The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 760

 Chapter 760

 

Raon followed Glenn to the clearing at the entrance of North Grave mountain.

‘I’m back here again in less than an hour...’

He chuckled to himself, as he realized that just a little higher up was the place where he had made a swimming pool full of honey and salmon for a bear.

‘But...’

He narrowed his eyes while looking at Glenn’s back as he quietly observed the night sky.

‘Why did the head of house come?’

After the sparring with Karoon, Glenn had handed over half of the gold coins obtained from the mission to the Light Wind division.

The sparring had ended well, and there was no additional reward to be received, so Raon was confused as to why Glenn had called him here.

There have been meals offered here and there today….

Wrath looked Glenn up and down suspiciously.

You don’t think that old man’s trying to feed you nadine bread, do you?

Wrath furiously shook his head, telling Raon to never eat the nadine bread if he was given some.

‘Oh! You're a genius!’

Ahem! The King of Essence has been known as the best strategist and the most brilliant mind of devildom since ancient times....

‘Impressive.’

Hold on! He wasn’t finished speaking…

‘Amazing.’

While Raon was half-listening to Wrath’s nonsense, Glenn turned around.

“Raon.”

Glenn's gaze was different from usual. It felt as though a warmth, like that of a fireplace, was blooming in his red eyes.

“Yes, head of house.”

Raon lowered his head after meeting Glenn’s eyes.

“Hal...”

“Pardon?”

“No, never mind.”

Glenn clicked his tongue lightly and shook his head.

“Karoon has changed a lot.”

He raised his chin while his hands were behind his back.

“The Karoon from before would never have admitted to his own shortcomings, but to admit his wrongdoings in front of so many people... I didn’t expect that.”

Even now, Glenn exhaled a breath as if still surprised.

The King of Essence agrees with that!

Wrath raised his round hand high.

Never thought that guy with the weird eyes could change so much!

Wrath smacked his lips as if seeing a new side of humans.

"Karoon has changed because of you. Thank you."

Glenn drew a faint smile, as if sincerely pleased with Karoon's transformation.

“It’s nothing.”

Raon shook his head calmly, believing that Karoon had achieved that transformation on his own.

“Then, did you gain any insights from your sparring with Karoon?”

Glenn released his clasped hands and asked.

“I did not.”

Raon let out a short sigh. Although he had felt Karoon’s emotions and strength, he hadn’t found any clue leading to Transcendence.

“Then did you feel anything from observing Karoon?”

“From what I could see, the master of Central Martial Palace seemed to have converted everything—his past sins, his regrets, his desire for the head of house's position, and even his affection for Zieghart—into strength, into martial power."

Raon shared all the emotions and thoughts he had felt while watching Karoon’s sword.

“You saw correctly. I’m glad I allowed the sparring.”

Glenn slightly raised his eyebrows as if Raon had seen well.

"Transcendence isn't just a realm about distributing strength. It's like a diary where you record who you are, where you came from, and where you're headed."

He spoke calmly, explaining the concept of Transcendence.

“A diary...”

Raon murmured the word ‘diary’ that Glenn had mentioned.

“The reason Karoon gained such power as soon as he reached Transcendence was because he had poured so much into his diary.”

Glenn’s hand dropped heavily, as if tracing Karoon’s sword field.

"If Karoon hadn't sincerely repented before reaching Transcendence, the sword you faced today would not have existed."

“I see...”

"What do you wish to record when you reach Transcendence?"

He lowered his chin, as if telling Raon to speak freely.

"There are so many things I want to carry with me, I haven’t decided yet."

Raon sighed deeply. He couldn’t make any decisions because nothing drew him strongly enough.

"Then why not carry them all?"

Glenn shrugged lightly, as if wondering why Raon was worrying about such things.

“Pardon...?”

“As I’ve told you before, your vessel is exceptional, even compared to myself or Rector. Why are you wasting time on useless concerns when you are destined to achieve the true versatile sword?”

He smiled faintly while stroking the hilt of Heavenly Tremor.

“Your diary has more space and is wider than anyone’s. You’ll be able to write down everything you want.”

Glenn smiled warmly, telling Raon to take all of his emotions and will with him.

“Everything...”

Raon looked down at his hands and bit his lips.

‘Can I really do that?’

Most martial artists choose a path as they shed their outer shell, but the idea of taking everything felt excessive.

‘Wrath, versatile sword, revenge, family, comrades, friends, previous life...’

Fragments of countless emotions and thoughts swirled through his mind. Even with his large vessel, he wasn’t sure if he could carry them all.

“If your thoughts are not yet clear...”

Glenn slowly lowered his hand.

“Why not return to the root of being a swordsman?”

