The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 873

 Chapter 873

 

"Ah…"

Raon gaped as he looked at Karoon, who was wearing a victorious smile.

‘That man….’

Was that really Karoon Zieghart?

Karoon had once been consumed by inferiority, mocking, dismissing and insulting both himself and Sylvia. However, he had realized his mistakes, and through reflection and effort, had overcome his inferiority and reached Transcendence.

He had been a man Raon respected deeply for his profound affection for Zieghart and unshakable pride as a warrior, but Raon never imagined that admiration would fade so suddenly.

“Is that something you should say to your nephew, who just came back after slaying dragons?”

Balder frowned deeply, his expression one of disbelief.

“Besides, Raon killed three dragons. That’s not the same as you, nearly dying just to kill one.”

“You don’t understand. It doesn’t matter how many small ones you slay—what counts is how big they are.”

Karoon sounded like a fisherman bragging about who caught the bigger fish, focusing solely on the size of the dragon.

“Hmm, now that you mention it, that does sound…?”

Balder suddenly seemed to agree with Karoon, muttering that size was important.

“No, that’s not the point! If your nephew killed a dragon, how about just praising him for it!”

He swung an elbow, telling Karoon to come to his senses.

“Hmph.”

Karoon effortlessly dodged Balder’s swing and placed his hand on Matirus’ horn.

“What ability did this ancient dragon possess?”

"Gravity manipulation without mana. He could use it freely, from a subtle intensity to a level strong enough to crush me."

Raon said, letting out a short sigh, indicating it had been a difficult fight.

“If the master of the Central Martial Palace hadn’t informed me that ancient dragons possess special abilities, it would have been dangerous.”

It wasn’t a lie. Without Karoon’s warning about ancient dragons’ special abilities before departing for Seipia, they would have suffered greatly not only against Matirus but also against the Black Dragon’s special ability.

“No, even if I hadn’t told you, you would’ve figured it out yourself.”

Karoon shook his head firmly, telling Raon not to attribute his own accomplishments to anyone else.

Why is that big shitty eyes acting like that?

‘Big shitty eyes.’

Because he’s the shitty eyes’ father. Doesn’t that make sense?

Wrath narrowed his brow, calling Karoon the big shitty eyes.

Losing all that inferiority in those fierce eyes must’ve turned him into an idiot.

Wrath shook his head, unable to comprehend Karoon.

‘I don’t get it either.’

Raon nodded, unable to say anything as he also couldn’t make sense of Karoon’s words or actions.

“I take pride in having Zieghart as my surname. I would even die for it,” Karoon said, removing his hand from Matirus’ head and looking at Raon.

“Today, I think I saw that same pride in you. It means that a little bit of pride in Zieghart has taken root in your soul as well.”

He patted Raon’s shoulder lightly and turned away.

“Whatever happens in the future, I hope you keep that feeling in your heart. Welcome back.”

Karoon left those last words of acknowledging his hard work and walked back towards the main building.

“F-Father, what were you talking about with Raon?”

Burren approached Karoon with a worried look.

“It was nothing. More importantly…”

Karoon narrowed his sharp eyes and scanned Burren up and down.

“What did you learn from this mission?”

“Um, that I still have a long way to go…”

"That much is obvious. I’ll supervise your training in place of your division leader."

“Pardon?”

Grabbing the back of Burren’s neck, Karoon dragged him toward the Central Martial Palace.

"Why is that man acting like that?"

Balder shook his head, unable to understand Karoon.

“…….”

Raon clicked his tongue softly, watching Karoon’s retreating back.

'Was he trying to praise me in his own way?'

Given Karoon's personality, he couldn't approach him in a friendly way, so it seemed like he was trying to encourage and praise him by talking like that.

“Watching him makes me think too hard, and now I’m hungry.”

Balder rubbed his stomach, which was as large as a pot lid, and looked at Raon.

“I’ve heard dragon meat is pretty tasty. You got any left?”

He gestured with his fingers, asking for any leftover meat.

“Of course. Dorian.”

“Yes, sir!”

At Raon’s signal, Dorian took out dragon meat from his belly pocket.

“Ahem! Thanks.”

Balder accepted three chunks of dragon meat with gratitude.

“Oh, and…”

He lowered his voice slightly while resting the meat on his shoulder.

“Oh, and about what you asked me to do…”

Balder lowered his voice, about to continue, when a gentle voice interrupted.

“What are you two discussing in a place like this?”

