The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 875

 Chapter 875

 

“Help us….”

Raon reread the only sentence written in the letter, furrowing his brow.

‘Is he serious?’

He hadn’t built a deep relationship with Borgos, but he knew the dwarf wasn’t someone who would joke around about this kind of thing.

The fact that Borgos had sent such a letter to someone he wasn’t close to suggested he was truly in grave danger.

“Hm…”

Chad, the master of the Shadow Agents, sneaked a glance at the letter and let out a gasp.

"Just from seeing the letter with only the words 'help us' written on it, it’s clear this isn’t a joke."

He nodded heavily, seeming to have the same thought as Raon.

“Do you have any information about the Gray Hammer Guild?”

“The Gray Hammer Guild… That would be the blacksmith guild led by Borgos, the one who sent the letter.”

Chad lowered his gaze apologetically.

“My apologies. The Shadow Agents are currently focused on gathering intelligence about the Five Kings and Five Demons' war across the continent, so we don’t have any information about the Gray Hammer Guild…”

He bowed his head, feeling guilty for not being able to assist.

“There’s no need to apologize.”

Raon calmly shook his head.

‘It’s only natural that they wouldn’t know.’

The current Shadow Agents were so busy monitoring the Zieghart territory that even 24 hours in a day weren’t enough.

It was only natural that they lacked any information about the Gray Hammer Guild, which had no connection to them whatsoever.

‘In fact, it might even be a good thing that they don’t.’

It meant there was less chance that this matter was related to the Five Demons. The fact that there was no information could be considered good news.

‘Does this mean I need to ask the Black Market?’

Raon frowned, looking again at Borgos’ rough handwriting.

‘No, there’s no time for that.’

Given that the letter just said “help us” without any other explanation, the situation must be truly urgent. Heading straight for the Gray Hammer Guild while gathering information along the way seemed like the best plan.

“You’re planning to go, aren’t you?”

Chad appeared to catch on to Raon’s thoughts, his eyes shining faintly.

“Yes. I owe him a debt, and I also need the dwarves’ help.”

Raon nodded.

‘The blacksmiths in Zieghart won’t suffice to craft weapons from dragon’s bones and scales.’

There were few blacksmiths capable of forging weapons and equipment from dragon bones, teeth, and scales. Borgos, along with the dwarves of the Gray Hammer Guild, could be a great help, so Raon was determined to help Borgos.

“In that case, I’ll gather what information I can and send it to you.”

Chad quickly promised, bowing his head.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed in return.

“Ah, no need for that! Not between us!”

Chad waved his hands energetically and dashed off toward the Shadow Agents’ building.

“Not between us, huh….”

Raon watched Chad run off with calm eyes before turning his gaze toward the annex building.

‘But…’

How should he explain leaving so soon after returning? While Sylvia and Edgar would likely understand, he was worried about how Sia, who still had a child’s mindset, would react.

“Sigh…”

With a heavy sigh, Raon trudged toward the annex building.

With the King of Essence’s brilliant mind, he predict…

Wrath clicked his tongue as if in anticipation.

You might get hit?

‘I’d like to call it nonsense, but…’

Raon swallowed nervously as he spotted Sia waving at him in front of the annex building.

‘It might actually happen.’

*   *   *

“I realized I still don’t fully understand Raon.”

Glenn looked back and forth between Sheryl and Roenn, shaking his head.

“I thought he was simply the greatest talent in Zieghart, but he’s even more than that. The continent’s best. No, calling him the greatest of all time wouldn’t be an exaggeration.”

He revealed his flushed cheeks, saying he had been shocked more than once while teaching Raon today.

“When you teach him one thing, he learns ten. And he understands five more on top of that. He’s my grandson, but honestly, it felt like I was staring at a monster.”

Glenn gripped the armrest of his throne tightly, marveling at how Raon’s martial talent continued to grow.

“He’s on a different level. That phrase fits him perfectly. I’m more excited about what he’ll prove in the future than what he’s shown so far.”

Glenn leaned back into the throne, his face openly showing his admiration for his grandson.

“Huhuhu!”

Roenn clapped toward Glenn.

“I, too, am amazed by young master Raon’s progress. Most warriors focus on maximizing their strengths, but young master Raon not only amplifies his strengths, he also overcomes his weaknesses.”

He nodded, acknowledging Raon’s incredible talent and effort.

“That’s right! No matter how brilliant a genius may be, there are always shortcomings, but Raon is completely erasing those shortcomings!”

Glenn couldn’t hold back and clenched his fist. For the first time in a while, the armrest of the throne crumpled like a piece of paper.

“Isn’t that so?”

He gestured toward Sheryl, blinking as if seeking her agreement.

“…That’s true! There’s no one like Raon anywhere!”

Sheryl widened her eyes and nodded quickly.

“Ahem!”

Glenn let out a joyful laugh, his forehead flushing red, clearly delighted by the praise for his grandson.

“Sir Roenn…”

Taking advantage of Glenn’s laughter, Sheryl slipped over to Roen’s side.

"How do you keep responding to him like that? He’s already said the same thing five times!"