He gestured toward Heavenly Drive hanging at Raon’s waist.

“The root...”

Raon narrowed his eyes while looking at the slightly cracked hilt of Heavenly Drive.

“He has returned too, so take the time to visit.”

“I understand.”

He bowed to Glenn, who had given him sincere advice.

"That's enough. The help I received from you is greater."

Glenn waved his hand, as if dismissing Raon’s thanks.

“Head of house.”

Raon released his grip on Heavenly Drive and approached Glenn.

“I have something to tell you as well.”

“Speak.”

"It’s about the information I received recently…."

Raon shared the information he had heard from Merlin with Glenn.

“We already knew that the Five Demons were moving to strengthen their forces. We’re gathering intel, so things will get busy soon.”

Glenn nodded, saying that even the Light Wind division would have to move.

“But this is the first time I’ve heard that the Sword Demon has become the master of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

He deeply furrowed his brow.

“Did you also hear that from your friend?”

“Ah...”

Glenn seemed to be referring to Wrath by using the word ‘friend.’

“No, this time it’s another friend.”

“You have many friends, that’s good.”

He smiled faintly, saying it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Hmm...”

Raon said ‘friend,’ but his relationship with Merlin wasn’t fully defined, so he had nothing more to say.

“Though we’ll need to verify it, I appreciate the good information.”

Glenn waved his hand, signaling that Raon could leave.

“Yes, then.”

Raon bowed his head to Glenn and returned to the annex building.

“……”

Glenn was left alone, staring at the night sky that rippled like a black curtain.

‘Rector...’

When Raon had gone missing, Rector had appeared and demanded to know what Glenn had done.

At that moment, he hadn’t looked like the puppet of the Holy Sword Alliance, nor a madman so obsessed with the sword that he couldn’t feel others’ pain.

Rather, he had seemed like someone deeply close to Raon.

Glenn bit his lip thinly, recalling the despair in Rector’s eyes.

“Don’t tell me...”

***

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As soon as Sylvia finished breakfast, she headed to the training ground that had been built during the annex building's renovations.

She inhaled the warm air and drew her sword.

Wooooong!

A bright light flickered over Sylvia’s sword. It was the energy of Shining Light Flow (Previously translated as Shining Light Style)

that Raon had passed on to her.

With this radiant light, she practiced various sword techniques.

It was only when the newly risen sun reached the center of the sky that Sylvia lowered her sword.

However, it wasn’t to rest.

It seemed she was recalling the movements of the Fighting Demon and the Master of the White Demon Sword that Raon had told her about yesterday. She created rough yet brilliant variables within her blade.

Chiiiing!

The blade, bathed in blue light, emitted a dense brilliance, extending in all directions like sunlight.

Rumble!

True to the name "Shining Light Flow," it seemed as if she was sweeping her enemies away with light.

Sssssss.

Sylvia lowered her sword only after exhausting her stamina and aura to the point where her hands trembled. She sat down on the spot, having truly expended all her strength.

"My lady."

Helen sighed as she handed Sylvia water and chocolate.

"Aren't you overdoing it?"

"It's a necessary effort."

Sylvia shook her head and gulped down the water in one go.

"I never want to lose my family again."

Raon had become a son she could be proud of, her relationship with her father was slowly recovering as she ascended to the direct line, and she was now receiving respectful gazes from the swordsmen.

All the dreams she had wished for had come true, but the nightmares that visited every other day did not disappear.

The mad laughter of the Two-Headed Demon, Edgar and Sia collapsing before her, and herself being dragged into the darkness without being able to do anything. The nightmare that had haunted her for over 20 years still tormented her.

‘I can’t let the same thing happen again.’

At the very least, she had to protect Raon and the children of the annex building.

Knowing the sorrow of losing family, if the same thing were to happen, she would save everyone even at the cost of her own life.

Sylvia made an oath in her soul and slowly lifted her gaze.

"Thank you, Helen."

She put the chocolate Helen gave her into her mouth and stood up.

‘I can’t stop now.’

Perhaps because she had broken through the wall of Grandmaster too easily, she hadn't grown much since.

Now was not the time to relax. She had to give her all to increase her strength.

Sylvia once again gripped her sword, raising a serious yet warm light.

***

Raon, despite having been granted a break, did not train but instead headed south of Zieghart.

Where are you going?

Wrath yawned widely and nodded his chin.

‘There’s a place I haven’t visited in a while.’

A place you haven’t visited in a while? Don’t tell me…

Wrath widened his eyes and pushed his face toward Raon.

You’re going to buy the King of Essence ice cream bead? A new flavor…

‘No.’

