The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 730

 Chapter 730

 

Raon finished his light meal with a sandwich made by Helen and got ready to leave.

Hmm...

Wrath briefly smacked his lips as he looked at the empty sandwich plate.

The King of Essence could eat a bit more...

He subtly rolled his eyes as he suggested filling up on other food.

‘When we get to the conference, there will be plenty of food... huh?’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he observed Wrath.

'Have you gained weight?'

Currently, Wrath was in a spiritual form, so it made no sense for him to gain weight, but his cheeks and arms were puffed up like well-baked bread.

W-what nonsense! The King of Essence is the ruler of devildom! He doesn’t gain weight!

Wrath vehemently denied it, waving his hands.

‘You've certainly been eating a lot lately.’

Raon nodded as he observed Wrath’s quivering chin.

The demon king has been demanding daily tributes from him as his life-saver, and after eating all the food he wanted, it seems that he has gained weight.

He told you, he doesn’t gain weight!

Wrath shouted in denial, shaking his head. His cheeks jiggled like pudding.

Saying that he has gained weight is an insult to the King of Essence!

'Whatever, from now on, you're on a diet.'

Raon muttered about eating nadine bread everyday and left the room.

No, that's absolutely not possible! He is your life-saver...

Raon pushed the clinging Wrath away and headed towards the entrance.

'Now it really begins.'

He recalled Derus Robert as he walked through the corridor bathed in soft sunlight, focusing intensely to prepare for any move Derus might make.

"Are you leaving now?"

Sylvia approached with a smile at the entrance.

"Yes. We should start soon."

Raon nodded and stood at the entrance, showing Sylvia a calm smile to ease her worries.

"Helen. The sandwich was good."

He handed the empty plate to Helen with both hands folded.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Helen took the plate and smiled gently.

"Raon."

Sylvia's smile froze, and her expression turned cold.

"Are you going to fight?"

"What...?"

Raon turned to Sylvia, swallowing dryly.

"What are you talking about..."

Sylvia didn’t know what would happen today. She only knew about the Conference of the Six Kings that would take place after the war, so he didn’t understand what made her say such a thing.

“Your eyes look so desperate, as if you're standing on a battlefield, just like when you fought for me in the sword duel.”

Sylvia's hands trembled as she clutched her skirt, clearly anxious.

"..."

Raon bit his lip as he looked into Sylvia's shaking eyes.

'How did she know?'

He hadn’t even released his aura, not to mention any killing intent.

Slowly waking his concentration while showing a smiling face, he couldn't understand what she had seen to realize it.

This is the greatness of a mother!

Wrath raised his chin and snorted proudly.

It was unclear why he was boasting, but Sylvia's senses were indeed remarkable.

"I'm not going to fight. I just want to untangle some knots."

Raon earnestly spoke as he took Sylvia's hand.

"Besides, I'm going with the head of house. Nothing will happen."

He shook his head, assuring her there was no need to worry.

"That's true."

Sylvia smiled faintly, trusting in Glenn.

"If there's a problem, go straight to the head of house. No, to your grandfather."

Perhaps because he had nearly lost his life once, she treated him like a child.

"Yes."

Raon agreed without further words to reassure Sylvia.

"Then I'll be going."

Raon bowed to Sylvia and left the annex building.

‘Yes, this isn’t a fight.’

As he had told Sylvia, this was not a fight. It was a one-sided attack.

The conference hall would become an execution ground, where Derus's true identity would be laid bare.

'For my mother and the maids, I must expose Derus's true identity.'

Raon waved to Sylvia and the maids who had come out to the garden, then headed towards the main building where the gathering place was.

In front of the main building, swordsmen from the Light Wind division and the Heavenly Blade division were waiting.

"Division leader. This way, please."

Burren raised his hand to show his division leader where to stand.

Having trained during the vacation, a sharp wind could be felt from him, as if from a well-honed blade.

“You’re always the first to arrive for training, but you’re always the last when it’s time to depart.”

Martha grumbled, frowning. She too exuded a strong aura, showing her growth.

"Handsome Raon."

Runaan waved lazily, beckoning him to hurry up. Despite her vacant expression, there was an air of nobility about her.

Though she hadn't grown as much in martial prowess as Burren or Martha, she seemed to have matured significantly in her mental strength.

‘They said she had clashed with Syria.’

He had heard that Runaan had stood against Syria while he was unconscious.

It seemed that some fear still lingered, but he believed she would overcome it on her own in due time.

Koong!

As Raon smiled at the progress of Burren, Martha, and Runaan, a heavy footstep sounded from behind.

"Division leader. You've arrived?"

It was Dorian. He came forward, smiling foolishly and bowing his head.

"Uh...?"

