The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 763

 Chapter 763

 

Raon took a deep breath as he looked at the trembling document.

‘It’s finally here.’

When he informed Glenn that Five Demons was building up their military strength, Glenn said he was preparing to strike them and that the Light Wind division would also become busy.

Seeing the head of house's seal stamped on the document, it seemed to be quite a difficult mission.

"My body was itching for action, so this is good."

Martha smiled refreshingly while lowering her sword.

“I also have something I’ve been wanting to test. This is good timing.”

Burren, licking his lips in anticipation, wiped the blade of his sword with the back of his hand.

“......”

Runaan did not stop training, as if unaware that the mission orders had arrived.

"It's time for my storm of chaos to breathe fire."

“Green Wave 2! I’m counting on you again this time.”

“I don’t care where it is, I just want to fight quickly.”

It wasn’t just the captains, the entire Light Wind division showed fiery eyes as if they had been eagerly awaiting the mission.

Raon smirked as he looked at the Light Wind swordsmen, who seemed ready to charge out at any moment.

‘It would be ridiculous to leave them idle, after all.’

The Light Wind, except for Yua and Yulius, was a group of monsters who had all reached the realm of Master.

Even though they had just returned from a long mission, it felt wasteful to leave them idle.

“What is the mission?”

Raon made eye contact with Chad, the master of the Shadow Agents, and nodded.

“The head of house will explain it directly. Let’s go to the audience chamber together.”

Chad turned his back first, as if signaling them to follow him to the audience chamber.

“Understood.”

Raon gestured to the Light Wind swordsmen as he followed Chad.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes!”

The Light Wind swordsmen, as if they had been waiting for the word, sheathed their swords and followed behind Raon.

Perhaps because Glenn had summoned them first, the grand doors of the audience chamber were already open.

Raon, together with the Light Wind swordsmen, moved to the center and knelt down.

“We greet the head of hou—”

“Rise.”

The moment Glenn ordered them to rise, a gentle energy lifted Raon’s waist and thighs, stopping him in his tracks.

‘Can he do this with just his will?’

Raon swallowed dryly. Normally, will would need to be infused with aura to exert physical force, but Glenn had achieved this with just his will.

His understanding of martial arts felt like it expanded once more.

“Have you heard about the mission?”

Glenn, resting his fingers on the armrest of his throne, flicked them slightly.

“I came straight here, so I haven’t heard yet.”

Raon slowly shook his head.

“In truth, this mission wasn’t assigned by me. They specifically requested you and the Light Wind division.”

“When you say ‘they’...?”

“House Arianne.”

“Ah.”

House Arianne was one of Zieghart’s vassal families, responsible for guarding the swamp of death.

However, Raon had heard that the swamp had transformed into a forest after the Specter (Manghongwi) and the aura of death he gathered disappeared, and that the undead had been completely eradicated. He couldn’t understand why a request for support had come.

“The head of House Arianne personally mentioned the Light Wind division.”

"May I know the reason?"

Raon bit his lip lightly as he looked at Glenn.

Wendy was the only one from the ruined house Arianne who had not put down her sword, and since she had also sent support in the last war, he wanted to help no matter what.

“You probably know this well, but after the Specter and the aura of death he had gathered disappeared, the swamp of death turned into a lush forest.”

Glenn stroked his chin and lowered his gaze.

“As a fertile forest formed, many wild animals and monsters gathered, forming various small and large forces. Some monsters even tried to cross into Arianne territory, but thanks to the head of House Arianne, it wasn’t a big problem.”

“I see.”

Raon nodded calmly.

‘If it’s Lady Wendy, she would have grown stronger.’

Wendy had never stopped training, even during the time when traitors ruled House Arianne.

With her growth, ordinary monsters would be easy for her to handle.

“The fact that they requested support from House Arianne means something has happened that Lady Wendy cannot resolve.”

“Indeed.”

 

Chad raised the documents and exhaled lightly.

"Monsters that would normally fight territorial battles were seen standing in formation like an army at the edge of the swamp of death. They did not fear humans, only showing savage killing intent."

He furrowed his brows, as if he couldn’t believe such an absurd situation.

“Monsters not engaging in territorial battles…?”

“Correct. It means a king has appeared.”

Glenn answered in his place, nodding slightly.

“If the forest is that fertile, it wouldn’t be strange for a king to appear.”

Even within the same species, monsters would often fight for territory.

The fact that they weren’t fighting, despite being gathered together, could only mean that a powerful mutant had been born.

‘But…’

There was also the possibility that it wasn’t a king.

It wasn’t only a king who could control and gather monsters. There were beings more wicked and savage than monsters.

“You must be thinking of Eden.”

Glenn gave a faint smile, as if he had the same thought.

“Yes. I think it’s highly likely, though we’ll have to check it out to be sure.”

“Eden?”

Martha clenched her right fist.

