The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 847

 Chapter 847

               

Raon, after shedding a torrent of tears, followed Glenn to the audience chamber.

Not only Sylvia and Edgar but also the other executives followed behind, looking flustered, as if they hadn’t expected him to cry.

“Hoo…”

Standing on the platform in the audience chamber, Glenn let out a heavy sigh. He extended his hand toward Raon while standing in front of the throne.

“Rimmer…”

Glenn paused, biting his lip as his gaze landed on Rimmer’s coffin beside Raon.

"I heard that Rimmer died and Aris was seriously injured, but the exact circumstances were not conveyed."

He seemed to think that Raon and the Light Wind division were in a mentally strained state, as he looked toward Rabawin.

“Rabawin, You—”

“Head of house, I’ll explain.”

Raon wiped the remaining tears from his eyes with the back of his hand and stepped forward.

“Are you sure…?”

“Yes. I want to do it. No, I must do it.”

He nodded firmly, looking at Rimmer’s coffin beside him.

“…Very well, then. Please proceed.”

Glenn furrowed his brows slightly and stepped back.

“I’ll start from the beginning. After we found the Soul Stone and were preparing to return to Zieghart, we were approached by one of Lady Aris’ subordinates.”

Raon avoided mentioning Paras by name to spare him from feeling burdened, referring to him only as Aris’ subordinate.

“He informed us he had found traces of Lady Aris’ son, Sif. After some deliberation, we decided to send the Soul Stone back to Zieghart first and then go looking for Sif. When we entered the dungeon…”

Raon meticulously recounted everything that had happened within the dungeon without leaving out a single detail.

“…Thanks to my master, whom I met in my mental world, I reached Transcendence. By manipulating the dungeon, I managed to chase down Sif and Vardiel and avenge them.”

As the memories of the dungeon came back to him, Rimmer’s face resurfaced in his mind, almost causing him to cry again. However, he suppressed the rising emotions, refusing to shed more tears.

"Derus Robert. That bastard, seriously!"

Balder stomped his foot so fiercely it felt as if the audience chamber might collapse.

“Where’s that bastard hiding so he can pull off crap like this?!”

He ground his teeth, muttering how he wanted to grab Derus by the hair and drag him out.

“You’re in the presence of the head of house. Calm yourself.”

Karoon shook his head while keeping his gaze fixed on the platform.

“Aren’t you even angry? That bastard dared toy with Zieghart…!”

Balder was shouting furiously when he caught Karoon’s glare and closed his mouth.

“I said, calm down.”

A bright red lightning sparkled over Karoon’s eyes.
He was someone who took deep pride in Zieghart, so it looked like nobody in the room was angrier than him.

“Tch…”

Balder pouted but stepped back.

“……”

Even Denier, who was usually composed, clenched his trembling fists in anger.

“I see… So that’s how it happened.”

Glenn, looking at Rimmer’s coffin, slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again.

“That’s why you’ve all been blaming yourselves.”

He nodded gravely, understanding the guilt reflected in the eyes of the Light Wind swordsmen.

“It—it’s all my fault!”

Dorian stepped forward, sniffling.

“Because I couldn’t do anything, the vice division leader…”

He clutched his disheveled hair, saying he’d been more of a burden than a help.

“No, it’s my fault.”

Raon stopped Dorian, shaking his head.

"There were many chances to stop Sif’s plan. It was my carelessness that led to Lady Aris being stabbed and the vice division leader losing his life."

He lowered his head, taking full responsibility to prevent Dorian and the other members of the Light Wind from blaming themselves.

But it wasn’t only out of emotion—Raon genuinely believed he was at fault.

‘If I had stayed just a bit more composed, I could’ve saved them both.’

Had the cold rationality of his previous life as Raon been intact, he would never have trusted Sif to the end. Becoming Raon Zieghart, who valued bonds and trust, seemed to have created a weakness in him.

"The swordsman Rimmer I know may be frivolous, but he does not speak nonsense."

Glenn, staring at the coffin, pressed his lips together.

“For him to tell you all to be happy and to leave Raon’s mental world with a smile means he held no regrets. Neither the Light Wind division leader nor its members need to blame themselves.”

Glenn’s cold gaze swept over the audience chamber as he lowered his chin.

“There’s a bastard responsible for these vile schemes. Why are you so desperate to blame yourselves instead of him? If you continue this self-reproach, it will insult Rimmer. As soon as you leave this audience chamber, you are to let it go.”

Glenn ground his teeth, urging them to direct their hatred and thoughts of revenge toward Derus instead of themselves.

“Understood?”

“…Yes.”

Still sobbing, Dorian nodded while kneeling.

“Yes.”

Raon also bowed his head. As Glenn had said, and as he had seen, Rimmer left without regrets, smiling until the end. Insulting his master’s final moments would be unacceptable.

