The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 757

 Chapter 757

 

"Let's take a look."

Raon turned away from Wrath, who was sinking and bubbling, and checked the messages.

[You have accomplished a great feat.]

[All your stats have increased by 30 points.]

[The trait <Evil Eyes of Wrath> has ranked up.]

[The trait <Focus> has ranked up.]

[The trait <Snow Flower’s Absorption > has ranked up.]

[The trait <Snow Flower’s Thrust> has ranked up.]

Perhaps because he had driven away the Black Tower’s master and defeated three Grandmasters on his own, his stats had increased by 30, and four traits had ranked up at once. It was a reward befitting his achievement.

Why, why is it so much….

Wrath, who was barely lifting his body, looked at the contents and dropped his head again.

But the messages weren't over yet.

[The title <Tongue that Mocks of the World> has been upgraded to <Tongue that Mocks of the Heaven and Earth>.]

Raon's eyes widened as he saw the final message.

‘This title is...’

<Tongue that Mocks of the World> Was the title he had obtained when he crushed the Thespian Emperor in a verbal battle.

‘Ah, right. I had this.’

That title had the effect of causing a small amount of mental confusion when speaking with opponents of a higher realm.

Now that he thought about it, it seemed like that ability had worked on the Black Tower’s master as well.

<Tongue that Mocks of  the Heaven and Earth>

This title is given to someone who defeated a more powerful opponent with eloquence alone.

Effect: Causes mental confusion while talking to a more powerful opponent.

Snap.

Raon snapped his fingers as he reviewed the contents of <Tongue that Mocks of the Heaven and Earth>.

'The description has changed.'

In the description for <Tongue that Mocks of the World>, it had mentioned causing a small amount of mental confusion, but now the word <small amount> was gone. It was clear that the effect of the title had become stronger.

‘This will be really useful.’

One couldn’t always rely on strength to overcome crises. This was a valuable title that could open a way out when Transcenders suddenly appeared, like today.

This... this isn't right....

Wrath's lips trembled as he floated into the air.

‘Hmm, I did receive quite a lot today...'

That’s not the issue here!

He furrowed his brows and swung his round fist towards the message.

That darn tongue of yours doesn't deceive just heaven and earth, but the very dimensions themselves! Didn't he tell you before!

Wrath's face turned red as he demanded that the title be changed to <Tongue that Mocks of the Dimensions>.

‘Haah…’

Raon let out a dry laugh as he looked at the furious Wrath. It was refreshing to see that demon king shouting to give him more rewards.

"Raon."

As Raon nodded at the furious Wrath, Rimmer approached with a much more serious expression than usual.

"Things went well today, but be careful next time. There will be people who won’t be swayed by your silver tongue."

Rimmer shook his head, saying that it wouldn’t work on someone like the Fallen or Derus.

“Remember, if you die, the other kids will die too.”

“…Understood.”

Raon bowed his head, recalling Rimmer’s back protecting him while being crushed by the immense energy of the Black Tower’s master.

Since Rimmer had shown his sincerity, Raon responded with sincerity as well.

“Good.”

Rimmer lightly patted him on the shoulder as if that was enough.

“That aside, we really hit the jackpot.”

He smacked his lips while looking at the Azure Net Sword that had fallen on the ground.

"The famous Azure Net Sword of the continent, and an artifact coveted by the Black Tower’s master."

Rimmer rubbed his hands, saying its price would be sky-high.

“That’s not all.”

Raon shook his head as he inspected the manuals for the Holy Martial Sword Art and the Black Thunder Sword.

“Both are supreme swordsmanship.”

The Holy Martial Sword Art and the Black Thunder Sword were manuals containing supreme swordsmanship, each with unique principles.

They would be of great help in his versatile sword training, so he decided to memorize them all before handing them over to Glenn.

‘However….’

The greatest reward was the experience he gained from fighting the three Grandmasters.

Though they weren’t peak Grandmaster level, each one was a top-tier expert. The experience of fighting them would serve as a thick stepping stone to surpass the wall of Transcendence.

