The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 740

 Chapter 740

 

Glenn looked at Raon, whose eyes were trembling as if in confusion, and smiled even more deeply.

‘This is my answer.’

He had been agonizing over it for a long time.

Should he call Raon and directly ask him about the situation, or should he secretly investigate by asking the Black Market and the Shadow Agents?

But more than anything, he had been troubled by whether he even deserved to hear his situation.

After burning down house Robert, many thoughts had swirled in his head, making it difficult for him to properly look at Raon.

'Thanks to that simple fellow, I got the answer.'

When he couldn't make a decision about Raon, Ogram's words had cleared his muddled mind.

Hearing Ogram's declaration that he would trust Raon to the end since he had saved his life, the confusion in his mind had dissipated, making things clear.

‘But I am different from that fool.’

Trusting the grandson he had accepted with his own hands didn't mean he would simply believe in him like Ogram.

It was because he had watched over the child since birth until now that he could believe in him.

Sylvia might think he only came to the annex building after a hundred days, but he had been watching Raon since the moment he was called sunshine.

He knew Raon better than anyone because he had been there for every moment, his first cry, his first steps, his first smile, his first training, his first sword duel, his first mission, and finally becoming Zieghart’s official swordsman.

‘Raon’s true talent isn’t in martial arts.’

Raon was a child with a strong and upright heart, but he was also softer than anyone else when it came to the weak.

He was strong against the strong and weak against the weak. There was no one who fit the saying "strong against the strong and weak against the weak" better than him.

‘Thanks to him, house Zieghart's reputation has soared beyond its prime.’

Because of Raon's achievements, the fierce impression of Zieghart had been softened with chivalry.

Now, there were even rumors spreading across the continent that the family was the most righteous.

‘If I can't believe in him, then I can't believe in anyone.’

This wasn’t running away or backing down.

It was simply an act of basic trust in Raon, the grandson he had watched over his entire life.

Raon held his breath for a moment as he looked at Glenn, who was smiling calmly, unlike when he sat on the throne.

‘I think this is the first time I’ve seen the head of house smile like that….’

He had seen Glenn smile a few times before, but they were mostly heavy or dry smirks.

He had never seen such a relaxed smile.

‘Does this mean he truly trusts me….’

As he had said earlier, it seemed that Glenn trusted him not as the head of house of Zieghart, but as his grandfather.

Raon bit his lip slightly.

‘What is this feeling…?’

A warm, ticklish sensation spread through his chest.

It felt as if he were wrapped in a blanket that had been warmed by the sun, filling him with a pleasant drowsiness.

“Everyone has secrets they cannot speak of or things they are hesitant to talk about.”

Glenn smiled faintly as he watched Raon swallow dryly.

“I am no different.”

Memories of his past, when he pursued only war and power, his guilt towards Raon and Sylvia, and his twisted affection for the family all filled his mind, things he could not speak of honestly.

“Raon. When the time comes when you can speak comfortably, and when you can reveal all the truths.”

Glenn placed a hand on Raon’s shoulder, showing a smile that erased the awkwardness.

“Come to me. I will also tell you my secrets.”

“Ah….”

However, there was still a slight feeling of frustration. Not because of Glenn, but because of himself.

‘Even if the head of house trusts me, I can’t explain everything.’

He couldn’t honestly bring up the fact that he had been raised and killed by Derus before being reincarnated or that the demon king of Wrath resided within him.

Instead, receiving Glenn’s trust made it even harder for him to speak.

 

He feared it might break his relationship with Sylvia, he might become distant from the people in the annex building, and he might lose his comrades in the Light Wind.

The very life he had lived as Raon Zieghart might crumble, making it impossible for him to speak.

But seeing Glenn’s trusting smile made his heart ache even more.

Just a little.

Wrath lowered his gaze calmly.

Tell him just a little about the King of Essence.

It seemed that he thought the same, nodding as if now was the right time.

‘Alright.’

Raon nodded to Wrath and lifted his gaze.

“You’re right, head of house.”

He licked his lips as he stepped closer to Glenn.

“I can’t tell you when or how this grudge started, but I am in a relationship where I cannot share the same sky with Derus Robert.”

“I see.”

Glenn didn’t urge him on, just nodded calmly.

“It’s also true that I have another energy besides the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.”

Raon glanced at Wrath floating in the air and exhaled softly.

"You might feel it’s wicked and cold, but it’s absolutely not. It's simple yet loyal, a glutton who cares for his subordinates more than anyone else. It's the power of my friend."

He showed a sincere smile as he said the word ‘friend.’

The word ‘friend’ suits him best.

Thanks to Wrath, he had seen a broader world, saved many people, and achieved half of his dreams.

The demon king of wrath who had come to him as an enemy in his childhood was now the closest friend here.

Wh-why would the King of Essence be your friend! Y-You scoundrel!

