The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 851

 Chapter 851

 

Raon didn’t panic. Instead, he bit the inside of his cheek as he watched Denier lower his gaze.

‘As I thought, there’s something strange about him.’

Among the key figures in Zieghart, the one whose intentions were hardest to read was Denier Zieghart.

Karoon is sensitive and cold, but he takes great pride in Zieghart. Balder is ignorant and gullible, but he is more loyal than anyone else.

Denier, however, was different from the two.

He appeared kind and righteous, yet when it mattered most, he neither stepped forward nor acted, often displaying incompetence.

‘The peak of it was during the White Blood Religion’s attack.’

When the White Blood Religion attacked Zieghart, Denier was said to have defended the lord’s manor but ended up causing the death of the senators and several swordsmen.

Given his strength as a palace master and his usual intellectual way of thinking, it was strange in many ways.

'If there is a spy in Zieghart, Denier is the most likely one.'

Sif claimed that Glenn would be the next target after Aris, but Raon thought that was impossible.

‘The difference in strength is too great.’

No matter how much Sif absorbed Aris' power and ascended to Transcendence, the gap between him and Glenn remained on a completely different level.

Perhaps, in the rare chance Sif could deplete Glenn’s strength and mind first, he might manage a sneak attack—but there was no way Roenn or Sheryl would stand by and watch.

In fact, wearing Glenn down or catching him off guard was impossible.

The odds of Glenn trusting Sif, who had returned alone after losing both the Light Wind division and Aris, were low.

‘That leaves only one option.’

Using Sif as bait and having one of the spies within Zieghart take advantage of the opportunity. Most people would hesitate to waste Sif’s abilities, but it was a plan Derus would undoubtedly find acceptable.

So, are you saying that pale-faced guy is the spy?

Wrath glared at Denier with furious eyes.

‘No, it’s just my hunch for now.’

Since childhood, Raon had felt an uncanny similarity between Derus Robert and Denier Zieghart.

Especially the way he endures with a smile when he should be angry, like now, reminded him of that bastard's filthy face.

How unusual.

Wrath narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head.

If this were your usual self, you’d gather information and assess the situation before acting.

‘I don’t want to see anyone close to me die again.’

Raon bit his lip. Wrath was right. Normally, he would collect enough information before acting.

But after witnessing Rimmer’s death, he realized there were times when he needed to act without certainty.

The black sword in his hand was a critical item that could heal Aris and disrupt Derus’ plans.

He couldn’t let it fall into Denier’s hands.

“What are you doing?”

Denier looked down at his hand and then raised his gaze to Raon.

“Light Wind division leader?”

His voice was calm. Even after having the sword snatched from him, he didn’t seem angry or flustered.

“As I said before.”

Raon shook his head nonchalantly.

“This black sword is cursed. Not just anyone can touch it.”

“Are you looking down on me just because you’ve reached Transcendence?”

Denier spoke like it was a joke. He still didn’t look upset.

“Ra, Raon?”

“Young master Raon….”

Vulcan and Roenn called out to Raon in anxious voices.

“Of course not.”

Raon turned the black sword behind him and shook his head.

“The curse on this black sword could be dangerous in ways we don’t fully understand, so the head of house limited who could touch it.”

He looked up and added that Denier’s name wasn’t on the list of those permitted to handle it.

“You have many responsibilities as the master of the Wise Martial Palace. Please focus on those tasks instead.”

Raon bowed politely, saying that matters regarding this sword should be entrusted to him and others.

That old man didn’t say anything like that!

Wrath’s eyes widened in disbelief.

‘Denier never goes against the head of the house’s words. He always just listens silently.’

What if he complains to the old man about it?

‘He won’t.’

Unlike Karoon and Balder, who occasionally grumble or complain to Glenn, Denier never steps forward or opposes him.

Using the head of house’s name was bound to work.

‘And even if he does complain, I have ways to deal with it.’

Raon had already thought of ways to handle the situation if Denier asked Glenn about it. All that mattered was keeping the sword out of Denier’s hands.