As Raon reflected on the fights with the Master of the White Demon Sword and the Fighting Demon, the Light Wind swordsmen came rushing up to the observation deck.

“Di-Division leader!”

“Are you alright?”

“What happened here?!”

“We sensed a massive and eerie energy here…”

The Light Wind swordsmen, drenched in sweat, must have felt the Black Tower’s master demonic energy as well.

“The Black Tower’s master was here.”

Rimmer sighed briefly as he looked at the Light Wind swordsmen.

“T-The Black Tower’s master? Why would that monster suddenly…?”

Burren’s lips trembled in disbelief.

“Yeah. Only someone like the Black Tower’s master could wield such demonic energy.”

Martha nodded as she finally seemed to understand.

“…Are you okay?”

Runaan's usually blank eyes flickered with concern as she looked at Raon and Rimmer.

“We're both fine. That guy chased him off.”

Rimmer grinned as he pointed to Raon.

“D-Division leader did?”

“Ho-How?”

Dorian and Krein gaped as if they couldn’t believe it.

The others had similar expressions, blinking in surprise.

“How, you ask….”

Rimmer chuckled and looked at Raon.

“Of course, with his tongue.”

He made a talking gesture with his hand, as if it were obvious.

"Then that makes sense."

“The division leader’s tongue is as powerful as the head of house’s swordsmanship.”

"A Transcendence tongue."

The Light Wind swordsmen nodded calmly, saying they now understood.

“It’s really that level?”

Raon chuckled in disbelief at the Light Wind swordsmen.

"Indeed it is."

“I've never seen the division leader lose an argument.”

“There’s even a rumor that the Thespian Emperor suffered internal injuries from the division leader’s tongue.”

“Honestly, his tongue is scarier than his swordsmanship…”

The Light Wind swordsmen waved their hands as if wondering why he even asked.

“I pride myself on being unbeatable in teasing, but I can’t compete anymore.”

Rimmer let out a heavy sigh.

That’s right!

Wrath raised his hand, agreeing enthusiastically.

That guy should be sent to the heaven to cause a civil war among the heavenly race!

He gestured that Raon should be sent to the heaven instead of devildom.

‘No thanks.’

Raon waved his hand dismissively, pushing Wrath aside.

“Hm?”

As they were talking, Mark Goetten, who was inspecting the crumbled wall of the observation deck, let out a low groan.

“Division leader! Please come over here!”

He shouted in surprise as he pulled out countless bags of gold from between the cracks in the wall.

“Crazy…”

“Ugh…”

“Was all this hidden here?”

The Light Wind swordsmen trembled as they stared at the mountain of gold bags piling up.

“I’m rich! I’m really rich now!”

Rimmer gleefully threw gold and jewels into the air.

“No, you’re not.”

Raon shook his head and gathered all the jewels from Rimmer’s hands.

"These gold coins and jewels are obtained during the mission. We must report them to the head of house."

“Oh, really?”

Rimmer pursed his lips as he looked at Raon.

"Trying to get praised by Grandpa, huh?"

Rimmer grinned at Raon, even though the jewels had been taken.

"Think whatever you like."

“You should just become the head of house!”

“I have no interest.”

“You’re naturally suited for the role!”

“I won’t do it.”

Raon raised his finger and gestured.

“Wallet.”

“Yes, sir!”

As soon as he shouted "wallet," Dorian rushed over and bowed his head.

"W-Wallet has arrived!"

Dorian opened his mouth wide as if he had really become a wallet himself.

"Pack everything in this room."

“Understood!”

Dorian giggled as he moved his hands, pleased to fill his belly pocket, but the other Light Wind swordsmen grew solemn.

Look at that!

Wrath furrowed his brow as he pointed at Dorian.

Aren't you the one treating him the least like a human!

He snorted, saying that Raon truly sees Dorian as a wallet.

‘Ah, I unconsciously….’

