The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 747

 Chapter 747

 

“Rimmer.”

Glenn stood at the center of the collapsed training ground.

“You've always said you wanted to make Raon the head of house. You've often mentioned that you considered him a young king. But now…”

He lowered his chin and gazed down at Rimmer, who was holding a sword in salute.

“Why do you suddenly want to make Raon a true king? Raon himself doesn't even seem to care about becoming the head of house.”

Glenn furrowed his brow, unable to understand Rimmer’s actions.

“It doesn’t matter what Raon thinks of Zieghart’s throne.”

Rimmer slowly lifted his head and met Glenn’s eyes.

“I will follow the path that he chooses.”

“Raon’s path?”

"Yes. If Raon wants to become the head of Zieghart, I will pave the way to the throne. If Raon leaves the family and builds his own castle, I’ll be the first to pick up a shovel and lay the bricks."

His eyes flashed with a serious color, as if he had already made up his mind.

"Ugh…"

Glenn swallowed a thin sigh.

Rimmer’s presence was as sharp as during a battle. It meant he had made up his mind and came here with that resolution.

“When Raon was attacked and went missing, I thought about many things.”

Rimmer, still with his head bowed, bit his lip hard enough to tear the flesh.

“Why couldn’t I protect him? Why couldn’t I stop it? Why was I so careless? I despaired over my own incompetence, to the point where I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, and just endlessly swung my sword.”

His hand, still holding the sword in salute, trembled as he continued speaking.

“Then, when Raon reappeared and saved the head of house, I realized just how important Raon was to me. To me and to the Light Wind.”

Rimmer let out a long breath and lifted his gaze once more.

"It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, but if the same thing happens again, Raon could really die one day."

He ground his teeth, as if he didn’t even want to consider the possibility.

"So, I have made up my mind in my own way."

"That’s why you want to serve Raon as your lord?"

Glenn nodded as if he finally understood.

“As I am now, the person I must protect first is the head of house. Even if Raon and the children of the Light Wind are dying in front of me, I have to prioritize the head of house.”

Rimmer revealed a chilling killing intent as if he were standing on the battlefield rather than the training ground.

"I want to break that rule. I want to protect Raon and the Light Wind before the head of house."

He struck the ground with his tightly clenched fist.

"Before I die, I’ll make sure no one can harm Raon."

Rimmer, as if making a solemn vow, struck his bloodied fist against his chest, where his heart beat.

"Please grant me permission."

He knelt on both knees, as if he wouldn’t rise until he received permission.

 

Sheryl, with her arms crossed, looked down at Rimmer thoughtfully. It seemed like she had anticipated this situation.

“Rimmer, you’re still impulsive.”

Glenn looked up at the sky, which seemed to have a gaping hole in it, then lowered his gaze.

"From the first time we met, you were impulsive. Many elves tried to stop you, but you even stole that sword to follow me."

He slowly lowered his gaze to look at Rimmer’s sword.

“I-I didn’t steal it!”

Rimmer shook his head, claiming he had received it rightfully.

“I liked that impulsiveness. That’s why I accepted you.”

Glenn met Rimmer’s clear, transparent eyes.

“After those children died, you hid your emotions behind a fake smile, but now, you’re finally back to the Sword of Light Rimmer that I know."

He smiled brightly, as if pleased.

“Do as you wish.”

Glenn firmly grasped Rimmer’s shoulder, encouraging him to follow the path he had chosen.

“Thank… you.”

Rimmer trembled as he bowed deeply, his shoulder shaking where Glenn’s hand had rested.

“Haah…”

Sheryl let out a long sigh, relieved that the conversation had ended well.

“You fool.”

She leaned her head against the wall, exhausted.

"But it’s going to feel a little lonely now."

Rimmer stood up, clicking his tongue.

“I haven’t even thought about how I should act if I don’t serve the head of the house as my lord.”

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“It’s simple.”

Glenn looked back at Rimmer and smiled softly.

“Comrades. And friends. Isn’t that enough?”

It wasn’t something Glenn would have said in the past, but spending time with Raon and Sylvia had helped him grow emotionally.

Now, it seemed like he could build new relationships not just with Rimmer, but with others as well.

“That sounds nice.”

Sheryl nodded gently, as if she liked the sound of it.

“Aah…”

Rimmer’s fingers trembled in emotion at Glenn’s words.