“I already touched it, though.”

Denier gave a faint smile, reminding Raon that he had held the black sword a moment ago.

“Like picking up food off the floor within three seconds. Since I immediately took it back, it should be fine.”

Raon shook his head, telling him not to worry.

“How about you? Are you okay?”

“I fought Sif, who wielded this sword. If the curse was going to affect me, it would have already happened.”

Raon shrugged as he looked at Denier.

“I see. So that’s why you’re here, to inform me of all this?”

Denier lightly clenched his fist before lowering it.

“No.”

Raon sighed softly, glancing at Roenn behind him.

“Lady Aris has regained consciousness, so I came to inform everyone.”

“Sister….”

Denier groaned faintly, furrowing his brow.

“Is Lady Aris alright?”

Roenn lowered his eyebrows in concern.

“Her body is… fine. She has fallen back asleep.”

“Ah….”

“…….”

Understanding the implication of her falling asleep again, Roenn let out a groan, and Denier shifted his heavy gaze.

“Since she’s asleep, I’ll visit later.”

Denier clicked his tongue briefly before turning away.

“Light Wind division leader, thank you for your concern.”

“It’s nothing. You’re a palace master, so you need to look after your health more than anyone.”

“Is that so? It feels like you should be more concerned about your own health now.”

Denier muttered something ambiguous and walked toward the door of the reception room.

"Honestly, even after seeing that sword, I couldn’t come up with a solution. Good luck to you all."

With a polite farewell to Roenn, Vulcan, and the sorcerer Pasiron from the Beast Union, Denier left the room.

Walking through the corridors of the lord’s manor, he opened the hand that had briefly held the black sword.

Wuuuuung.

Looking at the faintly glowing shard of the black sword in his palm, Denier’s lips curled faintly, an expression both pleased and bitter.

“So, that’s how it is….”

*   *   *

“Young master, what… what on earth just happened…?”

Roenn blinked, clearly confused by the situation.

“It just turned out that way.”

Raon shook his head, asking them not to question him.

“You’re up to something strange again.”

Vulcan snorted, unable to read Raon’s intentions.

“Yes, please understand.”

Raon smiled faintly at Vulcan.

‘I can’t tell them.’

It was still just a hunch.

There was no concrete evidence that Denier had done anything or leaked information.

He couldn’t voice his suspicion, as it was based solely on intuition.

“So, you’re Raon Zieghart.”

The Beast Union sorcerer approached Raon with his hands clasped.

“I am Pasiron of the Beast Union. It’s an honor to meet our benefactor.”

He bowed deeply in respect, likely referring to the time Raon had rescued the Beast King Ogram from the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.

“That was so long ago. Please, don’t do this.”

Since it was something from a long time ago, he waved both hands in embarrassment.

"If I were rude to our benefactor, the Beast King would rip off my head."

Pasiron bowed even deeper, insisting Raon accept his gratitude.

“Well, that’s probably true.”

Raon smiled awkwardly and accepted the gesture.

“Thank you.”

Pasiron bowed once more before straightening up.

“So, is it impossible to lift the curse on this sword?”

Raon quickly shifted the conversation to the black sword, hoping to avoid more awkward conversation.

He’d examined the sword on the way back to Zieghart but found its curse beyond anything he could undo. Its sorcery was entirely different from what he had encountered in the dungeon.

“Who am I to refuse such a request?”

Pasiron shook his head as he examined the black sword.

“It will take significant effort and time, but it can be done.”

He raised his hand, as if to reassure Raon that lifting the curse was possible, though it would require considerable resources.

It seemed he was willing to do it because Raon had asked.

“Then does that mean my aunt could get her strength back?”

“If the curse is lifted, it should return on its own. Water naturally flows back to where it came from, after all.”

Pasiron lowered his chin, confirming that it would be possible once the curse was undone.

“…Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head, grasping Pasiron’s hands in gratitude. If Aris could regain even a fraction of her strength, it would give her some hope. All he could say was a heartfelt thank you.