“Hmm…”

Behind Balder’s mountainous figure, Denier and Martha approached.

“Judging by your expression, it seems like a serious conversation. Am I interrupting?”

Denier glanced at the frozen Balder and waved his hand slightly.

“Serious? What’s so serious? I was just asking how to cook this meat properly.”

Balder snorted, telling him not to talk nonsense.

“Oh? Dragon meat? It’s tough to cook, but the taste is unmatched—even the finest beef can’t compare!”

Martha stuck her thumb up, saying it was unexpectedly delicious.

“Dorian, do we have more?”

“There’s plenty!”

Dorian nodded and pulled out three types of dragon meat from his belly pocket.

“Thanks. I’ll enjoy this.”

Denier nodded toward Dorian and Raon.

“Why are you here?”

Balder raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve been following me around lately. I was wondering why you didn’t come find me today.”

Denier shrugged, inviting him to return together.

“Well, in that case, wait a moment. I still have something I need to get from my nephew.”

Balder waved his hand, telling Denier to go on ahead.

“All right.”

Denier nodded lightly and looked at Raon.

“You worked hard. Get some rest.”

With his familiar gentle smile, he turned to leave.

“Thanks for the food!”

Martha waved her hand and left, linking arms with her father, Deneir.

Raon felt a slight sense of unease from that sight.

“Anyway, back to what I was about to say: there was nothing suspicious.”

Balder frowned as he watched Denier’s retreating back.

“If anything, he’s so organized it’s annoying. He’s got everything scheduled, right down to meals and walks.”

“Doesn’t he visit Aunt?”

“He visits her almost daily. But contrary to your worries, there’s no sign he’s plotting any strange sorcery. Really, it’s just a normal sickbed visit.”

He shook his head, saying that was all there was to it.

"I see. Thank you for your hard work."

Raon bowed his head to Balder.

"No! If you have anything to ask me later, feel free to tell me anytime!"

Balder left, declaring that he would always help his nephew.

“Dorian.”

Raon called out, watching Balder and Denier walk away together.

“Can you tell me what you sensed from the people who were here just now?”

Since Dorian had the mind's eye, he might have seen things Raon couldn’t.

“Hmm…”

Dorian tilted his head thoughtfully, resting a hand on his chin.

“The master of the Central Martial Palace gave off the feeling of a straight blade. But unlike before, it seemed as if his blade had softened, like a flexible sword. As for the master of the True Martial Palace… all I felt was, uh, his appetite?”

He let out a dry laugh as he spoke of Karoon and Balder.

“And lastly, from the master of the Wise Martial Palace…”

Dorian clicked his tongue briefly and shook his head.

“I didn’t feel anything.”

He turned his gaze away, saying he didn't know at all.

“I see…”

Raon let out a short sigh, watching Denier disappear into the distance.

‘It seems like he’s also realized that Balder is keeping an eye on him. As expected, this isn’t going to be easy.’

Well, if something like this could expose him, the head of house would have caught on long ago.

Denier Zieghart was a man difficult to read. Even now, Raon couldn’t tell what his intentions were.

‘Still, I need to remain cautious.’

He couldn’t let himself be hit in the back of the head again, so it was right to prepare in any way.

“Dorian, can you give me some meat too?”

Raon extended his hand as he asked Dorian for some.

“Of course!”

Dorian happily handed over three types of dragon meat as if he’d been waiting for this moment. He seemed the happiest when taking things out of or putting them into his belly pocket.

“Thank you.”

Oh ho! Is this an offering for the King of Essence?

Wrath lifted his chin arrogantly, as if asking whether an offering would finally be given to him.

‘Dream on.’

Raon pushed away the clinging Wrath and headed toward the annex building with Yua and Yulius.

While chatting lightly with the children, they soon arrived at the annex building, from which warm steam was rising.

“My lady! Sisters!”

Yua burst through the door energetically, announcing their return from the mission.

Thump thump thump!

As a loud crashing sound echoed, as though the stairs were about to collapse, Sia rushed out and hugged Raon.

“Raon! You’re late!”

Sia shook her head furiously, scolding him for being so late.

“But I kept the house safe in your place!”

She rubbed her head against him, seemingly asking for praise.

“Raon!”

“I heard about your feats from your grandfather—something about slaying three dragons?”

Sylvia and Edward both greeted him with smiles, waving warmly to show their joy at his return.

“You did great, sister.”

Raon patted Sia’s head and bowed slightly.