Urgh…

Wrath clicked his tongue in disappointment and smacked his lips.

It wouldn’t hurt to stop by for a moment…

‘No, I’m not going.’

Tsk, then where is this place? It looks familiar… Hm?

Wrath widened his eyes as he looked at the small village with thick smoke rising from every chimney.

Isn’t this the place where your sword was made?

‘That’s right. You remember?’

Raon nodded as he walked into the village.

‘A village of blacksmiths who hammer iron day and night. Mirtan.’

Yesterday, Glenn had told him to visit him. He was Vulcan, the Continent's Blacksmith.

Raon had made time to visit, not only to get Heavenly Drive maintained, but also to see him after a long time.

This place is filthy and boring.

Wrath muttered that he wasn't interested and went back into the ice flower bracelet.

‘All your interest revolves around bead ice cream.’

Raon tapped the bracelet and entered Mirtan.

The flames of the furnaces, the sound of iron being struck, and the shouts of the blacksmiths filled him with vigor.

As he slowly looked around and climbing up to Vulcan’s workshop, he saw a familiar back of a head.

"Dorian?"

"Huh? Division leader!"

It was indeed Dorian. He stopped his dealings with the blacksmith and approached Raon with a bright smile.

"What brings you here?"

"What about you? Why are you here?"

"I was restocking essential supplies!"

Dorian laughed as he explained that he had come to replenish the weapons and metals used in the war. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn’t slept.

"Don’t tell me, you’ve been…?"

"Yes, I’ve been buying essentials the whole time. I even got some great fish and meat from the dawn market!"

He pulled fresh meat and fish out of his belly pocket with a grin.

"You could’ve taken your time…"

"You can’t gather all the essentials if you take your time!"

Dorian stomped his foot and roared like a beast.

"Huh…?"

"Like a swan gliding gracefully, its legs paddling furiously underwater, you have to run day and night to gather the proper supplies!"

He furrowed his brows and raised his chin.

"Do you understand?"

"Uh, yeah…"

Raon took a step back, taken aback.

"I still have more essentials to get, so I’ll see you later!"

As soon as Dorian finished gathering his supplies from the blacksmith, he immediately left Mirtan village.

"Haa…"

Raon chuckled as he watched Dorian disappear in a flash.

Though he looked overly exhausted, he also seemed incredibly happy.

The King of Essence told you, didn’t he? That wallet of yours is a pervert.

Wrath shook his head, saying there was no one around Raon who wasn’t strange.

‘You may be right…’

Raon sighed and continued up to the top of Mirtan village.

Clang!

In a rounded workshop, he felt a different kind of hammering and heat from what he had heard so far.

‘He’s still the same.’

Raon smiled faintly and knocked on the door of the workshop.

"No customers!"

From inside, Vulcan’s rough voice was heard.

Thud!

Ignoring Vulcan’s words, Raon immediately opened the door and stepped in.

"Don’t tell me, you’re retiring again?"

"Hm…?"

Vulcan slowly turned around, revealing his larger and more muscular figure, mouth agape.

"Raon!"

Vulcan jumped up and enveloped Raon in a bear hug.

"It’s been a while."

"Yes, it’s truly been a while!"

He laughed heartily, asking why Raon had only come now.

“I’ve heard about your feats from others so often that my ears nearly fell off. It was tiresome.”

Vulcan laughed loudly, patting him heavily on the shoulder as if he were proud.

"It’s all thanks to your sword."

Raon smiled as he touched the hilt of Heavenly Drive.

"Your skills may not have improved, but your flattery sure has!"

Vulcan snorted and shook his head.

"You didn’t come here just to see my face, did you? Let me see the sword."

He beckoned Raon to take out Heavenly Drive so he could examine it.

"Understood."

Raon bowed his head and carefully unsheathed Heavenly Drive.

"Hmm…"

Vulcan narrowed his eyes as he inspected Heavenly Drive.

"You've maintained it in your own way, but the blade is worn. The battles must have been really fierce."

He sighed as if recalling the battles Raon had fought through Heavenly Drive.

"I’m sorry."

“Sorry? Why? If the sword is worn, that just means it's fulfilled its duty. You, the owner, have nothing to apologize for.”

Vulcan shook his head vigorously, saying that as long as he showed the dignity of a Zieghart swordsman, that was enough.

"I was going to call you anyway, and you’ve come at the perfect time."

He set Heavenly Drive down and walked towards the corner of the workshop.

"Huh?"

Raon blinked as he watched Vulcan’s back.

"Some excellent materials have arrived."

Vulcan pulled out golden ingots and red and blue iron beads from an old box, his lips curling into a smile.

"I’ll make your sword sharper and harder!"

 

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