The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 876

 Chapter 876

 

“Then I’ll be off.”

Raon waved at Sylvia and Edgar before turning his gaze behind him.

“Um, sister? I really need to go now….”

He let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Sia, clinging to his shoulders.

"No!"

Sia shook her head fiercely, as if she absolutely refused to let him leave.

"I protected the house as promised, so why are you leaving again!"

Pouting, she jutted out her lips, clearly upset about him leaving the annex building.

“It’s not a matter of whether I want to go or not, I feel like my bones might break….”

Since Sia was hugging him with all her strength, his collarbone and ribs felt as if they might shatter. But because of what he’d said before, he couldn’t push her away and had no choice but to endure.

"This time, I won’t be gone for long."

Raon brought his hands together, promising to return as soon as possible.

"I’ll make sure to bring you a gift, too."

His voice rustled warmly, like autumn leaves. He really looked as if he were talking to a child.

"A gift?"

At the mention of a gift, Sia immediately lifted her head. Her eyes sparkled like rubies.

"What kind of gift?"

"That’s a secret."

Having not thought of anything in advance, he quickly dodged the question.

“Hmm….”

Sia seemed tempted by the word "gift," and her arms, which had been tightly clutching his shoulders, began to loosen.

"Sia, Raon doesn’t want to leave. He’s doing it for all of us."

Sylvia seized the opportunity, gently patting Sia’s back.

“Exactly! Raon is going on missions for all of us, you know. So that’s why he even lied about the gift… Guhk!”

Edgar, who had been muttering about Raon lying about the gift, was suddenly kicked by Sylvia. The kick was so strong that he flew through the air and crashed into the annex building fence.

"Ugh…."

Fortunately, Sia didn't hear Edgar's words and came down from Raon's back, turning her eyes from side to side.

"I'll be back soon. Please protect the house again this time."

Raon lightly patted Sia’s head and gave her a warm smile.

"Okay, I’ll do it. But…."

"Yes, I’ll definitely bring you a gift."

Raon repeated the word "gift," glaring at Edgar, who was still stuck in the fence.

“Alright! Leave the house to me!”

Energized by the thought of the gift, Sia put her hands on her hips and nodded firmly. Though her expression was still that of a child, her stance made her look like a fierce general on the battlefield.

‘It might not be a bad idea to teach her swordsmanship when I get back.’

Given how powerful her aura was, it seemed best to teach her how to control and use her strength properly.

“All right, I really am going now.”

Raon waved to Sylvia and Sia, who was still in her arms, and walked out of the garden.

As expected of your sister, she's really stubborn. She's going to be a hassle in the future.

Wrath clicked his tongue, claiming he could already see the future.

'It's not particularly a bother.'

Raon calmly shook his head.

‘Rather, it gives me a sense of stability.’

If it were his previous life, he might have thought it was bothersome, as Wrath said. However, in this life, after learning about family and relationships, he found Sia's antics endearing.

Is this what it means for you to finally become human?

‘I was human to begin with.’

Hah! You were never human to begin with, you’ve always been one of the celestials!

Wrath scoffed, saying Raon had no essence of humanity in him.

‘Let’s not throw insults around.’

Raon playfully flicked Wrath’s nose and chuckled. Now that he also felt that being called a celestial was an insult, it seemed he had changed a lot.

"To think someone could make the Light Wind division leader Raon Zieghart flustered like that. I’ll need to stay on her good side."

Burren, waiting outside the garden, chuckled warmly at the siblings' interaction.

“To think that innocent face conceals the power of a Grandmaster. Kinda gives me goosebumps.”

Martha licked her lips, saying she wanted to spar with Sia someday.

"I'm a little envious...."

Runaan muttered that she was envious and looked at her own back.

"Let’s hurry! "Let's go! There are many things to pick up on the way home. First of all, aside from supplies, we have to pack all the necessities...."

Dorian excitedly listed off the items he planned to bring from the Sephia Company, as if he intended to pack the entire world.

"I knew the kids were weird enough, but this is just chaos."

Sheryl shook her head as she glanced at the team leaders, who only cared about saying what they wanted, and at Dorian.

"Well, it's because the person who taught them was a swordsman even weirder than anyone else."

Raon smiled as if it were obvious and stepped forward.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Sheryl chuckled softly and followed him.