Raon opened his mouth wide as he saw Dorian.

"Have you gained weight too?"

Dorian appeared with a face as puffy as Wrath's.

It felt like going back to the days when they first met as trainees.

"Ehehe! Maybe it's because the tension's gone, but my appetite exploded!"

"It's not your appetite, your belly is going to explode!"

Martha wrinkled her brow in disbelief, thumping Dorian's belly.

 Not even able to control your diet? How pathetic!

Wrath shook his head in disgust.

‘You’re the spitting image of him right now.’

W-what nonsense! The King of Essence is the epitome of beauty!

He shook his head vigorously, denying it. His jiggling chin looked just like Dorian's, but Raon kept his mouth shut out of annoyance.

"Raon."

Sheryl approached from the right and tapped his shoulder.

“How can the leader be the last to arrive? You should be here first, getting ready.”

Despite her words about being late, she greeted him with a smile.

"Our vice leader isn't here yet, though..."

"Was that person even human?"

Sheryl waved her hand dismissively, implying he should make sense.

He had nothing to say since he wasn’t really human.

“That's really too much!”

Rimmer gritted his teeth as he burst out from the main building.

“I’m human too!”

He charged at Sheryl, demanding not to be ignored.

“You’re an idiot before you’re human!”

Sheryl kicked Rimmer away and frowned.

‘Hmm?’

Raon widened his eyes as he watched Rimmer, who was brawling with Sheryl.

‘Did the vice division leader also train?’

It seemed that Rimmer’s strength had increased. Although it wasn’t a significant change like Burren or Martha, it was evident that he had been training consistently.

Thud.

As Sheryl and Rimmer stepped aside, giving way, the Light Wind swordsmen and the Heavenly Blade swordsmen retreated when the sound of footsteps echoed from deep within the lord’s manor.

It was Glenn. He walked out with Roenn and stood before the Heavenly Blade and Light Wind divisions.

“We greet the head of house!”

“We greet the head of house!”

Following Rimmer and Sheryl’s lead, the swordsmen of the Light Wind and Heavenly Blade knelt simultaneously.

“There’s no need for such excessive greetings so early in the morning.”

Glenn gestured for them to restrain themselves and stepped forward to the two divisions.

“Prepare for departure.”

“Yes, sir!”

The mages of Zieghart, who had been standing by on the left, quickly began to open the dimensional gate.

As Raon watched the blue light seep into the dimensional gate, Glenn approached him.

“Take this.”

He pulled out a small dagger from his pocket and handed it over. It was the Blade of Requiem, which had been lost in the Rable River.

“Huh…?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at the Blade of Requiem.

“You had it, head of house?”

“Yes. I picked it up from the riverbed.”

Glenn nodded as he glanced at the Blade of Requiem.

“I was delayed in returning it because I had a new sheath made.”

“Ah…”

Now that he looked, the sheath of the Blade of Requiem had indeed been replaced. Judging by the ornate appearance, it seemed to be the work of Vulcan, not Kuberad.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed deeply and accepted the Blade of Requiem.

“It’s nothing.”

Glenn shook his head and returned to his original position.

Wooong!

The Blade of Requiem hummed with a clear resonance, as if happy to be reunited with Raon.

‘Yeah. I’m glad too.’

Raon tightly gripped the vibrating Blade of Requiem and looked at Glenn’s back.

Perhaps because it had been given by Glenn, the Blade of Requiem felt heavier and warmer than before.

* * *

Wooong!

Raon emerged from the dimensional gate, which shimmered like the clear autumn sky.

Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he opened his eyes and saw the headquarters of the Beast Union, where he had briefly stayed after rescuing Ogram.

Normally, it would have taken many checkpoints and gates to reach this place, but thanks to Chamber and the Magic Tower’s master adjusting the coordinates in advance, they arrived directly at the headquarters of the Beast Union.

“Raon!”

Ogram, who had been leaning against a zelkova tree large enough to be called the World Tree, stood up.

He called Raon’s name before Glenn’s and ran toward him.

“Union leader.”

Raon bowed his head to Ogram, who was charging toward him like a bull.

“Are you feeling better now?”

Despite being the one who should be more exhausted, Ogram reached out, worrying about Raon first.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Glenn blocked Ogram’s path and frowned.

“If you charge at him like that, this boy’s bones will be crushed.”

He raised his hand in a cutting motion, signaling Ogram not to come any closer.

“Raon is tougher than I am!”

Ogram shook his head, asserting that Raon’s body was made of steel.

“Even so, you’re not allowed.”

Glenn stood firm, refusing to let him pass.

“I’m not going to devour your grandson!”

“What's not allowed is not allowed.”

“Argh! You stubborn old man!”

Ogram gritted his teeth and raised his fist.