“There is one more thing I need to tell you.”

Raon stepped forward again, looking up at Glenn.

“It’s about how Sif stole Aris’ power.”

Before speaking, he scanned the audience chamber. Since only executives of Zieghart, direct line, and division leaders or higher-ranking officers were present, it seemed safe to bring up the topic.

“Right. I’ve been wondering about that!”

Balder nodded vigorously.

"Even an ignorant person like me knows that it's impossible to ascend to Transcendence by absorbing someone else's power!"

He gestured for Raon to explain.

“Well, in us Ziegharts…”

Raon placed his hand on his chest as he spoke.

“They say the blood of the celestial flows within us.”

“…The celestial? Are you talking about the celestial Derus Robert summoned?”

Karoon’s lips trembled as he asked.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded, meeting Karoon’s gaze.

“Sif stole the celestial’s power contained in Lady Aris’ blood to ascend to Transcendence. Martha.”

“Yes.”

Martha stepped forward and handed Raon Sif’s black sword.

“Sif used the lingering curse left in the cavern and this black sword to absorb Lady Aris’ power. There must be a secret hidden within this sword.”

Raon handed the black sword, still reeking of blood, to Glenn.

"…Indeed, there's still a terribly suffocating energy lingering here."

Narrowing his eyes, Glenn said he’d never imagined such a sword existed.

“I’ll need to contact Vulcan and Ogram as well.”

He nodded, saying he should summon Vulcan, the Continent’s Blacksmith, and the sorcerers of the Beast Union.

“Head of house, did you already know?”

Raon lowered his brows, watching Glenn’s composed reaction as he examined the black sword. It seemed like Glenn already knew something about the celestial.

“I didn’t know about the celestial’s blood. But…”

Lowering the black sword, Glenn shook his head.

“Considering Zieghart’s unique traits—such as our ability to manifest the sword field and continue growing even after reaching Transcendence—I’ve suspected our lineage might be extraordinary. This too needs to be thoroughly investigated.”

He furrowed his brows, adding that this revelation was unexpected even for him.

“The celestial… Should I feel proud or worried…?”

Balder let out a hollow laugh, still struggling to process the revelation.

“……”

Karoon, deep in thought, gazed at Rimmer’s coffin with subdued eyes.

“It seems…”

Denier stepped forward, staring at the black sword.

“That Derus Robert is also using the power of the White Blood Religion.”

“The White Blood Religion?”

Balder turned, his jaw tightening in confusion.

“The White Blood Religion knows more about human blood than anyone on the continent. It’s highly likely the two factions are deeply connected.”

Denier massaged his temples, surmising that Derus and the White Blood Religion’s leader had worked together to develop a method for absorbing Zieghart’s blood.

“That does seem plausible.”

Glenn nodded, agreeing that the White Blood Religion’s involvement in absorbing Aris’ power was a strong possibility.

"From the looks of it, it seems that Zieghart's power can only be stolen by someone who also has Zieghart blood, but we can’t be certain, the palace masters and division leaders should investigate all possibilities."

He ordered everyone present to gather information regarding the incident.

“From this moment forward, Derus Robert and his forces are declared Zieghart’s primary enemies. Prioritize them above all others. When you encounter them, kill them on sight. You have my permission.”

Grinding his teeth sharply, Glenn declared that Derus Robert and his forces must never be allowed to live.

“Yes!”

Zieghart’s executives bowed their heads, as though they were ready to risk their lives to carry out that order.

“Merlin.”

Glenn called Merlin, who stood at the very back of the Light Wind division.

“Yes, grandfather!”

Merlin responded in a brighter voice than usual, as if trying to lift the heavy atmosphere.

“Hmm, how long do you think it will take to get everything ready…to wake Sia?”

Glenn hesitated, his lips trembling briefly before asking about Sia.

“It’ll probably take around two weeks.”

Merlin lifted two fingers, saying it was her first time doing anything like this and she needed to prepare thoroughly.

“It’s fine even if it takes longer. There must be no mistakes. Make sure it’s as safe as possible.”

“Leave it to me!”

She tapped her arm confidently and smiled.

“We’ll hold Rimmer’s funeral three days from now. Since he came from Seipia, sending him back there might be the right thing, but I want to lay him to rest here in Zieghart.”

Having said that, Glenn turned away.

“You must all be tired. Go and rest. I’ll handle the aftermath.”

He gestured weakly, as if telling them to leave.

“…Understood.”

Raon bowed deeply and left the audience chamber with the Light Wind division.

“We’ll take our leave as well.”

“Don’t overexert yourself…”

“Tch, this is frustrating.”

Karoon, Denier, Balder, and the other executives also bowed toward Glenn’s back and exited the audience chamber.

