The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 887

 Chapter 887

 

‘He objects…?’

Raon narrowed his eyes into thin slits as he looked at Karoon.

‘What’s the reason?’

He, too, felt that the Light Wind Division was still lacking in various ways to be promoted to a palace. He wasn’t aiming for the position of palace master just yet, so he wouldn’t mind if the promotion was postponed. Still, he was curious why Karoon was objecting.

‘Especially since he was the one who suggested the proposal and then objected to it.’

Lately, Karoon had been offering him help rather than trying to keep him in check.

For someone like him to propose the promotion of the Light Wind Division and then object to it—there must be a reason.

“Central Martial Palace master.”

Glenn furrowed his brows deeply as he looked down at Karoon.

“You were the one who placed this item on the agenda, and now you object? What’s your reason?

His voice was heavy with suppressed anger, as if he couldn’t understand Karoon’s actions.

"That's right! You said it yourself—to promote the Light Wind Division to a palace!"

Balder stood in front of Karoon, shaking his fist.

“Have you gone senile brother? Why are you kicking away your own proposal?”

He grabbed Karoon’s shoulders and shook him, telling him to come to his senses.

"Sir Karoon was the one who proposed the promotion of the Light Wind Division?"

“Hah, now this is unexpected….”

"But why would he propose it and then object to it?"

Even the executives tilted their heads in confusion at Karoon’s actions.

“Central Martial Palace’s master.”

Glenn gripped the armrest of his throne so tightly that it cracked, then called Karoon’s name.

"State your reason for objecting."

He revealed his chillingly cold eyes, as if making it clear that he would not tolerate any jokes.

“The Shadow Agents’ master is right.”

Karoon pushed Balder aside and stepped forward.

“After reaching Transcendence, the Light Wind Division leader has accomplished incredible feats, and the division has supported him excellently. If we consider which armed organization has spread Zieghart’s name the widest and highest recently, it would undoubtedly be the Light Wind Division.”

Even while presenting his objection, he calmly acknowledged Raon and the Light Wind Division's achievements without hesitation.
“It’s not just their achievements. The division leader is a Transcender, the team leaders are peak Master level, and most members are Masters. Their martial strength alone makes them more than qualified.”

"Then why are you objecting?!"

Balder slammed his fist against the pillar behind him, urging Karoon to hurry up and state his reason.

“Personel.”

Karoon slowly closed his eyes, then reopened them.

"The current Light Wind Division has just over thirty members. Even for a division, that is a small number, let alone for a palace. No matter how many of its swordsmen are Masters, accidents due to a lack of manpower are inevitable."

While he acknowledged their combat strength and achievements, he shook his head, their lack of personnel was a critical issue.

“Hm….”

Raon nodded calmly.

‘That’s an irrefutable argument.’

 

For the Light Wind Division to become a palace, more people were necessary.

Since the first selection ceremony, only Yua, Yulius, and Mark Goetten had joined the Light Wind.

If they were promoted to a palace, they might have to handle multiple missions at the same time, making recruitment essential.

“A Zieghart palace must be capable of undertaking at least five missions simultaneously. Even if the team leaders of the Light Wind Division are peak Master level, their number of subordinates are too few to be assigned to all missions.”

Karoon spoke without any emotion, listing the facts in a composed manner.

“Well, that’s true….”

The Shadow Agents’ master lowered the document in his hands and nodded.

“Even though the number of missions has decreased lately, war will break out again soon, and missions will flood in.”

He slightly crumpled the document in his grip, acknowledging that the Light Wind Division’s small numbers were indeed a problem.

“Manpower, huh….”

Glenn let out a low groan, unable to refute Karoon’s point.

“Therefore.”

Karoon took another step forward and raised his hand.

"For the Light Wind Division to be promoted to a palace, I believe at least 30 additional swordsmen must be recruited. If they are skilled enough, the number can be slightly lower."

He calmly stated his opinion before lowering his hand.

"Well, that makes sense, but…"

Balder frowned as he looked at Karoon.

"The selection ceremony ended last year. It'll take years before the next one is held. We could just promote them first and—"

"That is unacceptable."

Karoon firmly shook his head.

“This isn’t just any combat division. It’s a Zieghart palace. It represents the family’s face, so we cannot treat this promotion lightly.”

His gaze turned cold.

"That’s not wrong."

Glenn nodded slowly, agreeing with Karoon’s reasoning.

“However….”

Karoon turned to Raon and slightly lifted his chin.

“Slaying two ancient dragons to secure an alliance with Seipia, rescuing the Gray Hammer Guild, and providing all Zieghart swordsmen with the opportunity to wield dragon bone swords—letting such accomplishments go to waste would be a shame.”

He looked up at Glenn and clasped his hands together.

"Therefore, I request permission for another division to be merged into the Light Wind Palace."

Rather than recruiting new swordsmen, Karoon was asking to merge an already existing division into the Light Wind Division. He bowed his head.

“Hm….”

Glenn exhaled a thin breath, seeming to finally grasp Karoon’s true intention as his anger subsided.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

He nodded, indicating his approval of Karoon’s suggestion.

