The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 742

 Chapter 742

 

"Someone has entered the room of self?"

Raon blinked as he looked up at Glenn.

"Yes."

Glenn nodded and rested his chin on his fist.

"It seems he entered the room of self after hearing the news that we were returning to Zieghart."

He turned his gaze to Chad and muttered that the timing coincided.

"Hmm..."

Raon narrowed his eyes as he examined the documents in Chad's hand.

'Who could it be?'

According to Aris, the room of self is not a space that just anyone can use.

One needs to accumulate sufficient achievements to be granted access, and since so many people made contributions in this war, it was difficult to predict who entered.

'It can’t be a direct line.'

The opportunity to enter the room of self is only once, so direct line swordsmen enter just before becoming a Master or a Grandmaster to surpass their existing realm.

Since most of the direct line Raon knew had already entered the room of self, he couldn't figure out who it might be.

"Can you tell me who entered?"

Raon lowered his posture and looked at Glenn again.

"It's the master of the Central Martial Palace."

Without hesitation, Glenn mentioned Karoon’s name as if it was no big deal.

"The master of the Central Martial Palace...?"

Raon lowered his gaze and swallowed dryly.

'He hadn't entered until now?'

Raon had assumed Karoon would have entered long ago, so he hadn’t even considered him as a candidate, making him chuckle in disbelief.

"Karoon has always had a stubborn streak and pride in strange areas since he was young. He wouldn't listen even when people around him tried to stop him."

Glenn's eyes glimmered with a transparent light, as if recalling Karoon's past.

 

"That stubbornness was a disaster when it came to seeking power, but it seems he hasn't changed when it comes to martial arts."

He looked down at Raon with a gentle smile.

"He said he found a definite clue, so when that boy comes out of the chamber, he will probably have reached Transcendence."

"Transcendence..."

Hearing that Karoon, whose personality was the worst, would reach Transcendence filled Raon's heart with irritation.

"Karoon has certainly committed unforgivable acts. But..."

Glenn's voice turned cold, as if passing judgment.

"He has spent a year in reflection and risked his life to save the family, so I intend to reinstate him. What do you think?"

He lowered his gaze as if asking for Raon's opinion.

"I will follow the will of the head of house."

Raon slowly bowed his head.

'I can consider the debt paid with this.'

Sylvia had said that thanks to Karoon's help, the maids and children were able to survive.

Without feeling the need to express gratitude, Raon decided to let the matter of his return go without complaint.

"The room of self is unrelated to that, it is a privilege originally given to him, so don't overthink it."

"Understood."

Raon bowed his head with a calm gaze.

"Then, after the master of the Central Martial Palace comes out in a month, may I enter?"

"That won’t be possible."

Glenn slowly shook his head.

"Although a person can stay in the room of self for a month, the room requires a period of rest after being used."

He furrowed his eyebrows, explaining that it wasn't a place one could enter repeatedly.

"If Karoon reaches Transcendence as I predict, the rest period will need to be at least half a year."

He explained that the rest period would depend on the level and realm of the user, and it could extend until next year.

Now he understands how it works.

Wrath settled on Raon's shoulder and flicked his hand.

It seems to be a room that forcibly pushes you into a state of selflessness, so naturally, it needs a rest period! If you keep using it without pause, everything would fall apart!

'You're just worried about the food, aren't you!'

This demon king wasn't worried about the room of self, but about himself, who would only eat nadine bread if he entered.

Raon furrowed his brows as he recalled Karoon's cold expression.

'He’s truly a troublesome person.'

He couldn't understand why Karoon chose now to enter. The frustration made him sigh.

"Leaving the rest period aside..."

Glenn removed his hand from his chin and leaned forward slightly.

"I don't recommend that you enter the room of self in your current state."

He shook his head with a sincere and calm expression.

"Didn't you suggest I enter it before?"

"Because the you of that time and the you of now are different."

Glenn drew a small barrier with his fingers.

"As you know, the best time to enter the room of self is when you’ve hit a wall."

