The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 749

 Chapter 749

 

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the swordsmen filling the front yard of the main building.

It seemed like not only the Central Martial Palace, but the entire House Zieghart had gathered here.

“Did everyone come to see the master of the Central Martial Palace?”

“Tha-That’s right.”

Dorian quickly swallowed the bread he was chewing and nodded.

“If the master of the Central Martial Palace reaches Transcendence, Zieghart will become the only one among the Five Kings to have three Transcenders. Whether it's the inner city, the outer city, or the vassal families, everyone is talking about Sir Karoon.”

He clenched his fist tightly as if he too was excited.

“Hm!”

Burren trembled, his lips tightly pressed together, seemingly satisfied with the anticipation surrounding Karoon.

Aaak! The bread, the bread!

Wrath, uninterested in Karoon reaching Transcendence, swallowed as he stared at the crumbs Dorian had dropped.

‘Why are you acting like this...’

This is all your fault!

Wrath screamed as he rushed at him.

You've been stuffing yourself with that dry bread every day, and now my mouth is full of sores! No matter what the King of Essence eats, it all tastes like rubber!

Wrath tied a white band around his head, demanding rights.

Awaken! The King of Essence demands the right to proper meals…

‘A demon king talking about rights is nonsense.’

Raon shoved Wrath aside, who was dramatically shouting for an uprising, and walked towards the lord’s manor.

“At this rate, there won't even be a spot left to watch.”

“Division leader! Over here!”

 

Krein, who had come early to secure a good viewing spot, waved his hand when he saw Raon looking for a place to sit.

‘That guy always manages to show up everywhere.’

Raon snickered as he walked over to Krein’s side.

“The master of the Central Martial Palace has been inside the audience chamber for over 30 minutes, so he should be coming out soon.”

Krein smacked his lips as he mentioned that it wouldn’t be long before they could see what had happened.

“Ho-How do you think it will turn out?”

Dorian swallowed dryly and clasped his hands together. It seemed like he was looking forward to the possibility of Karoon ascending to Transcendence—or not

“Who knows.”

While Raon was looking at the tense Burren and fidgeting with his fingertips, a controlled sound of footsteps came from the inner part of the lord’s manor.

Step.

The sound of footsteps, which demanded attention from all senses, grew louder, and soon, Karoon Zieghart, dressed in a neatly pressed uniform, appeared.

“Ah....”

The moment Raon saw Karoon's red eyes, he realized it, Karoon had stepped into a realm different from his.

He has reached Transcendence.

Wrath nodded as if confirming it.

His energy wave is already stable. It seems he has grasped both the will and image quite well.

Though he didn’t like Karoon, Wrath acknowledged his achievement.

‘It seems that way.’

Raon nodded heavily.

‘It’s not just that he’s changed—he seems like a completely different person.’

In Karoon’s serene, sunken eyes, a blade that gleamed with precision like a pendulum seemed to flash.

Even though he wasn’t revealing a savage or fierce energy like before, Raon felt chills running down his spine.

‘I can't win against him right now.’

Before entering the room of self, Raon might have had a fifty-fifty chance if he had fought Karoon, who was at the peak Grandmaster level.

But not anymore. He couldn’t win. It would be a certain loss.

“F-Father.”

Burren, too, felt the change in Karoon’s atmosphere and trembled.

“It seems you’ve improved a little.”

Karoon immediately recognized Burren’s growth and gave him a calm nod.

“N-No, I’m not there yet.”

Burren awkwardly brushed back his bangs, feeling embarrassed.

"It must be thanks to him."

Karoon’s gaze moved past Burren, settling on Raon who was standing behind him.

“Thank you.”

“W-What…?”

Raon gulped and stepped back.

‘Did he just thank me? That man?’

Raon's hair stood on end as if he had heard a curse that shouldn’t be spoken

“Even if that child has talent, it's difficult to grow this much in such a short time.”

Karoon lowered his eyes for a moment, then raised them again, highly praising Raon’s teaching.

“Third division captain found his own path.”

Raon shook his head, crediting Burren instead of himself.

“Is that so.”

Unlike before, Karoon seemed to have taken an interest in Burren, nodding as he shifted his gaze.

“Uh, Fa-Father. Did you reach Transcendence…?”

Burren took a step closer and asked the question everyone was dying to know.

“I’ve reached it.”

Karoon nodded without hesitation.

“Woooaaah!”

“Congratulations, Sir Karoon!”

“We knew you could do it!”

“The third Transcender of Zieghart!”

The swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace and the direct line members crowded around Karoon, cheering.

"As expected!"

“Congratulations!”

Even the swordsmen from the other factions, sincerely congratulated and applauded Karoon, as Zieghart growing stronger was good news for everyone.