“However, I believe we’ll need to call more sorcerers. I don’t think I can handle this alone.”

Pasiron added that they would also need to investigate the source of the curse, which would require the combined strength of many sorcerers.

“It doesn’t matter how much it costs—please, do whatever it takes.”

"Money probably won't be needed much."

He shook his head and said money wasn’t an issue.

"Those guys would be happy to meet their benefactor."

“Me…?”

“Yes. A swordsman who reached Transcendence in his early twenties—Raon Zieghart. They’ll be excited to see you.”

“Transcendence?”

Raon blinked at Pasiron, who was smiling faintly.

"It seems you didn’t know."

Pasiron tilted his head slightly as he looked at Raon’s wide eyes.

"Right now, rumors about you, Sir Raon, are spreading across the entire continent."

*   *   *

Glenn returned to the audience chamber and sank deep into the throne.

“Haaah…”

Perhaps because Roenn wasn’t present, but a long sigh escaped his lips without him realizing it.

‘I’m exhausted.’

It had been a long time since he’d felt this mentally drained.
It wouldn’t have been surprising if he fainted right now.

He had lost comrades before, but this was the first time a family member had stabbed another family member.

Sif had stabbed Aris, killed Rimmer, and ultimately died by Raon’s hand.

Excluding the process, a close friend had died, a grandson had killed another grandson, and the mother was in a mentally shattered state, so it wasn’t all that strange for him to feel depressed as well.

The worst part was his inability to do anything for Aris, who had barely regained consciousness. It made his heart ache as if it might cave in.

“Haaah…”

Glenn let out another long sigh, leaned his head back against the throne, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.
He didn’t even have the energy to move to his bed, so he closed his eyes and began to drift off.

Crackle—!

Suddenly, Glenn frowned at the sight of a glowing blue window sparking in front of one of the pillars in the audience chamber.

The window was a magic device for video conferencing, created by Chamber and the Magic Tower’s master.
It kept crackling with sparks, asking for permission to establish the visual connection.

“What now…?”

Clicking his tongue, Glenn snapped his fingers, and four suppressed screens shot up simultaneously.

“Glenn!”

“Head of house!”

“Mister!”

“Is it true?”

The faces of Beast King Ogram, the Silent Sword Sovereign Lecross, the Archmage of Eternal Flame Chamber, and the Magic Tower’s master Larian appeared simultaneously.

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

Glenn’s jaw trembled, startled by the sight of four Transcenders leaning into the screen and speaking at once.

“Raon! Is it true that brat has reached Transcendence?”

Ogram slapped his hand down and told Glenn to answer quickly.

“That’s why I contacted you too. Is it true the Light Wind division leader has reached Transcendence? The rumors are all over the continent!”

King Lecross gulped nervously, clearly curious.

“Hey, old man! Why are you keeping your mouth shut? Did our Raon really become a Transcender?”

Chamber, calling Raon, our Raon, clicked her tongue eagerly.

“Even over here, it’s all anyone talks about. It’s the first time I’ve heard magicians muttering a swordsman’s name all day….”

Larian blinked repeatedly, explaining how Raon’s name had become the sole topic of conversation even in the Magic Tower.

"Becoming a Grandmaster in his early twenties was likely the first in the continent’s history, but Transcendence? Even for Raon, that’s hard to believe."

Despite having just expressed doubts, Chamber tapped the blue screen repeatedly, urging Glenn to speak.

“No! Raon is capable of it! That brat’s talent is different even from ours!”

Ogram’s eyes gleamed with certainty.

“…Haa.”

Glenn let out a dry laugh at the sight of the four Transcenders practically pressing their faces against the screen.

He didn’t know how the rumor had spread, but it seemed that, aside from Rimmer’s death and Aris’ suffering, only the news of Raon’s Transcendence had circulated.

“Stop laughing and answer us, mister!”

Chamber made an exaggerated mouth motion with her hand, demanding Glenn speak up.

“Yes, it’s true.”

Glenn nodded as he met each of their gazes in turn.

