The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 848

 Chapter 848

 

"…A will?"

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at the paper in Sheryl’s hand.

‘A will…?’

Did master know he was going to die?

Raon had thought Rimmer’s last words were "Be happy." He hadn’t expected him to leave a will.

The thought that Rimmer might have foreseen his own death caused Raon’s heart to pound fiercely.

“How can someone who’s reached Transcendence fail so miserably at controlling his expression?”

Sherryl smirked, tilting her chin up slightly.

"He didn’t give me this before his last mission. He prepared it ages ago."

"Oh…"

Raon let out a low sigh as he stared at the paper.

“And don’t even think this paper turned yellow because of me. That bastard handed it over like this, barely putting any effort into it.”

Sheryl brushed off the yellow paper with her hand, reminding Raon of Rimmer’s personality.

"I know," Raon nodded.

Raon nodded. Someone like Sheryl wouldn’t have casually handled Rimmer’s will. She must’ve kept it safe, ensuring not even a speck of dust touched it. The paper must have been yellowed from the start.

Even in your will, Shitty Ears, you manage to leave a filthy mess. You truly are a consistent bastard.

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, saying he was truly a tiresome elf.

"Would you like to read it together?"

Raon asked as he took the will from Sheryl.

"No."

Sheryl shook her head sharply, her tone as decisive as a blade.

"If he left the will to you, it probably has nothing to do with me. That’s just how he was."

She said she wouldn’t go against Rimmer’s intentions, then turned her back.

"…Understood."

Raon nodded and unfolded the paper Rimmer had left behind.

Thud.

A folded note slipped out from inside the will. He picked it up, held it in his hand, and read it. As soon as he saw Rimmer’s familiar, light handwriting, it felt as though something was squeezing his heart.

[If this letter reaches you, it means I’m dead. I don’t know how I died, but don’t mourn for too long. For elves, death isn’t such a sorrowful thing. It’s just becoming part of the world’s mana and returning to nature. We’ll meet again someday. Humans have a similar saying, don’t they?]

Even in his will, Rimmer had written about the transient nature of life.

It seemed he wasn’t particularly attached to his own death, even if others might be.

[This is a will, but honestly, I have no final words to leave. I’ve got a few things in mind, but I won’t say them.]

Rimmer was being playful, even in his will, refusing to leave any parting words. Raon could vividly picture the mischievous expression he must have had while writing this.

[The reason I’m not leaving any final words is simple: I don’t want to burden you kids. I’ll take my wishes with me. Just live happily with a smile.]

He had drawn an image that looked like a pair of smiling eyes, telling them not to be too sad about his death and to smile instead.

[You’re probably wondering why I gave this will to Sheryl. It’s because I have a favor to ask.]

Raon exhaled briefly at the word “favor.”

[Go to my personal safe at Barres Bank, withdraw some money, and buy some snacks and toys. Then take them to the address written below. You’ll know what to do when you get there.]

Rimmer had left the safe number and password to open it, along with a request to carry out his wish.

"…"

Raon memorized the safe’s password, biting his lip.

[P.S. 1: If my body is intact, don’t bury me. Burn me and scatter me into the wind. I want to watch over the Light Wind division from anywhere.]

Though Glenn had wanted to bury Rimmer in house Zieghart cemetery, it seemed they would need to cremate him as per his wishes.

"Ha…"

Raon sighed softly and shifted his gaze to the second postscript.

[P.S. 2: The note that was inside the letter goes to Sherryl. Also, drop by once in a while to keep her company. She’s softer than she looks.]

Rimmer ended his will with a request to take care of Sheryl. It felt less like a will and more like a typical letter.

Truly, that’s a will only he could leave behind.

Wrath said it was lighthearted but carried deep consideration, lowering his gaze to the ground.

"Heavenly Blade division leader."

Raon held out the small note in his hand to Sheryl.

“It seems this note was meant for you.”

"For me…"

Sheryl bit her lip, hesitating before finally taking the note with trembling hands.