“What are you doing?”

Sheryl nudged Rimmer lightly with her elbow as she approached him.

"You should respond."

She tilted her chin, urging him to speak.

"Um, head of house…"

Rimmer’s lips curled up as his eyes reddened.

“I’m sorry, but the age gap between us is a bit too extreme for us to be friends.”

He covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head.

"I still look like I’m in my prime twenties, and people would accept that, but you, head of house, with all those wrinkles, it wouldn’t be strange if you ascended to heaven today, with that aged face of yours..."

"You crazy bastard…"

Sheryl, who had been smiling, shut her eyes tightly, her face stiffening.

“If we became friends, people would curse me out. For now, I’ll just keep serving you as the head of house…”

As Rimer babbled with his hands raised, a red lightning bolt gathered in the sky, forming the shape of a sword.

“H-Hey, head of house?”

Rimmer’s lips trembled as he looked at the sword of red lightning that covered the night sky.

“I’m out of aura right now, so if that hits me, I’m really going to die.”

He waved his hand awkwardly, smiling.

“Then die.”

The moment Glenn lowered his hand, the sword of lightning cleaved the sky as it descended.

“H-Hey, friend! Comrade! Head of hooooouse!”

With Rimmer’s scream, a massive bolt of lightning struck, shattering the training ground.

Kuwaaaaaaaang!

Raon sensed the tremendous energy and turned around.

‘Red lightning?’

Seeing a huge red lightning strike fall from a clear sky, it seemed that Rimmer had provoked Glenn and gotten hit.

‘Looks like I’ll have to train the kids with Sir Gambling Monster again today.’

Since it was such a common occurrence, Raon shook his head and headed back into his room.

That… That one looks a bit big, though…

Wrath narrowed his eyes, looked worried.

'It’s fine. That elf will never die.'

Raon chuckled as he took off his outer garment. Even if he and Wrath died, Rimmer seemed like the kind of person who would never die.

Ooh! There is a sandwich here!

Wrath licked his lips as he looked at the sandwich on the desk.

This is Helen's work! Put it in your mouth immediately!

Since he liked Helen's cooking the most, saliva dripped from his mouth.

'There's something I need to check first.'

Check? What?

'The gift from the Blade of Requiem.'

He checked the reward sent by the Blade of Requiem.

[〈The Blade of Requiem〉has absorbed the Soul Severing Orb.]

[〈The Blade of Requiem〉 offers the purified energy.]

[All stats have increased by 25 points.]

[A new trait 〈Blood Path〉has been created.]

The power within the orb that the Ghost of King had hidden exceeded expectations, increasing all his stats by 25 points and even creating a new trait.

Urgh…

It was only now that Wrath seemed to notice the message, letting out a strangled groan.

This is maddening! Draining the essence from my real body wasn’t enough for you—now you’re sucking on human blood and resentment too! You parasite!

'The real parasite here is you.'

Raon snorted as he pointed at Wrath.

'When I eat food, you can taste it too. Without me, you can't do anything. If that's not a parasite, then what is it?'

E-Eh…?

Wrath blinked, seemingly unable to think of a comeback.

Th-That's nonsense! The King of Essence is no parasite! The reason he’s here is not for the food, but for your body and revenge!

'So, I guess this will be fine for a late-night snack, then?'

Raon waved a nadine bread in front of Wrath's face.

A-Ah! No…? You're not eating that, right? There's a sandwich right in front of you....

Wrath, shaking with frustration, waved his trembling hands, wondering why Raon would eat something so tasteless when he had money.

‘I need to activate the Gluttony trait first.’

Raon grinned at Wrath and shoved the nadine bread into his mouth.

The tough texture, like chewing rubber, and the dry, sticky flavor filled his mouth.

You damn heavenly race bastard!

‘It’s not that bad, though….’

Aaaahhhh!

'You're just being biased. It's not as bad as you think...'

Kuaaaaaaaaaa!

Wrath’s screams didn’t stop until Raon ate the sandwich.

*   *   *

Gray fog filled the fifth training ground at dawn.

Raon stood facing Martha, drawing Heavenly Drive.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready?"

Martha swept the black hair that had fallen over her forehead back, baring her teeth.

"I almost collapsed from waiting so long. The excessive 'oiling' has left me feeling rusty."

She let out a rough breath, eager to begin.

"Then let’s start by seeing your swordsmanship."