“……”

Left alone, Glenn stood in the audience  chamber, staring at Rimmer’s coffin.

Like a statue, he didn’t move, keeping his gaze fixed on Rimmer as night turned to dawn.

Thud!

Glenn clutched his head as if overcome by dizziness, bending forward. Suddenly, the audience chamber door burst open with a loud crash, and Sheryl came rushing in, nearly collapsing as she entered.

“Huff…”

Blood, still fresh, was splattered on her cheeks and clothes. It was clear she had sprinted back immediately after completing her mission.

“Head of house! Where is that bastard… Ah!”

She froze, trembling, as her eyes fell on the coffin below the platform.

Step.

Glenn descended the platform with heavy steps and stood in front of Rimmer’s coffin.

His hand trembled violently, rising and falling several times before he seemed to gather his resolve and opened the coffin.

Through the beautiful frost flowers, Rimmer’s face was visible. He was smiling.

It felt as though he might get up at any moment, teasing, “Finally, you hugged Raon! Took you long enough!” with his usual mischievous grin.

“……”

Unable to keep looking at Rimmer’s face, Glenn tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. His vision blurred as if shrouded in mist.

“May you rest in peace…”

Roenn placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head. Even his experienced, aged eyes, too, were welling with tears.

“You idiot… You foolish man…”

Sheryl knelt on the ground, pounding her fists against it. Her tears fell, dampening her hair.

“You told me to wait! You lazy, gambling jerk!”

She cried out, her voice laced with grief and frustration, as she cursed Rimmer for breaking his promise.

“You truly left in a way that’s so like you.”

Glenn gripped Rimmer’s hand, covered in wounds, and bit his lip.

“I’m glad you had no regrets, but…I wish I could’ve spent a little more time with you. My comrade… No, my dearest friend.”

*   *   *

“Haaa…”

Raon sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling of his room.

‘I can’t sleep.’

Although he had returned to the annex building, washed, and lain down, sleep refused to come, even after hours had passed.

Both mentally and physically, he was more exhausted than ever, yet his mind felt strangely clear.

‘No, maybe it’s not clear at all.’

He figured his emotions and thoughts were in such a heightened state that he simply couldn’t sleep.

Then get up and move your body.

Wrath yawned briefly, shaking his head.

Exercising will help calm you down.

Contrary to his usual self, Wrath suggested going out to train.

‘…Thanks.’

Despite not getting the promised feast or any good meals since their return, Wrath hadn’t complained once. Knowing his usual personality, Raon couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Stop spouting nonsense. The King of Essence is merely bored.

Wrath snorted, urging Raon to get moving.

‘Alright.’

Raon smiled faintly and headed for the door, but then he paused. His senses naturally extended toward the dining hall, picking up the presence of Sylvia, Helen, and Edgar.

Sylvia and Helen were crying over Rimmer, while Edgar was trying to comfort them.

‘……’

Turning away from the door, Raon climbed out of the window instead. He moved silently toward the lake behind the annex building, making sure not to wake anyone.

Standing by the lake, he drew Heavenly Drive.

Wuuung!

Simply holding the sword caused the mana within him to resonate with the mana of nature.

Heavenly connection. The wave of energy from a Transcender—a human who has reached the sky—was blooming onto his shoulders.

Ssshh.

As he slowly lowered the sword, the lake split silently. The path left behind by the aura of the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation was followed by nature’s mana, forming a wall that divided the lake.

‘…I’ve grown stronger.’

For the first time, he truly felt how much he had grown. Yet, despite achieving the Transcendence he had yearned for, he didn’t feel joy. The absence of someone who would have celebrated this moment with him left an emptiness.

‘Still, I have to keep moving forward.’

None of his goals had been achieved yet. No matter what it cost him—even his life—he had to kill Derus.

When a heavy heart was poured into the sword, its blade, carrying a faint aura, twisted and split the air.

The realm of Transcendence made it possible to turn concepts into reality, even with just a weak aura.

Whoosh.

After finishing a round of basic sword techniques, Raon was about to perform the Fangs of Insanity when he sensed someone’s presence on his right.

There was no need to extend his aura perception, the mana itself told him who it was. Now he understood why Wrath always detected others before he did.

Step.

The figure stepped onto the lake with heavy steps. Sheryl approached, her hair damp and sticking to her face, as though she had rushed here without pause.

“Heavenly Blade division leader…”

Raon lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze.

“I’m sorry.”

She and Rimmer weren’t just friends—they seemed closer than that. There was nothing else he could say.

“Enough of that. Just take this.”

Sheryl pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and handed it to him.

“This is…”

“It’s what that damned fool left behind for you…”

She bit her lip before continuing.

“It’s his will.”

 

 

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