He raised his eyes as he drew a slightly larger barrier.

"You’re definitely facing a wall, but it’s not the wall of Transcendence, it’s the wall of reaching the limits of a Grandmaster."

Glenn slowly lowered his hand, saying that Raon was still some distance away from touching the wall of Transcendence.

"If you enter now, you will reach the peak Grandmaster level, but if you enter the room after reaching the peak Grandmaster level, you will surely reach Transcendence."

He offered a gentle smile, as if advising Raon to be patient.

"Of course, you’ll need to find the clue to reaching Transcendence before that."

"What is this clue you mentioned?"

Raon clasped his hands. Glenn had mentioned a clue when he said Karoon entered the room of self.

"It’s the clue to what kind of Trancender you want to become."

Glenn's eyes flashed with a powerful light, like a bolt of lightning.

"To reach Transcendence, you must choose the concept that best suits you from among the many materials you’ve accumulated at the peak of Grandmaster."

His voice was heavy, suggesting that Raon would understand when the time came.

"I see..."

Raon bit his lip deeply.

'I hadn’t even thought of something like a clue.'

He had simply assumed that entering the room of self would lead him to Transcendence, but it seemed he was still far from that.

"Don’t be impatient."

Glenn leaned deeply into the armrest of his throne.

"As I said in the conference hall, the heads of the Five Demons cannot move. You have plenty of time to grow your strength. And…"

He tilted his chin up with a confident smile.

"I am here."

"A...!"

The words “I’m here” struck Raon’s mind like a bolt of lightning, leaving a deep impression.

"I will protect you and the others as you grow, so don’t worry."

Glenn placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Tremor and declared that Zieghart would not crumble.

"Grow stronger. Not just by yourself, but together with your comrades."

He advised Raon that the upcoming battles couldn't be fought alone, and that they all needed to grow together.

"Understood."

Hearing Glenn’s words of protection, Raon’s impatience began to subside. He resolved to grow stronger in his own way, even if it took a little longer.

"However..."

Glenn stroked his chin and lightly smacked his lips.

"You’ve accomplished quite a bit so far, so I will personally oversee your training for a while."

He lightly tapped the Heavenly Tremor, offering to personally teach Raon.

"Are you serious?"

"I am."

"...Thank you."

Raon immediately bowed his head. Every time Glenn had taught him, his progress had been astonishing, making this opportunity no different from a blessing greater than the room of self.

The-The King of Essence, too, can help if you ask…

Wrath suddenly gestured with his round hand, as if telling Raon to leave it to him.

‘What?’

He can take care of you just as well as that old man.

Raon had no idea why Wrath was suddenly acting like this. He decided to ignore him for now.

"It's just a small reward."

Glenn waved his hand dismissively as if it was no big deal.

"Come to the lord’s manor training ground tomorrow at midnight."

"Understood."

Raon bowed again and stood up.

"Then…."

As he stepped back to return to the annex building, Glenn's gaze wavered, as if he was reluctant to let him go.

Below the platform, Roenn wiggled his fingers as if asking for something.

"If you haven't had dinner yet…."

Raon stepped forward again, swallowing dryly.

"Would you like to join us for dinner at the annex building?"

He bowed his head, explaining that Sylvia and the maids had prepared a lot of food.

Why are you inviting that old man?!

Wrath shouted.

He likes nadine bread! Tell him to eat it by himself! There's nothing for him!

Wrath shook his head, insisting that there was no food for Glenn.

Grrr!

‘There’s plenty left over even after you’ve eaten. Don’t worry.’

Raon reassured Wrath, who was growling, and then looked at Glenn.

Glenn's eyes widened as if he hadn't expected to be invited to dinner.

"Ahem, well, I guess I have no choice since I've been invited!"

Despite his words, Glenn quickly bounced up from his throne.

"Of course, you must go since you've been invited."

Roenn chuckled, saying that refusing would be impolite.

"U-um, head of house?"