“That’s right! Those guys can also control monsters! It’s definitely them!”

Having experienced Eden’s power, she nodded her head vigorously.

“We must not jump to conclusions that it’s Eden. There’s a limit to the number and types of monsters they can control.”

Burren licked his lips, stating that they should make their decision after gathering more accurate information.

“Eden…”

Runaan placed her hand on the hilt of the Snow Flower Sword. She bit her lip deeply, as if recalling the Evil Goat Demon, Syria Sullion.

“You will depart at dawn tomorrow. There hasn’t been an attack yet, but you never know when something might happen, so it’s best to move quickly.”

“Understood.”

Raon bowed his head, accepting the mission.

“Light Wind division’s leader.”

Glenn turned his chin slightly to look at Raon.

"Currently, battles between the Five Kings and the Five Demons are taking place all over the continent. If it's Eden's doing, it will not be an easy fight. However, the only ones who can resolve this situation of this scale are the Light Wind division. Make sure to take care of it and return safely.”

He nodded deeply, showing his trust in the Light Wind division.

“Yes Sir!”

Raon and the Light Wind division responded in unison, hitting their left chest with their right hands, their voices filled with energy.

"You have much to prepare, so you may go."

Glenn looked over Raon and the Light Wind swordsmen one by one and waved his hand.

“Yes!”

Raon and the Light Wind division bowed their heads and turned around.

"I will be back."

Just before leaving the audience chamber, Raon spoke words not as the Light Wind division’s leader but as a grandson.

"......Yes. Go and return safely."

Glenn seemed to understand, swallowing briefly and nodding.

“Let’s go.”

After briefly watching Glenn’s faint smile, Raon exited the audience chamber.

“As the head of house said, prepare as if you’ll be fighting not just monsters, but also the Five Demons.”

Raon called the gathered Light Wind swordsmen and gave them instructions.

“Yes!”

The Light Wind swordsmen raised their chins confidently, ready to face any opponent.

“We’ll meet at the fifth training ground at dawn tomorrow. Dismissed.”

As soon as Raon lowered his hand, the Light Wind swordsmen scattered in all directions.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had a real battle. And the fact that we can swing our swords right away is great.”

Martha licked her lips, seeing this as an opportunity to grow.

“...”

Runaan radiated a cold aura, as if steeling her resolve for the battle.

She no longer showed the fear she used to, but instead wore a determined expression, as if determined to finish what she had to do.

"Ah, I felt something was missing—it was because the vice division leader wasn't here!"

Burren clapped his hands, just realizing that Rimmer was absent.

“Don’t worry.”

Raon glanced behind the audience chamber and shook his head.

“I know where he is.”

***

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Whoooooosh!

A grand wind stormed inside the lord’s manor training ground.

Rimmer, within the storm of wind that shot up as if it would reach the sky, quietly kept his eyes closed.

Piiing!

An arrow made of water shot into the storm that was spinning without a single gap.

Chwaaaak!

As if he knew everything, Rimmer split the terrifyingly fast arrow with his eyes closed.

Peong!

He shattered the ground beneath his feet and, with overwhelming concentration, even deflected the spears of water rising up.

However, he couldn't avoid the blade of water that appeared within the sunlight spreading like a rainbow.

Rimmer’s chest was slashed open, and thin streams of blood spurted out.

“Tsk.”

Rimmer clicked his tongue briefly as he looked at his bleeding chest. With a wave of his hand, the wind that had blocked his view settled down.

"I couldn't see it at all. How did you do it?"

“Re-reflection.”

Siyan, wrapped in a thick blanket, bounced over to Rimmer.

“Reflection?”

"I used the glare of the sunlight and the reflection of the water..."

Siyan smiled softly, saying it was a method taught to her by the spirits of water and fire.

"There really is all sorts of things. But it was good."

Rimmer raised a thumbs-up toward Siyan.

"Since I only got hit once, I'll be able to handle similar situations."

He smiled as if that alone was enough for him.

“Br-Brother.”

Siyan twisted her blanket to the right as she called Rimmer.

“What’s wrong?”

She wiggled the leg poking out from under the blanket as if she was worried.

“What?”

Rimmer tilted his head, confused.

“You, you seem happy, but you're not acting cocky, so it feels strange.”

Siyan shook the blanket, saying it had been a long time since she'd seen this side of him.

“I’ve made up my mind about something I was worried about.”

Rimmer laughed refreshingly, saying he felt a bit more at ease.

"What you were worrying about?"

“Yeah. I’ll tell you later.”

He waggled his finger, saying she’d find out if she waited.

“Anyway, thanks for helping with the training before you head back to Seipia.”

Rimmer nodded toward the pink blanket. Siyan had helped with the training even though she had been called back to Seipia, which made him feel grateful.

"I don't want to go back. I want to make books with Encia here, and I want to keep seeing the super handsome Sir Raon..."