Raon scratched his head. While talking to Rimmer, he hadn’t realized he called Dorian a wallet.

What’s scarier is that you did it unconsciously!

Wrath shuddered as his shoulders trembled.

You weren't born as a human, but as one of the heavenly race! Your homeland is the heaven!

‘…Let’s not curse.’

***

Rector was deep in meditation in an underground training hall where he couldn’t see an inch ahead.

As if he had forgotten time, he was immersed in a trance without eating or sleeping, and his entire body began to slowly be dyed with blue light.

Though Rector’s face became increasingly gaunt, his body was filled with taut, elastic muscles as if he had regained his prime.

Fwoosh.

However, the blue light that rose up to his chest eventually couldn’t pass his neck and flickered out like embers.

“Hoo…”

Rector slowly opened his eyes and sighed, tinged with regret.

“Not yet, huh.”

He clicked his tongue briefly and pulled the string beside him.

Thud! Thud!

A sound like a drum echoed throughout the training hall, and soon, the ceiling opened, and Mustan’s face popped out.

“Master!”

Mustan knelt on one knee and bowed his head toward Rector.

"Congratulations on your great achievement!"

"Great achievement, nothing."

Rector faintly smiled as he stood up.

“I’ve only grasped a small clue.”

He dusted off his shoulders and knees and ascended to where Mustan stood on the upper floor.

"How is the situation in Horam?"

Rector asked as he closed the entrance to the underground training hall and turned to Mustan.

“It’s going according to plan. They say Sir Raon killed both the Demonic Wolf Monarch, the Master of the White Demon Sword, and the Fighting Demon.”

Mustan immediately reported Raon’s victory, as if he had been waiting for the question.

“Raon did it alone?”

"Yes. Although it was one-on-one, he defeated all three Grandmasters by himself."

He nodded heavily as if even he found it hard to believe.

“I see.”

Rector drew a small smile, recalling Raon's domineering energy he had seen on the battlefield.

‘It seems you’ve grown again.’

Even though it was one-on-one, defeating three Grandmasters in succession meant Raon had become stronger than before.

It seemed that soon, he would reach Transcendence.

“Did the information spread without error?”

"Yes. It's made to appear as if it was leaked from the Fighting Demon’s side. Even the Black Market won't know that we spread it."

Mustan waved his hand as if there was no need for concern.

“And the Master of the White Demon Sword?”

“He died on the spot.”

“Perfect.”

Rector stroked his chin, fiddling with his sword hilt.

The Master of the White Demon Sword had refused to acknowledge him as the alliance master and tried to split the Holy Sword Alliance in two. Rector had used the swordsmanship manual as bait and discarded him, and it worked properly.

‘It’s the best outcome.’

Raon had gained experience fighting Grandmasters, acquired artifact and swordsmanship manual, and the Master of the White Demon Sword, who was hindering the movement of the Holy Sword Alliance, was eliminated.

It was a perfect result.

“Well done.”

Rector smiled as he placed his hand on Mustan’s shoulder.

"Uh... there's something I haven't told you yet."

Mustan licked his dry lips before continuing.

“They say the Black Tower’s master appeared in Horam.”

“What?”

Rector’s eyes widened.

“Then Raon…?”

“He’s alive and well. At that place…”

Mustan sighed deeply and began recounting the report of the Black Tower master’s sudden appearance in Horam.

“Ha ha ha ha!”

Rector grabbed his forehead, bursting into laughter.

“You mean he drove the Black Tower’s master away with words? I was wondering where Edgar’s silver tongue had gone, and it turns out it was there.”

He nodded deeply, as if proud of his grandson.

“This isn’t something to laugh about. Now, even the Black Tower’s master will target Sir Raon….”

Mustan swallowed dryly, showing concern for Raon.

“The Fallen, Derus, the White Blood Religion’s leader, and now even the Black Tower’s master. It’s like walking on thin ice.”

"That's why we're moving."

Rector showed calm eyes, telling Mustan not to worry.