Chad, who had been holding some documents, dropped them and blinked in surprise.

“I’ll hear your report after I return.”

Glenn said they would discuss it tomorrow, and then he left the audience chamber with Raon. The distance between the two had grown slightly closer than before.

"The future definitely lies with him!"

Chad grinned as he watched the grandfather and grandson walk out together.

“Good thing I’ve already aligned myself with the right side!”

He grinned to himself, pleased with his choice, and returned to his office.

*   *   *

Raon returned to the annex building with Glenn. The kitchen was filled with a variety of aromas, suggesting that the meal was ready.

Amazing! There's stew, pizza, and even roasted lamb chops! All of my favorite dishes!

Wrath grinned, recognizing the dishes just by their scent.

Raon looked back at Glenn, who seemed slightly tense, with his shoulders stiff.

"Let's head to the dining room."

As Raon led Glenn to the dining room, they found not only Sylvia and the maids but also the Ragged Saint, Federick, seated there.

"Oh, father?"

Sylvia was startled by Glenn's sudden appearance and stood up quickly.

"We-We greet the head of house!"

The maids were flustered and knelt down.

"That's enough."

Glenn waved them off, saying there was no need for formalities.

"I brought the head of house since he hadn't eaten yet."

Raon explained as he guided Glenn to the head of the table.

"Ah! Then you've come at the right time!"

Sylvia smiled and pulled out a chair for Glenn.

"So, the heavy-bottomed one actually came."

Federick smirked as he looked at Glenn.

“And what are you doing here?”

Glenn frowned as he looked at Federick, who was leaning back in chair.

"The Ragged Saint came to see Raon, so I invited him to dinner."

Sylvia smiled as she stood next to the Ragged Saint.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem!"

The two men, who had each been invited by Raon and Sylvia, exchanged awkward coughs and narrowed their eyes at each other.

"We've prepared a lot, so please enjoy the meal."

At Sylvia's clap, the maids brought out steaming dishes and placed them on the table.

Ahhh! Mmm!

Wrath flared his nostrils, a blissful expression on his face.

The smell is incredible!

He seemed so captivated by the food that he didn’t even care about Glenn.

"This is wine from the south."

Raon took out a luxurious bottle of wine and poured the first glass for Glenn.

"Hmm!"

Glenn, pleased to receive the first glass, pointed his glass at Federick with a smirk.

“What a childish…”

Federick let out a dry laugh as he accepted the second glass from Raon.

Raon poured wine for everyone at the table and then returned to his seat.

"Today is a welcome home party for Raon and the children. Please enjoy yourselves."

With Sylvia's small clap, the meal began.

That one! Bring me that! There's pasta inside the bread!

Wrath extended his round hand, clearly eager for the pané pasta.

And then the chili shrimp! Bring me five of them!

'Wait your turn.'

Raon pushed back Wrath's hand, which had shot out like lightning, and first served stew to Glenn, Federick, and Sylvia.

"Ahem!"

Once again, Glenn proudly lifted the stew he had received first, showing it off to Federick.

"What's wrong with you…."

Federick shook his head, looking exasperated.

He wants some too! He wants some too!

‘Okay, okay, just stop shouting.’

Raon sighed and twirled the pasta on his fork before putting it into his mouth.

Mmm! The cream is smooth and salty, making it impossible to resist!

Wrath began giving his opinion on the pané pasta as soon as he tasted it. However, despite his overwhelming appetite, his vocabulary was rather lacking.

“The annex building’s food really is the best.”

Glenn and Federick also seemed to enjoy the meal, faint smiles forming as they ate.

“Burp.”

As the meal was nearly finished, Frederick set down his utensils and let out a small burp.

"Before coming here, I checked on the ones you captured."

"What did you find?"

Raon put down the lamb bone he had finished eating and asked.

"They were brainwashed in the same way as the children you saved. It was all Derus' doing."

Federick clenched his fists in genuine anger.

"Can the brainwashing and rage worm be removed?"