“Thank you.”

Karoon, as if his personality had changed, accepted their greetings in a calm voice, without arrogance or pressure.

“Raon Zieghart.”

After receiving all the congratulations, Karoon approached Raon.

“Please speak.”

Raon let out a heavy breath as he met Karoon’s serene eyes, as deep as the ocean.

“I may be ahead of you for now, but one day, you will catch up to me.”

Karoon's gaze softened.

“…That day is still far off.”

If it were before entering the room of self, it might have been possible, but to catch up to the current Karoon, he’d have to cross an ocean. It was a distant future.

“No, you will undoubtedly reach this realm sooner than you think.”

Karoon shook his head as if he were certain. Raon couldn’t understand why he was suddenly being praised like this.

“However, the throne is something I cannot yield.”

His once calm eyes suddenly stirred, like waves crashing.

“Even if you reach the same level as me, or even higher, the throne of Zieghart belongs to me.”

“That’s…”

Raon’s eyes widened. Karoon had practically just declared in front of everyone that he would become the head of Zieghart.

“Yes, it’s a declaration.”

Karoon nodded calmly, as if confirming Raon’s thoughts.

“Then you’ve come to the wrong person. I have no desire for Zieghart’s throne.”

Raon, who genuinely had no interest in becoming the head of house, closed his eyes and calmly responded.

That’s right!

Wrath jumped up and landed on his shoulder.

This brat’s only obsession is swordsmanship! At this point, it's more of an obsession than love!

He flapped his hands, asking Raon to show some interest in food as well.

“No. You and I will inevitably cross swords before the golden throne.”

Karoon smiled with certainty, as if he had seen the future.

“I’ll wait.”

He lowered his hand with precision and headed toward the Central Martial Palace.

“Uh, Si-Sir Palace master!”

“Please wait!”

The swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace and the direct line glanced at Raon once before following Karoon.

“Raon.”

Burren clenched his fist tightly as he watched Karoon's back.

"My goal to be acknowledged by my father hasn't changed."

“I know.”

“Elegance and precision that doesn't suit the Barren Wind Sword.”

He smiled confidently.

“I won’t give up. I’ll make sure they harmonize.”

Burren, as if determined, returned not to the Central Martial Palace but to the fifth training ground.

As expected, the reason he couldn’t abandon his noble swordsmanship was likely due to his admiration for Karoon.

“A father and a son, huh….”

Raon clicked his tongue as he watched Karoon and Burren leave in opposite directions.

Having never experienced a father even in his second life, it seemed like something he would never understand for the rest of his life.

'But more importantly…'

Recalling the certainty in Karoon’s red eyes, Raon furrowed his brow.

'Why did Karoon say he would fight me for the position of the head of house?'

What did he see…?

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Before midnight, Raon went to the lord’s manor training ground. Unlike usual, Glenn was already there, gazing up at the night sky.

“I greet the head of house.”

Raon bowed to Glenn's back.

“I heard you met Karoon.”

Glenn turned around. He smiled faintly, as if he already knew about the conversation with Karoon.

“Yes. He has reached Transcendence.”

Raon nodded as he recalled Karoon’s calm yet sharp presence.

“What did you think?”

“It felt like looking at a quiet forest at night, not knowing what might leap out.”

“You saw it correctly.”

Glenn wiggled his finger, praising Raon’s keen observation.

“I expected him to reach Transcendence, but he’s achieved more than I anticipated. His talent has finally blossomed.”

He smiled, saying something similar to what Wrath had mentioned. Since they were in the same realm, it seemed they saw things similarly.

“Raon. Do you think you can reach it?”

“Yes.”

Raon answered without hesitation, bowing his head.

“It’s certainly a distant and high mountain, but not one I can’t climb.”

Seeing Karoon today had made it clear. Transcendence was far away, but not an unreachable sky.

“That’s an answer fitting of you.”

Glenn brought his hands together, pleased with Raon’s response.

“However, Karoon spoke about the position of head of house. Do you truly have no interest in the throne?”

“Yes.”

Raon, once again, gave a short answer, lowering his gaze.

“My greatest goal has always been to restore my mother to the direct line. If the position of head of house had been necessary for that, it might have been different, but I’m not considering it now.”

“Alright. That’s enough.”

Glenn nodded, agreeing that the position of head of house shouldn't be forced upon someone.

"Then, I suppose what you’re curious about now is the room of self."

He walked forward with his hands behind his back.

“Unfortunately, it seems you won’t be able to use the room of self for a while.”

Glenn clicked his tongue, saying Karoon had taken too much from it.

“It’s best to think of it as something for next year.”

“I understand.”