“You don't understand, union leader.”

Rimmer chuckled as he watched the two Transcenders bicker like children.

‘It’s not about protecting Raon.’

Glenn simply didn’t like the idea of Ogram hugging Raon first since he hadn’t had the chance to do so himself.

It was a childish argument, but it brought a smile to his face.

“Are the preparations complete?”

Glenn asked Ogram, who was stepping back.

“Everything is ready.”

Ogram snorted as he nodded.

“……”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched them.

‘They’re not talking about the conference.’

What they meant by “complete” was whether they had finished preparing to expose Derus’ identity.

It seemed that Ogram and the Beast Union had completed all the preparations in the past week.

“Brother!”

As Raon smiled in satisfaction, Garona emerged from behind Ogram.

“It looks like your wounds have healed!”

He nodded his head in relief.

“Yes, I’m better now.”

Raon lightly patted the chest where the wound had been and smiled.

Garona, too, seemed to have gained much insight from the recent war, having reached a higher level.

“Raon.”

Ogram stopped glaring at Glenn and tilted his head as he examined Raon.

“Did your mastery of Raging Sea advance again?”

He widened his eyes as he immediately recognized Raon’s increased mastery of Raging Sea.

“Yes. I was lucky.”

“Hahaha!”

Ogram laughed so hard that it made his ears ring as he grabbed his forehead.

“At this rate, my secret technique will be known by the name of Raon Zieghart. You all need to step up your game!”

He chuckled as he glanced at the Beast Union’s executives.

“If it’s Sir Raon, that’s perfectly fine.”

The beast union vice leader smiled gently, as if it didn’t matter what was given to Raon.

“What do you think, Raon? Why not become my successor…?”

Ogram jokingly reached out his hand.

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

Glenn’s forehead veins bulged as he slapped Ogram’s hand away. His face turned red, and he seemed genuinely angry.

“I’m kidding! Just kidding!”

Ogram grinned, seemingly enjoying Glenn’s reaction.

“Ahem, haven’t the others arrived yet?”

Glenn cleared his throat, realizing he had been too agitated, and turned his gaze away.

"You were the first to arrive."

Ogram pointed at the round building standing behind them, saying that they should wait in the conference hall if they were bored.

"There seem to be a lot of people here, though?"

Dorian blinked as he looked around at the people wandering around the union.

"They are not from the Six Kings. They are neutral factions attending this conference."

Ogram lowered his hand, explaining that he had invited many factions due to the importance of this conference.

Raon nodded as he scanned the people filling the Beast Union.

‘Everything is going according to plan.’

The neutral factions weren't invited because of the conference's importance.

The goal was to expose Derus’ true identity in front of as many people as possible and make him the continent’s public enemies.

“Well then, first….”

Just as Glenn was about to enter the conference hall, a blue dimensional gate opened in midair, and Chamber jumped out.

“Oh, so far. So far.”

Chamber muttered, lifting her witch hat that had slipped down to her forehead, complaining about the inconvenience of using magic.

“Oh, seeing you in person….”

She wedged herself between Ogram and Glenn, pulling out a candy and popping it into her mouth.

“Your wrinkles have increased a lot, old men. You should take better care of yourselves.”

Chamber chuckled as she teased the two Transcenders.

"You're the oldest one he… Ugh!"

Ogram, who was about to mention her age, immediately shut his mouth when he saw Chamber's eyes turn red.

“Did you come alone?”

“Of course not.”

Chamber pinched Ogram’s side and pointed behind her, where Balkar’s mages were walking out of the still-open dimensional gate. Among them was Princess Jaina.

“Gasp!”

Dorian let out a low groan as he recognized Jaina.

“It’s the arrogant princess!”

“Yes, indeed.”

Raon nodded with a smile. Jaina’s pretty face hadn’t changed, but the scent of mana emanating from her had deepened significantly.

It seemed she had also made considerable progress since they last met.

“Hmph.”

As soon as Jaina was recognized, she snorted and turned her head sharply away.

“Still the same.”

Raon chuckled as he watched Jaina. There was something almost cute about how she maintained her arrogance, even though she was on a leash.

“She’s something else….”

Dorian shook his head, seemingly sharing the same thought.

Vhooom!

Following Balkar, the next dimensional gate opened, revealing Owen.

Lecross, the Silent Sword Sovereign, clad in black armor that seemed to devour the sun, appeared with his knights.

“Are we a bit late?”

King Lecross approached Glenn, removing his helmet.

“No, these guys just arrived early.”

Ogram shook his head, pointing to Glenn and Chamber.

“Sir Raon!”

Greer, the third prince of Owen, ran out from among the knights, waving his hand.

“I’ve become a Master! Thank you!”