“Raon has stepped into the realm of Transcendence.”

“Uwooooooh!”

Ogram roared like a beast, raising both fists in the air.

“A new chapter in the continent’s history. No, the history of all dimensions has been written.”

Lecross chuckled in disbelief.

“As expected of our Raon! I knew he could do it!”

Chamber, apparently forgetting she had doubted it earlier, grinned widely and waved her hand.

“I want to study him….”

Larian licked her lips, saying that she wanted to study Raon, who had accomplished impossible feats.

“Hah…”

Glenn exhaled deeply as he watched the four react so differently.

‘Is it really such a big deal?’

Typically, those who reached Transcendence became indifferent to most worldly matters. Watching them become so excited made Glenn smile unconsciously.

‘Though, on second thought, this is exactly how they should be reacting.’

Becoming a Grandmaster in one’s twenties alone would be enough to shake the entire continent, but Raon had gone beyond that and reached Transcendence.

He hadn’t been able to properly celebrate the achievement due to Rimmer’s death, but it was undeniably an extraordinary accomplishment, deserving of festivals and continent-wide celebrations.

"At this point, wouldn’t we have the advantage even in an all-out war?"

Ogram laughed, confident that they wouldn’t lose in terms of strength anymore.

"You need to recover first for us to gain the advantage. Who knows how many Transcenders they have hiding over there? Still, Raon reaching Transcendence is worth celebrating. A true cause for celebration."

Chamber exclaimed that it was something worth celebrating as she bit into a lollipop.

“Ahem, does Raon have a girlfriend? There’s a lovely woman in the Laman Tribe who can carry two bulls with one hand...”

Ogram rolled his eyes, seriously offering to introduce her.

“What nonsense! There’s a girl who’s fated to be with him on our side!”

“She’s rude, though!”

“She’s different now! She’s completely changed!”

Chamber interjected that Raon’s perfect match was someone from Balkar Kingdom, shaking her head.

“Swordsmen pair best with mages….”

Larian rolled her eyes, saying there were plenty of fine young women in the Magic Tower as well.

“Hahaha!”

Glenn laughed at the sight of Ogram, Chamber, and Larian bickering over Raon’s potential partner. Hearing Raon’s praises eased the suffocating sadness and fatigue gripping his heart, even if just a little. Raon always had a way of making him smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just tell us if Raon has a girlfriend already!”

Chamber and Ogram narrowed their eyes, pressing him for an answer.

“As of now…”

Glenn smiled faintly but firmly shook his head.

“I’m not handing him over to anyone!”

*   *   *

At dawn, with the wind chasing away the night, Raon opened the doors to the fifth training ground and stepped inside.

‘All the lights are off.’

In the past, the training ground would often be lit, even at this hour.

At the time, he hadn’t realized it, but it must have been Rimmer preparing it for him.

‘He never boasted about it.’

Rimmer always demanded recognition for trivial things but kept silent about the important ones.

Now that he was gone, the void he left behind felt enormous.

You seem to be holding up better than before.

Wrath yawned, stretching his neck.

‘My mind is clearer now.’

The more I grieved, the more it felt like I was insulting Rimmer, so I steeled my heart.

That is a commendable mindset. For those who wield swords, death is inevitable. The living must honor the departed by carrying on their will.

‘I know.’

As the ruler of Devildom, the King of Essence has many subordinates…

“Meow!”

As Wrath straightened his back and prepared to share his story, a cat suddenly leaped down from the wall.

A lowly cat dares to interrupt the King of Essence's words? He’ll shred its food supply….

“Raon!”

The cat opened its mouth and called Raon’s name.

Kyaaah!

Wrath flailed like a freshly caught fish, startled by the unexpected voice.

“Merlin?”

Raon narrowed his eyes at the cat. Knowing there were no cats in the area, he had suspected it was Merlin from the start.

“What’s going on?”

“The spell is complete.”

The cat, possessed by Merlin, raised its paw.

“Let’s wake your sister!”

 

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