Raon nodded his chin toward Martha, standing two steps away.

"It’s the Destructive Noble Sword I received from my father."

Martha nodded and raised her sword high.

As she swung it down, the air vibrated, and the ground trembled. The power was immense.

‘Destructive Noble Sword, huh….’

Raon twisted his wrist as he watched Martha’s explosive sword strikes.

‘Still as aggressive as ever. No, it’s even more intense than before.’

Martha's swordsmanship had primarily focused on quick, heavy, and strong sword since her trainee days, but now she was even utilizing the principle of destructive sword, known for its overwhelming force.

The King of Essence feels sadness from that sword.

Wrath furrowed his brow as if feeling pity.

‘It’s a sword to save her mother.’

Since there would be almost no chance to actually stab the White Blood Religion’s leader with the sword, Martha was focusing solely on strong attacks to not miss that moment, even if it meant her own death, her sword carried a chilling, sorrowful determination to kill her opponent.

"How is it?"

Martha rested her sword on her shoulder after completing the Destructive Noble Sword techniques.

"It’s mindlessly offensive."

Raon twirled Heavenly Drive and stepped toward her.

"Let's start now."

"You’ve already finished analyzing it?"

"Your sword is simple, easy to understand. Plus, I’ve seen it a lot."

He wiggled his finger, signaling her to come at him.

"I’ll make you regret that!"

Martha let out a fierce battle cry and charged, bringing her sword down. The blade, infused with Titan’s aura, sliced through the air with a powerful gust.

‘I’ll give her credit for the power.’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Martha’s strike, which seemed capable of shattering the ground.

‘She doesn’t need to change her approach.’

Unlike other swordsmen, Martha clearly understood the swordsmanship she needed to pursue.

It seemed better to help her further develop her strengths.

Chiiing!

Raon blocked her sword strike with the same technique.

Kwaaaang!

The moment their swords collided, a massive shockwave erupted, shaking the entire training ground.

“Ugh….”

Martha staggered back five steps as if she were about to collapse. But Raon hadn’t moved an inch.

"What the…?"

Martha bit her lip as she looked at Raon, who stood still, holding his sword upright.

‘His aura was clearly lower than mine?’

Just a moment ago, Raon's aura was only at a beginner Master level, and he hadn’t used his monstrous physical strength either.

She had used a stronger force with the same technique, so why had she been pushed back?

‘One time isn't enough to figure this out.’

Grinding her teeth, Martha unleashed the fifth technique of the Destructive Noble Sword, Destructive Emergence of the Powerful Cloud.

Her sword strike poured down like heavy storm clouds bringing lightning.

Once again, Raon countered with the same technique, overpowering her sword strike.

Kwaaaang!

The explosion from the collision of two Destructive Emergence of the Powerful Cloud sent Martha flying back.

"No way…."

Martha swallowed nervously as she looked at Raon, standing still with not even a ripple in his clothes.

"Is it about balance?"

Her lips trembled as she swung her sword again.

"Can something like balance really make this much difference?"

"It's not 'just'."

Raon calmly shook his head.

"Your body’s center of balance can change the essence of swordsmanship itself. It can make something heavy feel heavier and something light feel lighter. It’s a crucial factor."

"But I moved exactly as it said in the swordsmanship manual!"

Martha stomped her foot in frustration, not understanding.

"A swordsmanship manual doesn’t know who you are."

Raon lowered Heavenly Drive and calmly opened his eyes.

"Don’t be satisfied with just following someone else’s teachings. Find your own sword and your own path. A strong sword doesn’t make a strong person.”

He turned his shoulders, saying, "If it were you, you'd understand."

“There’s no need to rush. You’re not alone.”

“Ah….”

Martha bit her lip, repeating Raon's words. The impatience that had filled her eyes slowly began to subside.

‘Was I really so desperate that even that clueless guy could notice…?’

No, it would be impossible not to notice.

The White Blood Religion’s leader she had seen on the battlefield had become much stronger, as if mocking her growth.

The overwhelming energy she felt was so powerful it made it seem impossible to even approach her.

Ever since feeling that absolute power, every day had been hell.

She trained her swordsmanship and practiced her footwork, but all she could think was that she couldn’t save her mother. Even when she slept, she only had nightmares.

On the surface, she acted like everything was normal as she trained, but of course, it wasn’t going well.