"Ugh…"

The moment she read the first sentence, she bit her lip again. Though she tried to hold back, tears eventually fell.

"What does it say?"

"…It’s a secret."

Sheryl hugged the note tightly to her chest, saying she didn’t want to share.

"I see."

Raon nodded, understanding that she likely wanted to keep those memories and words to herself.

B-But he’s curious…

Wrath stretched his neck to try and sneak a peek at Sheryl’s note.

‘Don’t do that.’

Raon sighed and pulled Wrath’s tail down.

"Raon. You’re carrying on his will, so always…"

Sheryl trailed off, biting her lip as she stared at him.

‘She’s going to tell me not to lose or falter.’

Raon braced himself, expecting those words. But Sheryl’s message was different.

"Take it easy and smile. If you stay as serious as you are now about everything, you won’t be able to give your best."

She said that while Rimmer might have been a fool, he carried himself with ease and laughter, and she encouraged Raon to do the same with a faint smile.

"…Understood. I’ll do that."

Raon nodded calmly, realizing why Sheryl wanted him to smile.

"One more thing."

Sheryl turned back as she was about to leave.

“You are going to avenge him… right?”

“Of course.”

Raon nodded firmly. There was no way he could live under the same sky as Derus any longer.

Even if it cost him his life and soul, he would stop Derus’ plans and cut him down.

“I’ll be with you when the time comes.”

Sheryl promised to stand by his side, no matter the circumstances, before walking away.

"…"

Raon gazed at the fading dawn, carefully folding Rimmer’s will and tucking it away.

*   *   *

As soon as morning arrived, Raon took Dorian and headed to Barres Bank.

"Why are we going to the bank?"

Dorian blinked, saying all the money they needed was already with him.

"Master left a request."

Raon explained what had happened the day before and pointed to the bank ahead.

"Can someone like me really come along for something like this? I’m not… worthy…"

Dorian hesitated, stepping back and saying he didn’t deserve to be there.

"That’s exactly why you’re here."

Raon shook his head, grabbing Dorian’s wrist.

The entire Light Wind division was struggling with Rimmer’s death, but none more so than Dorian.

Despite advice from him and Glenn, Dorian’s gloom had yet to lift.

"Let’s go."

Raon pulled Dorian into the bank.

"Are you Sir Raon?"

The guard at the entrance widened his eyes in surprise, asking for their business.

"I’m here to check a personal safe."

"Could you provide the safe number?"

"Number 4478-3."

Raon recited the number from Rimmer’s will.

“Ah, that’s a 4-series safe.”

The guard said that this matter needed to be handled elsewhere and led them to a room deep inside the bank.

"Bank manager, a guest has come for safe 4478-3."

After relaying the message, the guard closed the door and left.

"I’ve been informed."

The large middle-aged man, referred to as the bank manager, rose from his chair.

"I don’t know what to say in the face of such unexpected sadness."

He seemed to have had a connection with Rimmer, bowing his head with grief in his eyes.

"What was your relationship with master?"

Raon bowed in return, meeting the bank manager’s gaze.

"Let’s talk as we go."

The manager gestured for them to follow and reached toward a gray vault behind him.

Wooooong!

The moment his hand touched the vault, its door opened, revealing a dimensional rift leading to another space.

The endless hallway stretched out, lined with countless doors. Each bore numbers starting with “4.”

This must be the dimension where safes beginning with 4 were stored.

"Safes starting with 4 are connected not to individuals but to their numbers and passwords. Even if the owner isn’t present, anyone with the correct information can open them."

The bank manager smiled faintly as he explained.

“Now, could you provide the password for vault 4478-3?”

Standing before the door labeled 4478, he nodded.

“Hmm…”

Raon didn’t answer immediately, only moving his lips without sound.

“……”

The bank manager, seemingly understanding what Raon was feeling, waited silently without pressing him.

“Young Master?”

Dorian blinked, looking at Raon with confusion.