“However, since this is a new proposal, both sides should be given time to consider it.”

"There is already one division that has expressed interest in joining the Light Wind Palace."

Karoon raised his hand, revealing that he had already spoken with another division.

“What?”

"What did you say?"

Raon and Glenn widened their eyes in surprise.

“The Warring Steel Division, currently out on a mission, has conveyed their desire to merge under the Light Wind Palace.”

Karoon lowered his hand, stating that he had already spoken with the Warring Steel Division’s leader.

“When did this happen…?”

"I spoke with the Warring Steel Division before they left for their mission."

Karoon nodded with a calm expression, as if he had been calculating all these situations from the beginning.

‘The Warring Steel Division….’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Karoon.

‘That means there's no way this is a scheme.’

If Karoon had simply offered his own men, Raon would have rejected it outright.

But Trevin, the Warring Steel Division leader, was a trustworthy comrade. Even when the entire family looked down on him, Trevin treated him as an equal and even came to help him during House Arianne incident.

If it had been anyone else, Raon would have suspected Karoon of scheming something. But with Trevin and the Warring Steel Division, there was no doubt.

“The Warring Steel Division….”

Glenn nodded and turned to Raon.

“This seems like a good option. The Warring Steel Division and the Light Wind Division have fought together multiple times.”

"Yes. I've helped them before, and they've helped me as well."

Raon nodded in agreement.

“So both sides are on board, then.”

Glenn smiled faintly, clearly pleased.

"U-uh, we’d like to join too!"

"How do we apply?"

"At least give us a chance!"

Perhaps because the Warring Steel Division had been the first to voice their desire to merge under the Light Wind Palace, other executives who had been quietly observing also began raising their hands, eager to become part of the Light Wind Palace.

There were some among them who were stronger than the Warring Steel Division, but Raon felt no particular pull toward them. When accepting new comrades, trust mattered more than strength.

"Seriously brother, if that was the case, you should've just said so from the beginning! Why did you have to create such a grim atmosphere?"

Balder furrowed his brow and jabbed Karoon in the side.

“Look at those puffed-up cheeks! You came here fully prepared to take care of your nephew, didn’t you?”

"Shut your mouth."
Karoon frowned and jabbed Balder’s side in return.

"Kuh-heok!"

Balder clutched his stomach and collapsed, even though it didn’t seem like he had been hit that hard.

"Then, we’ll resume the process of promoting the Light Wind Division to a palace once the Warring Steel Division returns."

The Shadow Agents master, Chad, let out a sigh of relief, as if the matter had been resolved, and picked up the second document.

"The second agenda concerns the increasing number of injured swordsmen and how to…."

As Raon listened to Chad’s words, he turned to Karoon. He stood with his arms crossed, looking straight ahead as if he had said everything he needed to say.

‘Somehow….  How should I put it…?’

He looks pretty cool now.

Raon's first impression of Karoon was that of a petty, narrow-minded man. Someone so small-minded that he seemed pathetic.

But now, Karoon as a person seemed far greater than just his martial prowess.

'People…'

Watching Karoon walk a path opposite to Derus, Raon let out a faint smile.

'Really do change.'

*   *   *

“Central Martial Palace master.”

After the conference ended, Raon approached Karoon.

“…..”

Just as he was about to leave the audience chamber, Karoon turned his gaze, cold and emotionless.

“What is it?”

He lowered his eyebrows slightly, as if asking why Raon had stopped him.

"Thank you for helping us get promoted to a palace."

Raon bowed his head, expressing his gratitude for the preparation that he himself had not been able to make.

“There’s no need to thank me.”

Karoon shook his head indifferently.

"The Light Wind Division’s promotion to a palace was inevitable. If a Zieghart palace were to operate with so few members, it would make us look incompetent as well. I simply cut off that possibility in advance."

Turning away, he made it clear that he had not done this for the sake of the Light Wind Division.

"Even so, you're the only one who thought that far ahead, Central Martial Palace master."

Raon sincerely expressed his gratitude and bowed his head again.

“If that’s something to be grateful for….”

Karoon turned back to glance at him, then slowly parted his lips.

"Even after becoming a palace, continue striving forward."

With those final words, he left the audience chamber.

"Hah, did he eat something strange? Are we sure he didn’t come back as a different person?"

Balder let out an exaggerated sigh, clutching his waist where Karoon had struck him earlier.

"You think so too, right?"

"Yes. It is surprising."

Raon chuckled and nodded.

"Ugh, he only poked me with a finger, so why does it hurt so much? Help me up."

Balder leaned toward Raon, asking him to support his shoulder.

“Understood.”

After bowing to Glenn, who remained seated on his throne, Raon helped Balder as they left the audience chamber.

“Listen well. Once you become a palace master, you’ll have more work and responsibilities than you think. First, you’ll need a new building, and the subordinates….”

Glenn watched as Raon and Balder walked away, with Karoon leading in front of them. His wrinkled eyes twitched.

"Karoon siding with Raon, and Raon supporting Balder…."

 

Sheryl approached the platform, a faint smile on her lips.