Wrath shook his head, his face flushed red.

Ugh! The King of Essence does not make friends! He will only accept you as his servant!

Seeing him trembling, it seemed like he wasn’t angry but embarrassed.

“According to my friend, the angels wield divine power as naturally as humans breathe. The reason Uriel was enveloped in golden light and unaffected by magic and aura was due to an ability called the Holy Spirit Transformation….”

Raon explained all the information he had heard from Wrath about the angels.

“Thank you. This will be very helpful in future battles.”

Glenn nodded at Raon, standing with the sea at his back.

“I have sensed a mysterious energy in you for some time. As you said, it was wicked and cold, but at the same time, it was upright and warm. If that’s your friend, I hope to meet him someday.”

He smiled faintly, saying he would wait for Raon to introduce his friend to him.

“Yes. I will definitely introduce him to you.”

Raon promised as he bowed.

“Alright, then.”

As if he had said everything he needed to, Glenn walked away from the coast.

“Let’s head back.”

He patted Raon on the shoulder and walked toward the lodging first, looking truly at ease, as if he had no lingering regrets.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

Raon bowed his head towards Glenn’s back.

“Grandfather.”

In a slightly trembling voice, he called Glenn “Grandfather.”

“Guh…”

Glenn halted as if he had been stabbed in the back.

“Gr-Grandfather?”

Raon hurriedly ran to Glenn, calling him “Grandfather” once more.

“S-stop! If I hear any more, I’ll die!”

Glenn sharply waved his hand, signaling him to stop.

He quickly turned around, covering his trembling lips with his hand.

“Huh…?”

Raon blinked as he watched Glenn’s shaky legs.

‘What?’

Was it too soon to call him “Grandfather”?

He didn’t understand Glenn’s reaction. He had no idea what went wrong.

“I’m going back now! The conference will resume soon.”

Glenn said he was leaving and disappeared from the spot.

‘Why did he react like that?’

Raon Zieghart...

As Raon tilted his head in confusion, Wrath turned his back and flicked his tail.

He-He shall wait as well! No matter what happened to you.

‘But you just asked me to tell you everything.’

Raon glanced at Wrath, letting out a dry laugh.

'You said you couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to know everything... what now?'

That’s not it!

Wrath shouted loudly, turning his head away.

The King of Essence has the greatest patience in devildom! He can endure better than that nadine bread old man!

He threatened to kill him first if he revealed anything, raising his chubby fist.

Enough! Just go eat already!

‘Alright, alright.’

Raon chuckled and walked in the direction of the restaurant.

 

Today, the King of Essence is in a good mood, so he'll tell you a big secret about Uriel. But, O-Of course, it's definitely not because of your 'friend' comment!

Wrath rolled his round eyes and came closer.

‘What is it?’

Raon gestured with his fingers for Wrath to continue.

He’ll tell you after you finish eating! Let’s start with the shrimp pizza.

Wrath snorted, insisting that food came first.

‘Seriously, you’re so annoying.’

Raon shook his head and entered the restaurant Wrath had pointed out.

*   *   *

Splash!

Above the seawater Raon and Glenn were looking at, Rimmer, Sheryl, and Roenn emerged.

"The head of house calling Raon his grandson, and Raon calling the head of house his grandfather!"

Rimmer sniffled, biting his lip.

"Now I can die without any regrets! I wouldn’t mind if I stopped breathing right here and now!"

His eyes turned red as if he was truly moved.

"It took a long time."

Sheryl sighed deeply, dusting off her hands.

"For others, it happens the moment they’re born, but it took over 20 years for him. Oh…"

She sighed, tapping her shoulder with her fist, but her expression was brighter than ever.

"It’s been a while since I’ve been this happy."

Roenn laughed heartily, nodding his head.

"Though it seems the head of house is even happier than I am."

He clasped his hands together, looking towards where Glenn had disappeared.

"Still, it’s a little disappointing."

He displayed a serious smile, showing greater trust than Glenn.

"Now, it seems that dream is no longer just a dream."

Roenn chuckled, nodding his head.

"I trust Raon too, but I’m a bit curious…"

Sheryl twisted her lips, saying it wasn’t just about trust.

"We’ll hear about it someday."

Roenn stepped out of the water, shaking off the droplets.

"Let’s go. The conference will resume soon."

"Yes, it will."

"Oh, time really flew by while watching something good."

Rimmer and Sheryl nodded and headed toward the shore.

Rimmer shook his head, brushing off the seaweed clinging to his forehead.

“Anyway, what’s there to be disappointed about?”

"It would have been better if he had just told him that he was his grandson from the beginning, rather than only acknowledging him as one after he became part of the direct line."

He twirled his fingers and continued.

"Everyone knows the head of house cherished Raon from the start. That was the chance to show it, and it’s a pity it wasn’t taken."