“Haa…”

Raon let out a deep sigh that felt like it could sink the ground, then raised his head.

“Fifth training ground.”

Keeping his gaze steady, he recited the password written in Rimmer’s will.

“Ah…”

Dorian’s lips quivered as if he had finally realized why Raon had hesitated to speak.

“I met Sir Rimmer on my very first day working at this bank. By chance, I ended up being assigned to him.”

The manager said, entering the password while shaking his head.

“True to an elf with no worldly desires, he initially showed no interest in the money he deposited. He never changed the password—it remained the same every time. For the bank, he was an ideal client.”

He gave a faint smile, as if reminiscing about those times.

“But after his subordinates died in the war, everything changed. He disappeared for a while, then suddenly came back and just stared at the money in his vault for a long time before leaving again. A few days later, he withdrew one hundred gold coins for the very first time, and after that, he began withdrawing money regularly.”

The manager sighed briefly, calling it a drastic change.

“During that time, he frequently changed the password. It could be someone’s name, a date, or words I couldn’t even decipher.”

He bit his lip, as if recalling how Rimmer had seemed unstable in both emotions and mind.

“But after he became an instructor at the fifth training ground, he changed again. The sadness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a newfound vitality and composure. Since then, the password, ‘fifth training ground,’ has never been changed.”

The bank manager said it was the kind of smile that put you in a good mood just by looking at it. Then he reached for the vault’s handle.

“Passwords or codes are usually chosen based on things one can’t forget or wants to remember. For Sir Rimmer, ‘fifth training ground’ must have held that kind of meaning.”

He murmured that it must have been something of great value to Rimmer as he opened the vault.

Kuuuuung!

The magically sealed metal door swung open, revealing a vault filled with gold coins, silver coins, and jewels.

It was hard to believe that this was Rimmer’s vault, given how often he had complained about being broke.

“This… this belonged to the vice division leader?”

Dorian, who had been tearing up after hearing that the password was “fifth training ground,” gaped at the sight.

“……”

Raon stood silently for a moment, looking into the vault before taking out ten gold coins. Then he turned and stepped outside.

“That’s about what he usually took with him.”

The bank manager smiled as though he had expected it, then closed the vault door.

“I’ll await your next visit.”

The manager bowed his head and closed the dimensional rift leading to the vault.

“Thank you for everything.”

Raon bowed back and left the bank.

“What are you going to do with the money?”

“He told me to buy toys and snacks.”

“Huh? I’ve got plenty of those in my belly p—”

“Let’s just do what he asked.”

Taking Dorian, who seemed nervous about having to use money other than his own, Raon purchased toys, snacks, and ice cream before heading to the address Rimmer had left in his will.

It was on the outskirts of a mid-sized village outside Zieghart’s fortress walls. The building had a distinctive red roof and was surrounded by a low fence.

“An orphanage?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he read the sign: Seuran Orphanage.

He had wondered if Rimmer had children of his own, but it turned out he had supported an orphanage that cared for children who had lost their parents or been abandoned.

“Huh?”

“Is that the red-haired hyung (older brother)?”

“No! It’s someone with blond hair!”

“Waaah!”

A group of children, about five or six years old, who had been peeking over the fence, screamed with laughter and ran back inside the building.

“What… what’s going on?”

“…I have no idea.”

As Raon blinked in confusion, a middle-aged man with a gentle expression stepped out of the orphanage.

“Kids! I told you not to act like that toward guests!”

He lightly tapped the backs of the children hiding behind him.

“We didn’t say anything!”

“All we did was mention his blond hair…”

“We were just waiting for the red-haired hyung!”

The children shook their heads, insisting they hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Honestly…”

The man sighed and approached Raon.

“I was expecting you, Sir Raon.”

He bowed deeply, his gaze shifting to the toys and snacks Raon was carrying.

“Could it be…?”

“Yes, this is Seuran Orphanage, which Sir Rimmer regularly supported.”