But Raon’s words, reminding her that she wasn’t alone, along with the trust in him, and seeing the rapid progress of the Light Wind swordsmen, reignited a hope in her that she could do it too.

"Yeah…"

Martha nodded.

“The rakshasa woman who crawled up from hell can’t stop here!”

She charged toward Raon and swung her sword.

Kuwaaaaaang!

By leaning her knees slightly forward and lowering the angle of her arms, the power of her sword strike doubled.

She was so surprised by the unbelievable result that she let out a gasp.

“You’re not there yet.”

Rather than praise her, Raon told her to keep improving as he beckoned with his finger.

“I know that!”

To not lose the current sensation, Martha unleashed all the techniques of the Destructive Noble Sword. Using Raon as a mirror, she perfected her own movements.

“I’ll tell you clearly.”

Raon parried Martha’s sword and revealed a dry gaze.

“You may talk about reaching Grandmaster, but it’s highly unlikely that you or the other captains will achieve that before the next war. In fact, calling it impossible wouldn’t be an exaggeration.”

His voice was calm as he shook his head.

“So, what will you do?”

“What do you mean, what will I do!”

Martha flashed a fierce but beautiful smile.

“I’ll keep going, of course!”

It wasn’t the same reckless meaning as before. It was a vow to do her best in the given situation, filled with hope.

After finally pushing Raon back a step, Martha lowered her sword. She felt a surge of excitement, as if she could break through to the next level if she organized her newfound insight.

“It’s not over. Let’s keep going!”

Just as she was about to charge Raon again—

“Stop.”

Runaan stepped in front of Martha and shook her head.

“Why all of a sudden…?”

“Time.”

She pointed at the sky, where it was already well past noon.

“Ugh, it was just getting good….”

“It’s my turn. The rakshasa woman is done.”

Runan shook her head as if to say it was time for her.

“Who are you calling the rakshasa woman!”

Martha glared at Runaan.

“You called yourself that. The rakshasa woman who crawled up from hell.”

Runaan repeated Martha’s own words and nodded.

“Ugh…”

“Move aside, rakshasa woman.”

Just as Martha and Runaan glared at each other, ready to draw their swords,

Hwaaaaang!

An enormous surge of aura erupted from the right side of the training ground.

Chiiiiiing!

It was Dorian and Krein. The swords of the two, who had been sparring, were now blazing with concentrated aura.

“Astral energy.”

“Those guys reached the Master level?”

Runaan and Martha widened their eyes at the sight of the astral energy burning from Dorian and Krein’s swords.

“This is… astral energy?”

Krein, unable to believe the astral energy he had created, teared up.

“M-My hand feels like it’s about to fall off! What do I do? S-someone save me!”

Dorian’s hands trembled uncontrollably, seemingly scared by his own astral energy.

“With this…”

Raon smiled as he looked at Dorian and Krein’s differently colored astral energies.

“The first button has been fastened.”

*   *   *

In front of Derus Robert’s faded throne, four gray screens appeared.

"It’s been a while. Or should I say, it's the first time in this appearance?"

He beckoned toward the figures reflected in the gray windows.

“Derus Robert.”

The White Blood Religion’s leader, shown in the first gray screen, crossed her legs as she lifted the hem of her dress.

“You really fooled everyone.”

Her brows furrowed as if she wasn’t pleased with Derus.

“Thanks to that, didn’t we all profit in some way?”

The Fallen smiled faintly from the second gray screen.

“Of course, if you had explained the situation, we could have gained even more.”

He muttered regretfully, giving Derus a strange look.

Zzzzzzt.

The third gray screen didn’t show a person, only a churning darkness, like a bottomless abyss.

"But why the Five Demons Conference?"

The White Blood Religion’s leader waved her hand toward the fourth gray screen.

“If that sword-crazed old man and the bandit scum are dead, shouldn’t it just be the Four Demons?”

She snorted, as if to ask whether he couldn’t even count.

“Whether the Holy Sword Alliance’s master lives or dies, the Holy Sword Alliance participated in this conference.”

At Derus’ gesture, the final gray screen flickered, revealing an elderly swordsman with a sharp expression.

“From now on, I am the master of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

Rector, the Master of the Bloody Sword and known as the Sword Demon, tilted his chin up.

“If anyone has an objection, speak now.”

His eyes blazed quietly, as if illuminating the darkness.

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