He smiled brightly, saying he had broken through the Master’s wall thanks to Raon.

“Huh? What did I do…?”

Raon waved his hand, puzzled by the third prince's words.

“Every time I heard of your achievements, I felt motivated. Just seeing the swordsman I sparred with reach such heights gave me courage.”

He bowed his head again, expressing his gratitude.

“No, it was all thanks to your efforts, Prince. I didn’t do anything.”

Raon smiled as he placed his hand on the third prince’s shoulder.

“Thank you for saying that.”

The third prince smiled and turned his gaze to Martha.

“Lady Martha, I’m a Master now too….”

“I'm an advanced Master now. You’re still a small fry.”

Martha tilted her chin up, unimpressed.

“Ugh….”

The third prince slumped to the ground, his shoulders drooping as if he had just been rejected.

Vhoooom!

Just as the third prince's spirit seemed about to dissipate like mist, the third dimensional gate opened, and the mages of the Magic Tower appeared.

Unlike Balkar’s mages, they were covered from head to toe in robes as they walked out slowly.

“Where’s the Magic Tower’s master?”

Chamber squinted her eyes as she looked up at the mages of the Magic Tower.

“She’s over here.”

When a mage with ash-gray hair stepped aside, a blonde mage crouched down, covered in robes like a blanket, was revealed.

“I-I’m here.”

The Magic Tower’s master raised a trembling hand, but she still didn’t reveal his face.

“Geez! You look like a vampire! Are you going to die if you touch sunlight?”

Chamber, looking exasperated, pulled the Magic Tower’s master out. The other mages, seemingly familiar with the scene, stood calmly in place.

“Si-Sir Raon!”

A tall giant stepped forward from the Tower Master’s side and removed his robe.

“Yuria?”

It was Yuria from the Magic Tower, whom he had met at the festival of the Five Divine Orders. Raon had a good impression of him because he had seen him save citizens despite being in a dangerous situation.

"I-It's been a long time..."

Unlike his previously bold demeanor, Yuria now seemed shy, his voice trembling.

“I’ve been keeping up with your achievements through books, Sir, Raon.”

“Books?”

“This.”

Yuria pulled out a copy of the Chronicles of Raon Zieghart. He opened the first page and asked for an autograph.

“…….”

Raon squeezed his eyes shut. Seeing someone holding that book in front of him made him blush with embarrassment.

“W-Wait, isn’t this book new?”

"Of course, it's new. I have separate copies for reading and for distribution."

Yuria opened his spatial pocket to reveal dozens of copies of The Biography of Raon Zieghart. He wasn’t normal either.

“Ugh….”

Raon let out a sigh as he signed the book. At that moment, the final dimensional gate opened.

A hush fell over the place as the Six Kings turned their gazes in one direction.

Vhoooom!

As the blue light faded, Derus Robert, clad in a black long coat, walked out with his youngest son, Lephon and two sword divisions following behind him.

“I seem to be the last to arrive.”

Derus bowed politely, as if apologizing for his lateness.

“There’s no need to apologize. We’re still on time.”

Ogram, who probably harbored more anger towards Derus than anyone else, suppressed his emotions and smiled.

“Yeah, these old men just arrived too early.”

Chamber also reassured him, waving her witch’s hat side to side.

“I wanted to be the last to arrive….”

The Magic Tower’s master was already panting, as if exhausted.

"Still, I should have arrived earlier to prepare. I apologize."

Derus bowed again, sincerely apologizing to the heads of the Six Kings.

“Enough of that. Let’s head to the conference hall.”

Ogram pointed to the conference hall, saying everything was ready.

“It’s not dirty, is it?”

Chamber chewed on the candy in her mouth, glaring suspiciously.

"Don't worry. Everything's been freshly prepared."

Ogram pushed aside Chamber's complaints and entered the conference hall first.

"Oh, Raon."

As Derus followed, he stopped in front of Raon.

"I heard you made remarkable achievements in this war as well. It's truly a pity that I wasn't there to witness it."

He sighed softly, saying he wished he could have seen Raon single-handedly bring the war to an end.

"No, protecting the rear is just as important."

Raon suppressed the wrath boiling up from the depths of his soul and smiled naturally.

"You really are different in many ways, Raon. I'm sure you'll soon be able to surpass the wall of Transcendence."

Derus extended a gloved hand for a handshake, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips, as if daring Raon to rip open the wounds on his hand.

'Is he provoking me?'

Derus' eyes gleamed with confidence, as if he knew everything.

His hand seemed to glisten with a dark, ominous color, as if it had risen from the depths of hell.

"I still have a long way to go."

Raon twisted his lips into a smirk as he reached out his right hand toward Derus' grasp.

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