Glenn dabbed his mouth with a napkin and looked at him sharply.

“The brainwashing is difficult. The children were only under its influence for a short time, but those men have been brainwashed for their entire lives. However…”

Federick gestured toward Raon with his chin.

"They couldn't withstand the pain that could break the brainwashing. Raon showed them."

"What about the rage worm?"

"It can be removed. It will be extremely painful, but there's no need to go easy on them."

He smiled as if telling them to trust him and brushed his hands off.

"The children are okay now, right?"

Sylvia bit her lip with a worried look in her eyes.

"As I said before, thanks to you all, they have regained their original selves. There's nothing to worry about anymore."

Federick smiled, expressing his gratitude to Sylvia and the maids for taking care of the children.

"Phew..."

Raon let out a deep, heavy sigh from the depths of his chest.

'Thank goodness.'

The children, who had been brainwashed, reminded him of his past self, so he had desperately wanted to save them. Hearing that they were fully cured finally allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Raon. Do you still intend to support whatever the children want to do?"

Federick leaned forward with a serious look in his eyes.

"Yes, that hasn't changed."

"Then it’s going to be difficult for you."

He curled his lips into a long smile.

"Most of them want to become swordsmen like you."

"What do you mean by that...?"

"Those children grew up watching the Chronicles of Raon Zieghart with their eyes and hearing about your exploits with their ears. You’re practically their idol."

Federick wagged his finger, telling Raon to wait just a moment.

"They only talk about you."

Sylvia nodded with a smile.

"It’s true. Even when we visit, all they do is talk about you, young master."

“It’s enough to make us jealous.”

"The Chronicles of Raon Zieghart are practically like a holy book to them."

The maids also smiled gently, saying the children's feelings were genuine.

"Ahem!"

Glenn coughed awkwardly, his lips trembling with joy at the thought of the children idolizing his grandson.

"Glenn, the children have grown, and there are more things they need to buy now..."

Federick smacked his lips, implying that more support was needed.

"Double it."

Without a moment's hesitation, Glenn nodded and agreed to double the budget.

“D-d-double? Are you serious?”

Federick’s eyes widened in surprise at the immediate response.

"Thank you, father."

Sylvia smiled softly and bowed her head.

"It’s no big deal."

Glenn removed his hand from his mouth and quickly turned his head away.

Raon quietly smiled as he watched Glenn and Sylvia grow a little closer.

'I hope they become even happier...'

Hey!

As he was wishing for the two who were close but still distant to grow closer, Wrath suddenly leaped in front of him.

What are you doing? The King of Essence is still hungry!

‘This guy is supposed to be a demon king…’

Raon closed his eyes tightly.

*   *   *

At the peak of the tallest mountain in the continent, the Rudan mountain.

A figure, wearing a mask of a handsome young man, descended upon the white peak, which even dragons avoided.

He walked forward with elegant steps as if taking a stroll through the snowfield, where not even an inch ahead could be seen.

Whoooosh.

As the Fallen approached the edge of the peak, a figure wearing the helmet of a death knight emerged from the black snowstorm. It was the Soul Severing Sword.

He lowered his eyes, which had hardened colder than the Rudan mountain itself.

"You’ve sunk even deeper."

The Fallen smiled faintly as he looked into the eyes of the Soul Severing Sword.

The Soul Severing Sword said nothing, only biting his lips tightly.

"I’ve come to see him. Step aside."

The Soul Severing Sword looked down at the Fallen for a moment before slowly stepping aside to the right.

The Fallen bowed his head to the Soul Severing Sword and entered the black storm.

Whoooosh!

Strangely, there was not a breath of wind inside the storm, and instead of snow on the ground,

it was covered with flowers and greenery as if welcoming spring. It looked like the legendary land of taoist immortals, a realm beyond the mundane world.

"It’s been a while."

The Fallen brushed the snowless sleeves and cast a sharp gaze at the back of the man sitting at the center of the garden.

"Heavenly Demon."

 

 

 

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