The man introduced himself as head of the orphanage and bowed again.

“The vice division leader supported an orphanage? Oh, now that you mention it! I remember hearing something like that before!”

Dorian clapped his hands as the memory finally came to him.

“But then it completely disappeared, so I thought it was just a baseless rumor….”

“It wasn’t a rumor. He’s been supporting us for a long time, even before any of you became swordsmen. And he didn’t do it alone—he continued what someone else started.”

The head of the orphanage chuckled, calling Rimmer an extraordinary person.

“What do you mean by ‘continued what someone else started’?”

“When I was growing up in this orphanage, there was a Zieghart swordsman named Seuran who visited us every week, played with us, and gave us financial support. After Seuran passed away in the war, Sir Rimmer appeared and started coming in Seuran’s place, playing with the kids, and supporting us in all sorts of ways.”

The head of the orphanage gave a wistful smile, saying it was thanks to Rimmer that the orphanage was so well-maintained.

“Then the name ‘Seuran Orphanage’…”

“Sir Rimmer was the one who changed it.”

He nodded, adding that everyone here had agreed to the name.

“I see.”

Raon bit his lip and turned to look at the children, who were peeking in his direction from behind a corner.

“The kids don’t know, do they?”

“Sir Rimmer never told them his name. He was only known as the ‘red-haired hyung.’ I think he didn’t want them to feel sad if they ever learned his name.”

The head of the orphanage gave a small, wistful smile, saying it had been the same when he was young.

“Of course, the older kids who know the truth hide in the corners to cry, so the little ones won’t notice. And honestly… so do I….”

He shook his head, still unable to believe it.

“……”

Raon lifted his hand and covered both eyes.

‘I never imagined he’d be doing something like this…’

He hadn’t imagined Rimmer would have so much money in his vault, nor that he was using it to support an orphanage. People truly can have hidden sides.

“Would it be all right if I gave the children some gifts?”

“Absolutely.”

The head of the orphanage said they would love that and stepped aside to let him through.

Raon carefully approached the children and opened a box of colorful bead ice cream.

“Would you like some?”

“Uh…”

The children eyed him warily, hesitant about the stranger, but couldn’t stop swallowing their saliva as they stared at the ice cream.

“It’s okay,” the head of the orphanage reassured them with a gentle smile and a nod.

At his words, the children came out one by one and each took a piece of ice cream.

“Thank you!”

“Thanks for the treat!”

The children laughed joyfully, taking bites of the ice cream.

“What flavor is this?”

“Hey, what’s your name, Mister?”

As their wariness faded, the children began chatting with Raon.

“It’s mint chocolate. And you can just call me… hmm, ‘blond-haired hyung.’”

Raon did not reveal his own name and instead called himself 'blond-haired hyung,' like Rimmer.

“Huh? Are you friends with the red-haired hyung?”

“When’s the red-haired hyung coming?”

The children seemed to be waiting for Rimmer, asking when he would come as they approached Raon.

“For now…”

Raon patted their heads with a warm smile.

“He’s off on a journey.”

Raon stroked the children’s heads with a smile.

Perhaps Rimmer’s journey will return to these children’s hearts when they grow up.

As Raon learned more about Rimmer, he felt the frozen sadness in his heart melt just a little.

“Hmm…”

Dorian, too, seemed to have calmed down, pressing his lips together to hold back his tears.

Perhaps this was why he left those final words for him.

Raon felt the serene wind flowing gently and drew Rimmer's unique relaxed smile on his lips.

*   *   *

The clearing in front of the dungeon where Raon had cut down Sif with his sword.

Step.

Sharp footsteps echoed over the shattered and broken ground.

A man in a black robe, as if shrouded in darkness, picked up a blood-soaked feather and bit his red lips.

"This is the place."

Derus Robert. His voice, heavy with intense rage, made the assassins in the shadows tremble as if coughing up blood.

"Turn every soul inside out if you must. Find out every last thing that happened here."

 

 

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