The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 898

 Chapter 898

 

The golden throne, which had been embedded atop the platform, was uprooted along with its legs and lifted into the air, but the only ones witnessing this were the Light Wind Division swordsmen and the Warring Steel Division swordsmen.

Kwaaaang!

Even as the throne crashed onto the floor with a deafening roar, the executives in the audience chamber could not take their eyes off Raon.

“Y-you’re saying you defeated the DemonBlade? By yourself?”

Serena, the Void Sword Division leader, lowered her chin slightly, trembling as if she could not believe it.

"Even if you've reached Transcendence, how could you possibly defeat one of the heads…?"

Lattein, the Warring Sword Division leader, was equally shocked, unable to finish his sentence as he blinked in astonishment.

“All of you, keep your mouths shut! My nephew will explain it himself!”

Balder stepped forward, waving his hand broadly. However, he too seemed to find it hard to believe, as he swallowed dryly.

“Ahem…”

Glenn cleared his throat. With a flick of his finger, the throne that had fallen to the floor returned to its original place. Of course, it had already been bent out of shape from the impact of its fall, so it no longer looked the same.

"Raon. No, Light Wind’s division leader. Can you tell us how you managed to cut down the DemonBlade?"

Perhaps to hide his flustered expression, he half-covered his face with his hand while tilting his chin slightly.

"As I mentioned, the DemonBlade restored the energy of death he had lost using the Black Tower’s sorcery. However, he absorbed more than he could handle, causing his essence, qi, and spirit to fall out of harmony. Knowing this, I believed I had a chance to win, so I chose not to retreat and faced him head-on."

Raon nodded and began explaining the fight against the DemonBlade.

“…That’s how I found an opening in the DemonBlade’s swordsmanship and, in the end, managed to cut him down.”

As Raon ended his explanation with the fact that he had cut down the DemonBlade, a heavy silence settled over the audience chamber.

"If the DemonBlade had been in a normal condition, I wouldn’t have won. It was pure luck."

Just as he had told Trevin, Raon shook his head, clarifying that he hadn’t truly defeated a head of the Five Divine Orders at their full strength.

"Nonsense!"

Balder stomped the ground so hard that the entire audience chamber trembled.

"Nephew! A victory is a victory! Whether the DemonBlade’s essence, qi, and spirit were broken or he lost an arm, he was still the leader of the Black Snake Coalition, a man who once ruled over the continent! No one can defeat an opponent of that caliber through mere luck!"

He stepped closer and firmly grasped Raon's shoulder with his large hand.

"Have confidence. As of today, you are a swordsman who has taken down a head of the Five Divine Orders!"

Balder nodded, emphasizing that the result wouldn’t change no matter how it was viewed.

"The True Martial Palace master is right."

Glenn, now sitting on the ruined throne, also nodded.

"Even if he was weakened, the one you defeated was the DemonBlade, one of the heads of the Five Divine Orders. Be proud of it."

He pointed at the executives, whose faces still reflected disbelief.

"If anyone is dissatisfied with the fact that he defeated the weakened DemonBlade, then why don’t you try facing a head of the Five Divine Orders at full strength yourselves?"

"Huh? What do you mean…?"

Raon tilted his chin slightly as he looked up at Glenn.

"It’s not just the DemonBlade. There are also reports that other heads of the Five Divine Orders have made contact with the Five Demons. It seems that the Five Divine Orders themselves are becoming divided."

Glenn furrowed his brows, signaling that this was not a good situation.

"That’s why you’ve accomplished something truly significant. If the DemonBlade had adapted to that energy of death and sided with the Five Demons, there would have been a lot of damage."

He nodded, saying it was a remarkable achievement in many ways.

"Which heads of the Five Divine Orders have made contact with the Five Demons?"

Although Raon had a guess, he asked to confirm.

"The Thespian Emperor and the Demon Slaying Spear."

Glenn clicked his tongue, stating that envoys from the Five Demons had approached both of them.

"Just as I thought."

The Queen of Swords was someone who despised evil to the core. If the Five Demons had attempted to approach her, she would have cut them down on the spot, which likely meant they hadn’t even bothered trying.

"After coming into contact with the Five Demons, the Demon Slaying Spear disappeared, while the Thespian Emperor has yet to make a move."

Glenn bit his lip, concluding that the Demon Slaying Spear had almost certainly sided with the Five Demons.

"So, it’s come to this after all."

Raon let out a short sigh.

‘I had a feeling ever since the Thespian Emperor stopped replying.’