*   *   *

After finishing dinner, Raon was relaxing by the campfire when Sheryl sat down beside him.

"You’re getting used to camping now."

Sheryl shrugged as she sat by the fire.

“When I first took you on a mission, you seemed kind of clueless.”

“I did just fine. It’s the others who were slow.”

Raon shook his head, pointing to Dorian and the team leaders tidying up the camp.

‘Camping was basically my life back then.’

Having spent a long time as an assassin, he was quite experienced at camp life. If he had seemed awkward and clueless, it was only because of the Light Wind members.

"Now that I think about it, you fought our vice division leader the very first day, right?"

"It wasn’t really a fight. We arm-wrestled."

"Right. That’s when I knew you weren’t normal."

Sheryl laughed, reminiscing about the past.

“How’s he doing lately?”

“He’s just been adding more muscle than ever. Seems he doesn’t want to lose in arm-wrestling again.”

She clicked her tongue, joking that he cared more about building muscle than swordsmanship.

“I can somewhat understand.”

Raon smiled faintly and turned his gaze back to the fire.

"By the way…."

After a brief silence, Sheryl slowly opened her mouth.

"I heard that idiot soul is inside the Blade of Requiem. Is it true?"

"Yes, it’s true."

Raon met Sheryl’s wavering eyes and nodded.

"Lady Siyan tried to pull out master's soul, but the soul clung to the Blade of Requiem and wouldn’t come out."

"…Could I see that blade for a moment?"

Sheryl swallowed hard, as if making a difficult request, and bowed her head.

"Of course."

Raon handed her the Blade of Requiem without hesitation. Normally, a cursed blade like this shouldn’t be given to others, but he trusted her.

"Thank you."

Sheryl’s trembling hands accepted the blade.

"You damn fool!"

She glared at the red blade and burst out with the emotions she had been holding back.

“How could you leave me just like that…?”

Clutching the sword in both hands, Sheryl leaned her forehead against it. Because of the flickering campfire, it almost looked like she was being held in Rimmer’s arms.

She stayed like that for a long time, and when she finally lifted her head, her expression had cleared somewhat, as if she had let go of some of her grief.

"Thank you. I feel a bit better now."

She bowed deeply, sincerely grateful, and returned the Blade of Requiem.

“By the way….”

Raon lowered his voice, holding the blade still warm from her grip.

"What was the relationship between master and the Heavenly Blade Division leader?"

"Huh…?"

Sheryl's face flushed as if she hadn’t expected that question. The confident air that always surrounded her seemed to crack a little.

“That’s, uh… well….”

She stammered, unable to give a proper answer, her shoulders twitching and her gaze darting around.

“Raon! Everything’s set! We have to get moving if we want to arrive before dawn!”

Just as he was waiting for Sheryl’s answer, Martha called out for them to hurry. She waved her hand, urging him on.

“Got it. One second….”

Raon nodded toward Martha, then turned back to Sheryl. But she had already slipped away, standing next to Burren at the front.

"Let's go! It could be dangerous if we're any later!"

With reddened cheeks, Sheryl urged them on, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Hmm…."

Raon smacked his lips. It seemed he’d have to wait until another time to hear about whatever had gone on between Sheryl and Rimmer.

'But what exactly is going on? It's not master, but Sheryl seems to like him more?'

As he tilted his head in confusion, Martha smacked him on the back.

"Sometimes, there are things you don’t need to ask about."

"Idiot…."

Runaan agreed as she passed by, sticking out her tongue slightly.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

This is why he keeps saying you’re not human!

Wrath clicked his tongue in disdain.

‘No, I mean, explain it….’

A bastard like a celestial.

‘I don’t care if I’m a celestial. Just give me an answer.’

A stupid bastard like a celestial!

‘You don’t know either, do you?’

…….

*   *   *

In the southwestern part of the continent stood the great city of Rokan.

Although the thick blanket of night had long since covered the city, the president office of Sephia Company still shone brightly amid the darkness.

"Hmm…."

Inside the office, Adis Sepia, the president of Sephia Company, busily moved around his office, jotting down countless words.

The late hour, dividing light and shadow, seemed to signify a critical moment for the president of the company, whose name echoed across the continent.

"President."

The old butler, Ligwin, bowed his head respectfully.

“It’s already quite late, sir. Perhaps you should get some rest.”