Glenn had called them both early in the morning and was repeating the exact same words for the fifth time to the point that Sheryl felt ready to tear her hair out. Yet Roenn was still reacting politely, which she found impressive.

“You probably don’t know, since the Heavenly Blade division often goes on missions…”

Roenn smiled gently, shaking his head.

“This happens often. Five repetitions aren’t uncommon.”

He added that Glenn sometimes repeated Raon’s praises ten times.

“Oh…”

Sheryl clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.

"You've been through a lot."

“Hahaha.”

Roenn didn’t deny it, merely laughing.

“Sheryl!”

Glenn called her name with a frown.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Of course!”

Sheryl quickly nodded.

"Then which of the Heavenly Lightning Cultivation’s techniques surprised Raon?"

"It's the second one!"

She answered without hesitation. After all, she’d heard him tell the story five times.

"Wrong. It was the fourth one."

Glenn shook his head firmly.

"What? But..."

"He was surprised by the second technique, but the one he was very surprised by was the fourth."

"Huh? How is that even different...?"

"You don't know the difference?"

He furrowed his brow in disbelief.

“I really don’t….”

While Sheryl was rolling her eyes, a knock on the door came to her rescue.

“Head of house, may I come in?”

As soon as Raon’s voice was heard, Glenn’s crumpled expression instantly softened as if it had been a lie.

“Ahem!”

Clearing his throat with a fake cough, Glenn nodded.

“Come in.”

His voice trembled slightly, unable to hide his sudden uplifted mood.

“Apologies for disturbing you when you must be tired. Hm?”

Raon opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes widening.

“Heavenly Blade division leader?”

While he had expected Roenn to be present, seeing Sheryl as well came as a surprise.

“Good timing. Really.”

For some reason, Sheryl greeted him with an unusually cheerful expression, waving her hand.

“So, what brings you here?”

Glenn nodded, his lips twitching like a freshly caught fish.

“I came to report something urgent. Just now…”

Raon let out a short sigh before explaining that he had received a letter from Borgos.

“Master of the Gray Hammer Guild, Borgos…”

Glenn raised his hand to stroke his chin.

“Though he’s of a different race, he’s not the type to speak nonsense.”

“I feel the same. Though I didn’t spend much time with him, he left the impression of someone with weight.”

While other dwarves were startled upon seeing a drake, Borgos calmly assessed its wounds to gauge Raon's strength.

For such a serious man to send a letter asking for help, it was clear he must be in a dire situation.

“Then…”

“Yes, I want to go.”

Raon firmly stated that he must go and bowed his head.

“Are you planning to take the Light Wind division with you?”

“No. I plan on giving the swordsmen some rest. It could be a trap, after all.”

Since there was a chance it might be a trap set by the Five Demons, taking the entire Light Wind division would be too risky. He planned to take only those capable of surviving without his help.

"I'm only planning to take the three team leaders and the warehouse. No, one porter."

Raon joined his hands in front of him, explaining that only four of them would be going.

"That's a good idea. I should keep it in mind as well."

Glenn said he would keep it in mind, slowly nodding.

“In that case….”

Sheryl raised a hand toward Glenn.

“How about I go with him?”

She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “What do you think?”

“That sounds fine.”

Glenn nodded, seeming to approve of the idea.

“Are you sure about that?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

"I'd be happy to have you, but you must be tired..."

Currently, the busiest person in Zieghart was Sheryl. She’d just returned and barely had time to rest, he didn’t want to take that away from her.

"It's okay."

Sheryl walked over to him and shook her head.

“Staying here would probably be more tiring.”

She lightly tapped Raon’s waist with her elbow, making it clear she was determined to go with him.

“Then it’s settled, the Heavenly Blade division leader will go as well. But….”

Glenn narrowed his eyes, staring at Raon’s head.

“What happened to your hair?”

He frowned at Raon’s messy hair, which looked as though a rat had chewed through it or a bird had built a nest in it.

“Ah…”

Raon awkwardly laughed, patting down his disheveled hair with his hand.

“My… sister….”

While his mother and father told him to go quickly, but Sia refused to accept it and challenged him to a fight.

She was so strong that, in trying not to fight back too hard, he ended up having his hair pulled out.

“Hm…”

When Raon explained what had happened in the annex building, Glenn’s expression darkened deeply.

“H-head of house, it’s nothing serious. It wasn’t a real fight, she was just…”

Raon tried to clarify that Sia had only done it out of upset feelings, but Glenn’s face didn’t lighten.

‘Why is he acting like that?’

Raon tilted his head, puzzled, as Sheryl came up beside him and whispered.

“I think he’s jealous.”

“Pardon?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“Jealous?”

Jealous of what? Jealous of someone pulling your hair out? Or of someone doing the pulling? It was impossible to tell, so Raon couldn’t help but give a half-disbelieving laugh.

Ugh….

Wrath shook his head as he looked at Glenn.

There's nothing normal! Nothing normal here at all

*   *   *

The Light Wind division’s quarters stood beside the fifth training ground. Most of the swordsmen had returned to their family residence (estate), so it was quiet, except for one very noisy room.

“I did restock a lot, but we used a ton of supplies too.”