"Don't worry. I will protect that child even at the cost of my life."

***

After completely demolishing the arena in Horam, Raon and the Light Wind division returned to Zieghart.

“Welcome back.”

The Foreign Minister Illiune bowed his head politely. He showed the courtesy due to Raon’s status as a direct line and a division leader.

The swordsmen standing on the wall also greeted them solemnly, offering a ceremonial sword salute.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed in return to Illiune and the swordsmen before walking the path toward the main building.

“Did you hear? They say he defeated three Grandmasters alone.”

“And it was the Master of the White Demon Sword, the Fighting Demon, and the Demonic Wolf Monarch.”

“That’s insane. Every time I see him, his skills improve.”

"Isn't he really going to reach Transcendence soon?"

“That would mean four Transcenders in Zieghart? We’ll be the strongest on the continent!”

Now that he had proven both his overwhelming power and his qualification as a direct line, there were no more people gossiping or casting envious looks. All the swordsmen gazed at him with respect and admiration, bowing their heads.

‘Mother would be happy to see this.’

Raon felt a small sense of pride as he entered the lord’s manor.

The audience chamber door was already open, and the executives were standing in front of the pillars, waiting.

“I greet the head of house!”

Raon walked along the red carpet in the center and knelt before Glenn.

“We greet the head of house!”

The Light Wind swordsmen bowed their heads in unison.

“Rise.”

“Yes.”

Raon bowed his head again as he rose to his feet.

“Ahem! I heard you destroyed Horam entirely. What happened?"

Glenn tilted his head, giving him a dry look as if telling him to speak quickly.

“Yes. At that place….”

Raon explained everything that had happened in Horam to Glenn and the executives.

Whenever the story of his own actions came up, Glenn would twitch his shoulders and shake his legs, as if he urgently needed to relieve himself.

“Three Grandmasters alone? I’m speechless….”

“The Light Wind division isn’t ordinary either. They pushed back the Fighting Demon’s subordinates, the Holy Sword Alliance’s swordsmen, and the Black Tower’s mages alone.”

“And not a single injury among them…”

“That means not only their martial power but their strategy and acting were flawless, too.”

“Now that they’ve gained experience, there aren’t any gaps left.”

The executives sighed in admiration as they marveled at Raon and the Light Wind division’s achievements.

“These are the spoils of war from Horam.”

At Raon’s gesture, Dorian began taking out the treasures they had obtained in Horam from his belly pocket.

The gold coins and jewels that the Fighting Demon had hoarded were so abundant that they almost touched the platform.

“Whoa….”

“They say the wealth accumulated by the Fighting Demon reaches heaven….”

“That swordsmanship manual is said to be supreme, too!”

“And the Azure Net Sword….”

"This is too much—how is the head of house even supposed to reward them?"

Faced with the excessive amount of loot, the executives were at a loss for words, their eyes wide open.

“Ahem!”

Glenn’s face turned red as he cleared his throat repeatedly.

‘Did he want to continue receiving my sword training?’

Glenn had told him to make great achievements if he wanted more swordsmanship training. His grandson had returned with accomplishments no one could dispute, as if he had taken those words to heart.

The thought of resuming sword training with Raon filled Glenn with so much joy that he could barely suppress a wide grin.

"Ahem."

Glenn cleared his throat, forcing down the corners of his mouth that were about to rise, and smacked his lips.

"At this level, I have no choice but to acknowledge it. Fine. Is there any reward you want?"

"I…."

Raon slowly lifted his gaze.

'Yes, tell me that you want to continue your swordsmanship training.'

Glenn, filled with anticipation, nodded as he met Raon's eyes.

'Hurry up and say it… huh?'

However, his grandson's gaze wasn’t directed at him, but had turned to the right.

"I want to spar with the master of the Central Martial Palace."

Raon, looking not at Glenn but at Karoon who was quietly standing, ignited a fierce flame in his eyes.

"What!"

And the kind light in Glenn's eyes turned crimson as they shot toward Karoon.

 

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