He clasped his hands in front of him, concerned that Adis was pushing himself too hard.

"Normally, you’d be right. But this time, there’s something important that needs doing."

Adis shook his head firmly, conveying that while he appreciated the advice, he couldn’t heed it.

"Dorian. That kid is coming home, so I can’t afford to prepare half-heartedly!"

He couldn’t suppress the smile lingering on his lips, as if he was genuinely looking forward to seeing his son again after so long.

Late into the night, the few lights illuminating the city were not fueled by the conviction of a company president, but by the love of a father. “You seem very happy, president.”

Ligwin shook his head, saying that it was the first time he had seen him smile like that in a long time.

"Ahem! I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Adis’ lips twitched like someone from the north, as if trying to suppress a grin.

“You’re very clearly smiling right now.”

Ligwin shrugged as if asking whether he should bring him a mirror.

"It’s not that! It’s just that I’ve heard rumors of my son’s achievements here and there. It makes me a little excited, that’s all!"

Adis waved his hand, vehemently denying it, though he still couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from curling up.

“When do you think he’ll arrive…?”

His eyebrows sank a little, as if he found waiting difficult.

"Since the letter arrived today, even with a dimensional gate, they will likely arrive tomorrow or the day after."

Ligwin suggested he could take his time preparing, shaking his head gently.

"Well, you’re probably right."

Adis nodded, agreeing that it might be better to rest for now. Just as he was about to sit down, though—

"Hmm…?"

Ligwin suddenly touched his ear, narrowing his eyes.

"What is it?"

Adis narrowed his eyes, looking at Ligwin.

"Um…."

Ligwin exhaled sharply, his gaze falling toward the window.

"Y-young master and the Light Wind division leader have arrived…."

“What? Right now?”

"Yes. They’ve already passed the front gate."

“Huh….”

Adis widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I didn’t think they’d arrive this quickly."

"For now, let’s prepare to greet them."

Ligwin quickly began tidying up the mess in Adis’ office. As his hands moved, the dust vanished, revealing the office’s original pristine state.

"Ahem!"

Adis straightened the wrinkles in his clothes and sat at his desk, picking up a pen. Just as he pretended to work, a knock came at the door.

"President, the young master and his guests have arrived."

The butler’s voice came from outside.

"Let them in."

Adis lowered his voice as much as possible and nodded.

‘Dorian?’

However, as soon as he saw his son, he could not help but open his mouth wide.

The fat on his son, who had always been chubby, had completely disappeared, and he looked leaner and sharper than any swordsman Adis had ever met.

Of course, compared to Raon, who was coming in right behind him, he looked a bit overshadowed, but he was still imposing enough to overwhelm ordinary people

"Father!"

Excited at their reunion, Dorian rushed toward him.

"Hmm…."

Adis furrowed his brow.

Adis lowered his eyebrows. Normally, he might try to shove him away as part of toughening him up, but seeing how much his son had changed, he felt an unexpected urge to embrace him.

‘Yes. He’s worked hard.’

Figuring it must have taken tremendous effort for Dorian to get to this point, he decided to set aside his usual sternness just once.

"Dorian!"

As Adis opened his arms to hug his son, Dorian abruptly stopped in his tracks and pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket.

"I need a lot of things! First, fire-resistant stone walls, external and internal medicine, holy water, camping tents and beds…."

While Adis stood there awkwardly, arms wide open, Dorian rattled off the list of items he needed in one breath.

"……."

The excitement and anticipation blazing in Adis’ eyes suddenly cooled, turning ice-cold.

*   *   *

“I also need a new hammer and some saw blades— Ack!”

"Enough."

Raon grabbed Dorian, who was endlessly listing supplies, and pulled him back. Then, bowing politely to the stunned Adis Sephia, he greeted him.

"President, it’s been a while."

"O-oh, yes…."

Adis finally regained his composure, lightly massaging his temple before returning the greeting.

"It has been a while. It’s good to see you, Light Wind Division leader, and you as well, Heavenly Blade Division leader.”

He addressed not only Raon but also Sheryl with proper courtesy.

“Apologies for visiting at such a late hour,” Sheryl said, bowing her head apologetically.

"It’s no trouble. I was working on documents anyway."