"I never thought I'd see such a sight. You really never know how things will turn out in life."

She let out a soft breath of amazement.

“I feel the same way.”

Roenn chuckled and nodded.

"I never imagined young master Raon would get along with those two."

“To be honest, I thought the head of house’s parenting was a complete failure.”

Sheryl lifted her gaze slightly.

"But thanks to his excellent grandchildren, even his parenting turned out to be a success."

She smiled, enjoying the changes in Karoon and Balder.

"You're absolutely right. The grandchildren have been exceptional from the very beginning."

Roenn smiled warmly as he mentioned Raon, Burren, and Martha.

“Hmm….”

Even as Glenn listened to the praise of his children and grandchildren, he remained silent, his expression unusually stiff.

“Head of house?”

Sheryl approached him with a curious expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“Raon….”

Glenn bit his lip slightly before continuing.

“He doesn’t like Karoon more than me, does he? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that at me….”

His hand trembled as he gripped the armrest of his throne, looking genuinely concerned.

“Ah….”

“Huhuhuhu….”

Sheryl and Roenn lowered their heads, speechless.

*   *   *

"Try it once, sister."

Raon stepped back from Sia and gave her a nod.

“Okay!”

With a confident nod, Sia raised her wooden sword high above her head and swung it down.

Whoooong!

A gust of wind surged from the blade, splitting the ground and the lake before her.

“Well done.”

Raon smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

"Your control over your strength was perfect."

Unlike before, Sia had precisely adjusted her strength, preventing the sword wind from extending beyond the lake.

For her to perfect her control after only a week of training—it was fitting for someone who had once reached the realm of Grandmaster.

“Did I do well?”

Sia lifted her head, her eyes sparkling. It was clear she wanted more praise.

"Yeah. It was perfect."

“Ehehehe.”

She scratched the back of her head and grinned, looking pleased.

“Shall we try horizontal slash next?”

“Okay!”

Gaining confidence, Sia nodded enthusiastically and executed a series of horizontal slashes, diagonal slashes, and thrusts.

Her swordsmanship, even compared to when she had been a proper Grand Master, was not lacking in the slightest. Her strikes sent ripples across the lake’s surface.

“How was that?”

"Impressive…."

Raon nodded slowly.

‘Truly….’

He had only intended to teach her how to control her strength to avoid harming others accidentally, yet she was already showing an understanding of the principles of swordsmanship.

Even though all her memories as the Green King had disappeared, her body still retained the knowledge of the sword.

If you teach her just a little more, she could regain her former strength.

Wrath nodded, acknowledging her innate talent.

'I think so too.'

Just as Wrath said, if she received proper training, it wouldn’t take long for her to return to the highest level of Grandmaster.

‘Wait, then….’

Would that make Edgar the weakest in the annex building?

Raon glanced toward Sylvia and Edgar, who were watching them.

Sylvia had steadily improved thanks to her continuous training, but Edgar was still too busy recovering from his injuries.

If Sia’s skills kept improving at this rate, Edgar would soon be the weakest in the annex building.

‘That could be pretty amusing.’

Ah… the dignity of a father….

Wrath let out a pitiful sigh.

‘I’ll train her as much as I can while I’m still here.’

With the ongoing war, even the inside of Zieghart wouldn’t be completely safe.

It was best to properly teach Sia swordsmanship so she could protect herself and the annex building.

What are you planning to teach her?

Wrath narrowed his eyes in curiosity.

‘There’s a technique that suits her perfectly.’

Raon smiled and approached Sia.

“Sister, the sword technique we’re learning next is called the Fangs of Insanity.”

The Fangs of Insanity—A sword technique that relied on perception rather than logic. It was a perfect match for Sia’s extraordinary talent.

“Fangs of Insanity…? What does that mean?”

Sia tilted her head, intrigued by the name.

"Well, it’s a sword technique that carries the meaning of a puppy biting with its teeth."

Since he couldn’t exactly tell her that it meant "a mad beast," he decided to soften it.

“A puppy!”

Sia nodded enthusiastically, clearly liking the explanation.

“Alright, let’s start with the principles….”

Raon began teaching Sia the principles and how to use it.

She was so smart that she memorized the principles in a single go and immediately started practicing the technique on her own.

She’s already far better than you.

‘I know.’

Raon nodded. Just as Wrath said, Sia’s talent had already surpassed his own.

By the time the sun began to set and the sword training was about to end, three pigeons soared through the darkening sky.

The birds, looking exhausted, flapped frantically as they reached them.

"Wow, they’re so cute!"

Sia lowered her sword and hugged one of the panting pigeons.

‘Let’s see here….’

Raon took the letters attached to the birds’ legs and opened them.

There were three letters, but all of them carried the same message.

‘The unbreakable sword has been completed. A blade has been reforged that will turn even resentment into your strength. The demon has descended.’

The letters were from Vulcan, Kuberad, and Borgos, each announcing the completion of his reforged swords.

The words within them carried a chilling weight, sending a shiver down his spine.

“This….”

Raon smacked his lips as he gazed up at the shimmering sky.

“I suppose I can look forward to this.”

 

 

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