Siyan shook her blanket back and forth, saying she didn’t want to go back to Seipia.

"You can come again. Right now, Encia isn't here either. You two can coordinate your time and come."

Rimmer spread his arms wide, saying she was welcome anytime.

“Re-really?”

“Of course.”

“That’s a relief.”

Just as Siyan sighed in relief, the training ground’s door opened, and Raon entered.

“Eek!”

Siyan jumped in surprise and stepped back, causing the blanket to fall off. She quickly lifted her long hair to cover her face.

“Geez… Seriously…”

Rimmer gave a wry smile at the sight of Siyan.

How could the same girl who had made a fuss demanding the Spirit Kings to give her the power to avenge Raon’s death, now be shy and embarrassed?

“What’s going on?”

He glanced at his increasingly distant sister before turning his gaze to Raon.

“A mission has been issued.”

Raon approached Rimmer and lowered his head slightly.

“A mission, huh…”

Rimmer clicked his tongue as he swung his sword.

“Well, after all, we can’t just play around. What’s the mission about?”

“It’s about House Arianne…”

Raon explained everything he had heard in the audience chamber regarding the mission.

"If we're lucky, it's the king of monsters, if we're unlucky, it's Eden, huh."

Rimmer chuckled, as if he found it interesting.

"I-Isn't it too dangerous if it's Eden?"

Siyan gulped nervously.

"Right now, we can't even summon Ifrit..."

"Just because we can't summon Ifrit doesn't mean we can stand by and do nothing."

Raon smiled gently to reassure Siyan.

‘You can’t stop just because one path is blocked.’

Ifrit and Elaim had joined the war before fully restoring the Spirit Realm, and since then, the other Spirit Kings had forbidden them from descending to the human world.

But there was nothing to fear. Relying on something that wasn’t yours own only weakened both your strength and mind.

Even in dangerous situations, overcoming them by yourself was the mindset of a true warrior aiming for greater heights.

"That's a response befitting the leader of the Light Wind division."

Rimmer grinned, patting Raon on the shoulder.

“Th-Then…”

Siyan bit her lip and stepped forward.

"I'll go too..."

"Go too, my foot! If you don't go back this time, grandpa will come looking for you."

Rimmer waved his hand, telling her to leave before she got in trouble.

“Ugh…”

Siyan lowered her head in disappointment.

"Don't worry. I'll come back safely and tell you what happened."

Rimmer nodded, saying he’d explain everything about the mission when he returned.

“R-Really?”

“Of course!”

“Okay!”

Siyan smiled brightly and pulled the blanket over her head again.

Why is that shitty-ears spirit brat covering herself with a blanket again?

Wrath tilted his head in confusion.

‘She said it’s something she does when she’s happy.’

Spirit brats are truly strange.

Wrath furrowed his brows, unable to understand either Rimmer or Siyan.

“Si-Sir Raon. I’ll see you later.”

Siyan, wrapped in her blanket, bowed.

“Yes. Come visit again.”

“Y-Yes…”

She bowed a few more times before leaving the training ground.

“That was a lie, wasn’t it?”

As soon as it was just him and Rimmer, Raon sighed.

“As expected, our division leader knows me too well.”

Rimmer chuckled and nodded.

"After returning from the mission, I won't even have enough time to gamble and drink, so why would I do that!"

He laughed, saying he had no intention of wasting time on Siyan.

“Ha…”

Raon shook his head. He was struggling to adapt to the frequent shifts between Rimmer’s serious side and his childish personality.

“We’re leaving at dawn tomorrow, so don’t be late.”

“You know me! When it comes to keeping promises, no one does it better than Rimmer!”

Rimmer pointed to himself with his thumb, assuring Raon not to worry.

“…”

Raon and Wrath looked at Rimmer with unimpressed eyes.

He’s going to be late.

‘He’s going to be late.’

***

The fertile forest once called the swamp of death swayed in the wind.

No, upon closer inspection, it couldn’t be called a forest. What was swaying wasn’t trees but the heads and shoulders of monsters.

Rumble!

Goblins, kobolds, orcs, gnolls, wolf bears, trolls, ogres, ettins, cyclopes—a colossal army of monsters beyond counting scanned all around with bloodshot eyes.

They had a chilling presence, as if they wouldn't let even an ant, let alone a human, pass through.

Grrr.

The monsters had been standing guard in the same spot for more than two days without eating or sleeping. Their movements were meticulous, as if protecting something precious.

Kwoooom!

When the third night came and the moonlight grew strangely strong, the center of the land surrounded by the monsters shook, and a massive explosion occurred.

When the monsters standing above it turned into blood and flowed across the ground, a woman wearing a black orc helmet emerged from the collapsed ground.

As she raised a sword with a lion face engraved on it,  the monsters filling the entire forest let out an earth-shaking roar.

Kuaaaaaaaa!

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