Adis waved a hand, holding up a document that had no writing on it. Clearly, he hadn’t realized it was blank in his flustered state.

"But for you to arrive so quickly, it seems like something urgent has come up."

“Yes. Do you happen to have any information about the Gray Hammer Guild?”

Raon took a step forward as he asked. Given that Rokan wasn’t too far from where the Gray Hammer Guild was located, there was a good chance Adis would know something.

“Actually, I haven’t seen Sir Borgos at all this year. Late last year, I sent him a gift, and he replied that he was working on something important and asked not to contact him for a while.”

Adis rested his arms on his desk and shook his head.

“As you know, it’s not uncommon for blacksmiths to suddenly lock themselves in their workshops. It seemed like his usual behavior, so I didn’t suspect anything. But perhaps something is going on.”

"Yes. I didn’t write it in the letter to avoid any misunderstandings, but..."

Raon pulled out a letter from Borgos and showed it to Adis.

"Hmm, this is indeed his handwriting. However…."

Adis frowned as he examined the letter.

“He’s not the sort of person to send a message like this….”

He furrowed his brow, saying Borgos would rather die than ask someone he barely knew for help.

"He probably was in a great hurry."

"Then we should head there immediately…."

"Please wait for now. I’ve already sent my son to check on the Gray Hammer Guild directly, so he should be back soon."

Adis gestured for them to sit on the sofa, saying it was about time for his son to return.

"Understood."

Raon nodded heavily and sat on the sofa, guided by Ligwin.

"W-Well then, I’ll go take care of the supplies! Supplies!"

Dorian, looking as anxious as a puppy needing to relieve itself, glanced nervously between Adis and Raon.

"Fine. Do as you like."

Adis glared at Dorian before waving him off.

"Yes, sir!"

Dorian didn't even look at his father's face, raised his hand as if he was saluting, and left the office.

“…How is that child doing?”

As soon as Dorian left, Adis asked about him.

"He’s unfocused and timid as a swordsman."

Raon replied calmly, describing Dorian’s usual demeanor.

“As I thought….”

“But now he's grown the resolve and skill to overcome those fears. No matter what anyone says, he’s become a fine swordsman of Zieghart.”

"Hmm, I see."

Adis’ lips curved into a small smile, pleased by Raon’s genuine praise.

“He’s a friend I can trust completely to guard my back.”

"That much?"

“Yes. I really mean it.”

"Haha!"

Adis let out a laugh tinged with surprise just as noises, sounding like parts of the company’s building being destroyed, echoed from various directions.

“That rascal! How much dama—”

As Adis frowned and stood up, the office door swung open, and Dorian’s brother, Dialon Sephia, entered alongside a dwarf with a coiled brown beard.

"F-Father! Something terrible has happened!"

Dialon stepped forward with heavy breaths and a hurried pace.

"Calm down first."

"I can’t calm down!"

He shook his head, pointing to the dwarf beside him.

“Sir Borgos and most of the Gray Hammer Guild dwarves were captured by monsters! They were ambushed at their own base!”

"What?"

Adis turned to the dwarf, his expression hardening.

“I-Is that really true?”

"It is…."

The dwarf nodded, his chin quivering as he hung his head.

“What exactly happened?”

Adis slammed his desk, urging the dwarf to explain.

"M-Monsters rose up from beneath the burning land where our workshop and base were built. We tried everything we could to stop them, but their strength was overwhelming…"

The dwarf, trembling in despair, admitted that their efforts were futile against such tremendous power.

"Then you should have asked for help sooner!"

Martha furrowed her brows in frustration.

"Dwarves rarely rely on the strength of others. They try to resolve things with their own strength no matter what." 

Adis shook his head, saying that dwarves only ask for help from others when the entire race is in danger.

"What kind of monsters are they? Are they massive creatures, like Giant Worms?"

"No. The strongest one, who seemed to be their leader, spoke like us but was enormous in size, with red wings, wielding a flaming sword and whip."

The dwarf clutched his head, saying that none of their weapons were effective against that monster.

"Flaming sword and whip?"

Raon narrowed his eyes as he listened to the dwarf’s description.

‘Have I ever heard of monster like that?’

He racked his brain, but nothing came to mind.

Hmm….

Before he could ask further, Wrath scratched his nose bridge and shook his head.

'What is it?'

That… it feels like the King of Essence might know it.

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