Raon bowed. Though it was a bitter pill to swallow, he had expected as much after seeing Karoon and accepted it calmly.

“Then let’s begin your training today. The swordsmanship I’ll be teaching you this time is the Demonic Righteous Sword.

Glenn lifted Heavenly Tremor with a serious expression.

"It's a supreme swordsmanship that leaked from the Holy Sword Alliance. Even for you, it will be quite the challenge."

He pointed his sword to the sky as if to say Raon should prepare himself.

Swoosh.

Raon put thoughts of Karoon’s Transcendence and the throne aside, calmly raising Heavenly Drive. His red eyes burned quietly, like smoldering embers.

“I’m ready.”

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In a dense forest that seemed to rise uncontrollably, a tall woman walked forward.

She was wearing a black orc helmet, so her face couldn’t be seen, but her skin was white and firm, making her look not just young, but almost childlike.

As she walked, the bushes parted and the branches opened a path for her. The forest itself seemed to welcome her, as if she were an elf.

But what was even more remarkable were the beings following her. Monsters born from the fertile forest and land were slowly forming an army as they followed her.

Goblins, kobolds, orcs, gnolls, and even large monsters like trolls and ogres. Creatures that should have been fighting to the death were marching in unison as if possessed by ghosts.

Whistle!

A man wearing a green snake helmet, observing the strange sight, whistled.

“As expected, an awakened king is something else.”

He exclaimed in genuine amazement.

"It's way more effective than using the mask's sorcery. So, this is why you brought her?"

“No. I didn’t know.”

The Two-Headed Demon beside him shook his head as if confused.

“I brought her thinking she could be useful to subdue red ogre or green ogre since her mother’s bloodline is decent. I had no idea she could control monsters, not just greenskins.”

He chuckled, saying it was sheer luck.

"Luck, huh? Including that as well."

The green snake helmet man pointed at Soul Severing Sword, which was watching from behind.

“Ah, I actually brought that one on purpose.”

The Two-Headed Demon smiled as he turned to look back.

“Even though his aura was weak, his swordsmanship was insane.”

He clicked his tongue, saying he wanted to fight him again.

"You’re still such a freak."

The green snake helmet man snorted and unfolded his arms.

“We’ll need to manage the timing a bit. If they gather too quickly, those bastards might come.”

“I know.”

The Two-Headed Demon waved his hand dismissively, telling him not to worry.

“I’m curious to see how many forces will gather, but I guess I have to go. There's a ton of dirty work to do.”

The green snake helmet man frowned, complaining that he was the only one busy in Eden, then disappeared.

Bzzzzzz.

As the green snake helmet man left, Soul Severing Sword trembled slightly before following the woman in the orc helmet.

The Two-Headed Demon laughed, watching Soul Severing Sword’s back with amusement.

“Is it instinct? Or maybe…”

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Late at night, near midnight.

Raon smiled faintly as he watched the dozens of sword lights illuminating the darkness of the fifth training ground.

“They’ve improved a lot.”

To be honest, they're completely different from three months ago.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging that the power and mentality of the Light Wind swordsmen had changed dramatically.

‘I didn’t expect them to improve this much either.’

As if keeping the resolve not to remain as mere extras, everyone in the Light Wind division, except for Yua and Yulius, had surpassed the wall of Master.

Burren, Martha, Runaan, and even Mark Goetten had reached the highest Master level, so it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that all the swordsmen who trained in the fifth training ground had made significant progress.

‘Am I the only one whose state hasn’t changed?’

But there was no need to be impatient.

Even though his martial strength remained the same, his accomplishments in the versatile sword had grown tremendously thanks to the various swordsmanship he had learned from Glenn.

He had also learned new principles, and some of them were now refined enough to use in real combat.

‘Especially the Demonic Righteous Sword.’

The Demonic Righteous Sword from the Holy Sword Alliance suited him remarkably well.

Like the name suggests, it had a sense of solemn grandeur within its wickedness, making it feel as though it tied together my previous and present lives.

Raon kept the passion of the Light Wind swordsmen close to his heart as he headed to the lord's manor training ground.

While practicing the Demonic Righteous Sword several times under the soft light and regulating his breathing, the door opened, and Glenn entered.

“I greet the head of house.”

Raon bowed his head cautiously.

“I saw the fifth training ground on my way.”

Glenn greeted him with a wave of his hand and approached.

“They’ve all improved. Aside from the two who joined later, everyone’s level has risen significantly.”

He smiled warmly, proud of the Light Wind division, who had trained day and night for the past three months.

“They’re still lacking in many areas.”

As Raon shook his head, Glenn raised his hand.

“It’s time for you to take on a new mission.”

 

 

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