Fire cannons and loose arrows! Don’t let them get close!”

“This river and these mountains belong to the North-South Union!”

The soldiers of the North-South Union unleashed cannon fire, arrows, and harpoons at the Zieghart swordsmen.

“Kill these rootless thieves!”

“Don’t retreat!”

“Avenge the leader of the Light Wind Division!”

The Zieghart swordsmen ignored the projectiles flying toward them, determined to close the distance and engage in close combat—where they excelled.

As they leaped from the decks and surged toward the North-South Union’s ships, a golden flash sliced through the water.

*Fwoooosh!*

A blonde swordswoman, moving faster than the wind, landed on the far-left battleship.

*Slaaash!*

Her sea-blue aura surged from her blade like a crashing wave, severing the throats of a dozen enemies in an instant.

“Out of my way! I’ll handle this!”

The ship’s captain, Rucan, charged toward her with an axe in hand, crimson energy swirling around it like molten lava.

*Thud!*

Without flinching, the swordswoman dove into the fiery aura, slashing her blade. The condensed force within her sword erupted into a massive explosion.

*BOOOOM!*

The battleship’s deck collapsed entirely, and the soldiers aboard coughed up blood as they fell.

*Rumble!*

Even the ship itself split in two, beginning to sink.

“Where is he…”

Sylvia Zieghart, the blonde swordswoman, exhaled a cold breath as she scanned the battlefield.

“Beorn!”

Her bloodshot eyes blazed with vengeance, burning with an intense desire for retribution.