After hearing my warning, the Thespian Emperor provided information about the soulstone and seemed to be leaning toward the Five Demons, but in the end, she didn’t make a choice. Looking at the current situation, internal conflicts had likely continued within their side.

"Of course, nothing is certain yet, so let’s discuss this matter later."

Glenn shook his head, indicating that now was not the time to bring it up.

"Warring Steel division leader."

Resting his hand on the armrest of the crumpled throne, Glenn called for Trevin.

"Yes, head of house."

Trevin stepped forward and bowed.

"According to the Central Martial Palace master, the Warring Steel Division wants to come under the Light Wind if it gets promoted to Light Wind Palace. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is."

Trevin nodded without hesitation.

"At first, it was the Central Martial Palace master who suggested it, but now, we have made the decision of our own will to come under the Light Wind Palace."

Trevin emphasized that this decision was made purely by their own choice as he looked toward Glenn.

"Then it’s settled."

With a solemn gaze, Glenn rose from the throne.

"Not only for this mission, but also in recognition of the achievements the Light Wind Division has accumulated so far, I will hold a promotion ceremony in one week to elevate them to Light Wind Palace."

Standing at the edge of the platform, he formally declared that Raon would become the palace master and the Light Wind Division would be promoted to the Light Wind Palace.

"If any executive has an objection, raise your hand now."

Glenn swept his gaze across the executives below, but with Karoon and Denier absent, no one raised a hand.

"In fact, this promotion should have happened much sooner."

“Yes. If anything, it was late.”

"To think he’s becoming a palace master at that age… I still regret not picking him during the selection ceremony."

Balder, Serena, and Latain nodded as if the decision was only natural. The other executives also showed no objections, instead offering applause. It was a stark contrast to the past, when gaining achievements would only earn disapproving looks.

"Light Wind’s division leader and Warring Steel’s division leader, prepare accordingly."

"Yes."

"Understood!"

Raon and Trevin bowed in unison.

"Then, we’ll conclude here for today."

Glenn waved his hand, signaling them to disperse.

"Head of house."

Raon stepped forward again, calling out to Glenn.

"This man is the chief of Bodry village. They have lost their village and the plains, leaving them with nowhere to go. However, they are skilled in dairy farming. I believe assigning them the pastureland we recently acquired would be a good decision."

Lowering his head, he made his request.

"I am Chapran, the chief of Bodry village."

Unlike when he first met Glenn, Chapran now lowered his head with a composed gaze.

"As the Light Wind division leader said, we are confident in our skills in dairy farming. If given the opportunity, we would like to live and work for Zieghart."

He knelt down, formally asking to be accepted into Zieghart. At first, he had been intimidated by the towering presence of Glenn, but after realizing that he was a grandfather who cherished his grandson, he felt a little more at ease.

"So be it."

Glenn gazed into Chapran’s eyes for a moment before giving a slow nod.

"Do not concern yourself with taxes or external matters. Just focus on stabilizing the village."

He lowered his hand, adding that Zieghart would take care of the rest.

"Th-Thank you!"

Chapran slammed his forehead against the floor, vowing to repay this kindness for the rest of his life.

"…"

Glenn closed his eyes briefly, as if it were of no great concern, then reopened them and sat back down on his damaged throne.

"To think he broke the wall of the Five Divine Orders…."

"This is absolutely insane."

"Even if I tell people, I doubt they’d believe it."

"Of course. Even I can’t believe it, and I heard it straight from the Light Wind division leader."

The executives murmured among themselves in astonishment as they left the audience chamber.

"…"

After all the executives and swordsmen exited, Raon personally closed the doors and approached Glenn.

"Do you have something to say?"

Glenn tilted his chin with a gaze filled with anticipation.

Food!

Wrath leaped up and shouted for food.

Tell him to hold a banquet right now! Make an ice cream waterfall!

He smacked his lips as he listed the dishes he wanted.

‘Later.’

Raon pushed Wrath aside and shook his head.

‘There's something more important right now.’

He let out a short sigh and looked up at Glenn.

"There is one more thing I need to report."

“Ahem, speak.”

Glenn nodded as if willing to listen to anything.

"Before I killed the DemonBlade, he told me something."

"Something he told you before he died?"

"Yes. He proposed a deal to me, and that was…"

Raon explained that the DemonBlade knew the location of the Black Tower.

"Montiro…."

Glenn murmured the name Montiro and furrowed his brow.

"It was a confidential matter, so I couldn't speak about it where other executives were present."

"Yes, that was a good decision."

Glenn nodded as if he now understood why the report hadn't been made earlier.

“Montiro is on the outskirts of the south, but it’s a large city and a tourist destination. I can’t believe the Black Tower is there.”