“I’m home.”

Indeed, out of the entire continent, the annex building was the only place where he felt genuinely at ease.

“I brought a present.”

He held up the dragon meat he’d received from Dorian as he bowed his head.

Thank you! The King of Essence will…

‘Not for you!’

*   *   *

“Whew!”

Raon threw himself onto the bed after finishing dinner with his family. After taking a bath and filling his stomach, he wanted to just lie down and sleep.

Hmph! Not getting to eat dragon roast was a bit disappointing, but the food here at the annex building is still delicious.

Wrath smacked his lips, satisfied with the dinner.

After all, home-cooked meals are the best!

‘Home-cooked meals, huh…’

Is Wrath starting to think of the annex building as his home? The word home wasn’t something one used lightly.

In the past, he occasionally mentioned home-cooked meals, but this is the first time it’s come out so naturally and comfortably.

But what are you going to do about that?

Wrath wagged his tail lazily and descended lower.

‘That?’

The lizard’s heart, of course.

He pointed at the subspace pocket resting on the drawer.

An ancient lizard’s heart possesses far greater power than you can imagine. Even the special abilities of those lizards come from it.

Wrath shook his head, cautioning Raon to handle it carefully.

‘I’ve already decided who to give one of them to. As for the other…’

Raon glanced at Wrath and shook his head slightly.

‘I’ll leave it for now. I might need it later.’

Who’s it for? Who are you giving it to?

‘That is…’

Just as he was about to answer, he felt a presence by the window.

Turning his gaze, he saw Glenn tapping on the window with his finger.

“Grandfather?”

Raon blinked in surprise as he opened the window.

“What brings you here…?”

He hadn’t expected Glenn to appear at the annex building, especially since they’d agreed to meet later that night in the lord’s manor training ground.

“I went out for a little stroll. Since I’m here already, we may as well walk to the training ground together.”

Glenn motioned for him to come out and turned away.

“Understood.”

Raon grabbed Heavenly Drive, the Blade of Requiem, and Rimmer’s sword before quietly leaving the annex building.

Catching up to Glenn, who had already started walking, Raon greeted him again.

“Come to think of it, you went to return that sword but brought it back with you.”

Glenn glanced at the sword hanging from his waist and smirked faintly.

“The Protector insisted I bring it back as the symbol and proof of the alliance between Zieghart and Seipia.”

Raon shook his head, explaining that Sterin absolutely refused to accept the sword.

“Oh, and…”

Letting out a short sigh, he pulled the Blade of Requiem from where it was sheathed behind his back.

“Master hasn’t left yet.”

“Hasn’t left? What do you mean?”

“Actually…”

Raon explained that Rimmer’s soul was in the Blade of Requiem.

“Hahahahaha!”

Glenn burst into rare laughter, his voice echoing.

"That's just like him. Sheryl will be pleased."

 

He shook his head, calling Rimmer a tenacious elf.

“What’s the relationship between the Heavenly Blade division leader and my master, exactly?”

Raon asked about Rimmer, curious about their relationship.

“Hmm, that… no, that’s not for me to say.”

Glenn shook his head, stating that he wouldn’t interfere in his subordinates’ personal lives.

“Ask him yourself. Though he’ll probably try to run away.”

Glenn chuckled, seemingly able to picture the scene.

“It’d be hard for me to ask….”

Raon scratched the back of his head.

“…Well, I shouldn’t be one to talk, but you’ve changed a lot yourself.”

Glenn stroked his chin, noting that Raon seemed to have gained a sense of understanding relationships.

“I still have a long way to go. I’m told every day that I’m really bad at reading the mood.”

Surprisingly, conversing with Glenn didn’t feel awkward. While they weren’t sharing deep, personal stories, he felt a little closer to him.

As they walked, chatting about trivial matters, they eventually arrived at the training ground behind the lord’s manor.

“Have you mastered the Azure Sky Sword?”

Glenn looked up at the darkening sky and asked.

“I haven’t perfected it entirely, but there’s no technique I can’t execute now.”

After reaching Transcendence, all of Raon’s swordsmanship had improved. He could now perform every technique of the Azure Sky Sword without issue. With enough practice, he could master it completely.

"Then it's time to move on to the next one."

"The next one?"

“Somewhere in the sky, lightning always strikes. The martial art I will teach you now is…”

A red lightning bolt flashed above Glenn's eyes.

“The lightning energy sword I created recently.”

 

 

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