Dorian frowned as he examined his belly pocket.

‘I’ll need to restock everything.’

Although they had obtained a large quantity of dragon bones, scales, and teeth in Seipia, they had used up a significant amount of supplies fending off enemies. Restocking everything would keep him busy for several days.

“All right, I need stone walls, internal injury medicine, external wound medicine, holy water….”

As Dorian was listing out the items he needed, someone knocked on his door.

“Who is it?”

He opened the door to find no one there, just a note lying on the floor.

“What’s this?”

He picked it up and read it. It was a message from Raon, telling him to get ready.

“Ugh, here he goes again, calling me out suddenly again.”

Dorian sighed and placed the note on his desk.

“There’s no time, and there’s no date.”

As if imitating Rimmer, Raon had simply left a note saying, "Get ready," and disappeared.

“Guess I’d better restock faster.”

Not knowing when Raon would show up, Dorian hurriedly noted the items he needed to replenish and stood up, only for another knock to sound at the door.

“What is it this time… huh?”

Opening the door, he found Raon, already geared up and ready to depart.

“D-division leader?”

Dorian blinked in surprise at Raon’s sudden appearance.

“You’re ready, right?”

Raon tilted his chin as if telling him to hurry up.

“Uh…? Wh-what?”

Dorian’s eyes widened.

“W-wait, what? Ready? You only told me 30 minutes ago!”

“That’s plenty of time.”

“No, that’s not it! I need to restock supplies!”

Dorian clutched his head in distress, explaining they were short on all sorts of items.

“You can’t just call me like this all of a sudden….”

“I told you in advance.”

“It’s only been 30 minutes! 30 minutes! Even the vice division leader gave me at least half a day!”

Dorian yelled, saying this was way too much.

“30 minutes is enough.”

Raon shook his head, stating that a swordsman only needed 10 minutes to prepare.

“That’s you, division leader! I’m the quartermaster! If I don’t have supplies, my limbs feel weak, and my chest tightens!”

Dorian pleaded for more time, shaking his head frantically.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. We’ll get what we need when we arrive.”

“Excuse me? What do you mean, when we arrive…”

Dorian tilted his head in confusion, not understanding.

“Our destination…”

Raon smirked at Dorian’s puzzled eyes.

“…is your house.”

*   *   *

A seaside shore shrouded in a gloomy darkness.

While the rest of the continent basked in brilliant sunlight, only the cold light of the moon illuminated this place.

“……”

Beyond the mask of the handsome young man looking at the coastline with his hands behind his back, only white moonlight resided.

As he was enjoying the quiet darkness, a man wearing a green snake helmet appeared.

“You’ve been busy, it seems.”

The man in the green snake helmet, Green Wolf Snake, narrowed his sharp eyes.

"As you know, I have many things to handle. But..."

The Fallen, wearing the mask of the handsome young man, tilted his head.

“I heard you failed again.”

The Fallen clicked his tongue briefly, as if in regret. His voice was soft enough to mesmerize someone, but his tone was firm and resolute.

“Hmm, I really thought I could kill Raon Zieghart this time….”

Green Wolf Snake’s sigh rustled through the dark night wind.

“He appeared far stronger than I expected. He’s a being who defies the principles of the world.”

He let out a hollow laugh, still unable to believe it.

“I’ve heard rumors he reached Transcendence. Are you saying even you and the ancient dragons couldn’t handle him?”

The Fallen slowly turned his gaze toward Green Wolf Snake.

“He held his ground even against both me and the ancient dragon. If Matirus had gone all out from the beginning, we might’ve killed him, but that fool let his guard down and paid the price.”

Green Wolf Snake sneered, mocking the now-dead ancient dragon.

“He’s someone who grows stronger with every experience, which makes him even more dangerous now.”

“That’s true. He’s an entirely different person from when he was captured by our branch.”

The Fallen nodded in agreement, his tone composed.

"Actually, I had a chance to take him down in a mutual kill, but that nuisance Merlin got in the way again."

Green Wolf Snake’s snake-like eyes narrowed further.

“How unfortunate.”

The Fallen brushed back the hair that had fallen over his forehead. He seemed regretful not only about Raon but also that Green Wolf Snake was still alive.

“You treat lives so lightly.”

Green Wolf Snake’s eyes sharpened, curving like blades.

“Aren’t you someone who is completed through death?”

The Fallen returned his stare with a gaze full of pity.

“Seeing that you’re in a good mood, did things go well?”

Green Wolf Snake rolled his eyes while looking at the Fallen.

"You're sharp, like a snake."

The Fallen nodded calmly.

“I achieved the best result I had envisioned.”

“That’s good to hear. And actually, I didn’t walk away empty-handed either.”

Green Wolf Snake made a small, satisfied nod, saying he had gained something through this incident.

“I think I know what you mean.”

The Fallen let out a faint smile, as if he had read Green Wolf Snake’s thoughts with just a glance.

“But Merlin… Merlin again. The damage she’s caused is no small matter.”

He ran his sharp fingers over his chin, a viscous smile spreading across his face.

“It seems I can’t just leave her alone anymore.”

 

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