Rimmer gestured as if he was framing a shot with his fingers.

"I thought you were disappointed about not learning Raon's secret?"

Sheryl narrowed her eyes, surprised.

"I don’t need to hear any secrets."

Rimmer shook his head firmly.

"I trust that boy Raon. He’ll become the king of Zieghart."

The three of them brushed off the moisture from their clothes and entered the conference hall where Glenn was.

Glenn was sitting alone in the room, hiding his flushed face.

"Head of house. You’re here early."

Rimmer approached him, pretending to know nothing, and smiled.

“Did you all have fun watching?”

Glenn squinted as if he knew everything.

"Of course, you know."

Rimmer didn’t flinch and gave him a thumbs up.

"It was quite enjoyable."

“I also enjoyed it. Though it felt a bit late.”

Sheryl smacked her lips, saying it should have happened sooner.

"Huhuhuhu."

Roenn responded with a gentle laugh.

“The head of house really is shy. If he faints every time he hears ‘grandfather,’ he’ll be called a failure....”

"Rimmer. You reek of fish. Go wash up."

Glenn wrinkled his brow, looking at Rimmer.

"Huh? Just me?"

"Yes, just you."

"But we all went into the sea, so why just me…?"

"Because you’re the only one who stinks of fish!"

"Oh, that’s unfair! It’s always me…"

"Shut up and get out!"

Glenn kicked Rimmer out of the conference hall.

"Idiot…"

"Huhuhuhu."

Sheryl and Roenn kept their mouths shut, worried that the scolding might spill over to them.

"Ahem."

After driving out Rimmer, Glenn sat down again, and the heads of the Five Kings and the neutral factions began to enter the conference hall one by one after finishing their meals.

"Let’s continue the conference. We shouldn’t let it drag on until tomorrow."

Chamber mumbled about needing to sleep early to keep her skin from getting damaged as she sucked on a lollipop.

"Then, let’s move on to the remaining agenda…"

Just as Roseline was about to stand and bow her head, Glenn raised his hand to stop her.

"Before that, I’ll speak first…"

Glenn leaned forward and began to share the information he had received from Raon.

"You managed to get that during this time? You’re quite impatient."

Chamber let out a faint laugh and waggled her finger.

"So, about Raon’s power and the story about Derus..."

"I didn’t ask about that."

Glenn shook his head with a calm expression.

"Why not?"

"Because I trust my grandson."

He repeated the words he had told Raon and straightened his shoulders.

"Hmm, but…"

"If any problems arise because of that child, I’ll take full responsibility, even if it costs me my life."

Glenn declared he would stake his life on it and smiling without hesitation.

"That should be enough, right?"

*   *   *

Whew...

Raon let out a weary sigh as he looked at the empty plates covering the wide table.

‘Are you satisfied now?’

Thanks to that Wrath, he had devoured every seafood dish in the restaurant. He was so full that he could barely move his fingers anymore.

Ahem!

Wrath forced his grinning mouth into a frown and wagged his tail.

Being near the sea, the seafood is indeed fresh. Not bad at all!

Unlike when he was devouring the food like a glutton, Wrath muttered that it was just decent.

"Wow..."

"D-Did he eat all that by himself?"

"I think his stomach might be more impressive than his swordsmanship!"

"There's nothing about him that isn't surprising..."

Those who recognized Raon were amazed by his incredible appetite and let out sighs of disbelief.

'Tell me the information about Uriel now.'

Raon grabbed Wrath by the tail and dragged him onto the table. Although there was the matter of Derus, he also wanted to hear one more piece of information for Glenn's sake.

But there's still ice cream left!

Wrath shook his head, insisting that the meal wasn't finished yet.

'This is getting tiresome, really.'

Raon sighed and opened a box of ice cream bead that he had prepared in advance.

A sharp scent of mint chocolate rose along with a white cold air.

Heeek.

Wrath, already familiar with the taste, eagerly flicked his tongue in anticipation.

Raon took a scoop of mint chocolate and put it in his mouth. The sharp, minty flavor and sweetness wrapped around his tongue.

Ahhh! This is it!

Wrath clenched his fist in delight.

This is why he endured your nagging and continued to live!

He trembled with joy, even his shoulders shaking.

'Now, start talking.'

Raon gestured to Wrath, who was quivering in bliss.

Hmm, it's bothersome, but the King of Essence must keep his promise.

Wrath nodded and stepped down onto the table.

Did you see the fire trumpets hanging from Uriel's waist?

'Yes, it was so peculiar that it was hard to forget.'

Three horn trumpets hung from Uriel's waist, their bizarre shape making them hard to ignore—unlike anything you'd expect an angel to have.

Those trumpets are also known as the trumpets of apocalypse.

Wrath's blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

They are the trumpets the archangels use to bring about the end of the world.

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