“I thought the same, but the DemonBlade made a vow upon his soul. Even if the Black Tower isn’t in Montiro, there should at least be a clue leading to it.”

Raon clenched his fist, saying that at the very least, he wanted to gather information.

"Yes, we need to look into it."

"However, it is a dangerous matter that requires caution…"

“Don’t worry about that.”

Glenn twirled his finger and pointed to Roenn, who was standing below the platform.

"Hohoho, it's been a while since I’ve seen the ocean."

Roenn placed his hand on his chest as if asking them to trust him.

“That’s a choice with no room for objections.”

Raon let out a faint chuckle and shook his head.

‘Sir Roenn would handle this better than I would.’

Roenn was an assassin known by the alias Assassin King. Even in his previous life, Raon had never surpassed Roenn’s assassination skills. He was the most suited person for a covert investigation like this.

"Then, I leave it in your hands."

"Wait."

As Raon bowed his head and turned to leave the audience chamber, Glenn raised his hand.

"I have a question for you as well."

Glenn looked at Raon with a gaze as calm as still water.

"Why did you bring the people of Bodry village here? They wouldn’t have starved even if you hadn’t concerned yourself with them."

He tilted his chin slightly, as if asking why Raon had chosen to bring them to Zieghart rather than letting them settle elsewhere.

"Because I want Zieghart to grow stronger."

Raon placed his hand on the hilt of Heavenly Drive.

“In the end, it’s not just warriors but people themselves who become the true strength of a faction. If Zieghart is to grow stronger and stand higher, it will need more people. The people of Bodry village excel in dairy farming. Even if it incurs losses now, I believe they will become a great asset to us in the future.”

After explaining the reasoning behind his decision, Raon bowed his head.

"I see…"

Glenn's red eyes held a faint glimmer of satisfaction as the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

“I asked you this once before, but do you have any thoughts about becoming the head of house Zieghart?”

"The head of house…"

Raon brushed back the strands of hair falling over his forehead and smacked his lips briefly.

“To be honest, I didn’t really think about it before. But now… I suppose I’m starting to feel a little interested.”

“What’s the reason?”

“Because I want the people I care about—and the people I’ve brought here—to live happier lives.”

“I see. So that’s how you’ve grown….”

Glenn lowered his gaze for a moment, as if lost in thought, and let out a short sigh.

“You’ve done well. The reward for this mission will be sent separately, so wait for it.”

"Understood. Then, I’ll take my leave."

Raon bowed to Glenn and Roenn before leaving the audience chamber.

“A king… One who possesses both the qualities of a conqueror and a wise ruler.”

Glenn slowly lifted his eyelids and smiled.

"A power that can exert great influence in both times of chaos and times of peace."

He nodded as if looking forward to Raon’s future.

"I think so as well."

Roenn chuckled and nodded.

“I don’t know when he grew up this much.”

Roenn reminisced about Raon’s childhood, a gentle smile forming on his lips.

"For young master Raon’s sake, I must conduct a proper investigation."

He rolled his shoulders, saying it had been a while since he had stretched his body.

"Be careful. If Montiro itself is truly where the Black Tower is, you could be in danger as well."

Glenn narrowed his gaze and warned him to proceed with caution.

"Of course. My safety will be the top priority."

Roenn nodded and was about to exit the audience chamber when—

"Wait a moment."

Glenn raised his hand, stopping him.

"Montiro is in the south, isn’t it?"

"Yes, that’s correct."

"Since you’ll be going in disguise anyway, on your way there…"

Glenn swallowed dryly and lowered his voice.

"Could you spread the rumor about Raon defeating the DemonBlade?"

"Huh… hahahaha!"

Roenn didn’t let out his usual chuckle. Instead, he burst into a laugh filled with genuine amusement and nodded.

"Of course. I’ll make sure the news spreads far and wide."

He waved his hand reassuringly and left the audience chamber.

"…"

Glenn slowly rose to his feet and looked out the window. His fingers trembled slightly as he watched the green leaves rustle in the wind.

"Rimmer… It seems you had a better eye than I did."

He smiled faintly, recalling how Rimmer had come to the audience chamber and persistently demanded that Glenn hand over the position of head of house to Raon

*   *   *

"Haa…"

Trevin let out a long breath as he lowered his sword.

"The Light Wind Division’s training is certainly different. I can see how they’ve grown so quickly."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, admitting that even as a Grandmaster, the training had exhausted him.

"I agree."

"It’s much tougher than our own training…"

"To think they’ve been doing this every day…"

The Warring Steel Division swordsmen, who had trained alongside the Light Wind Division from dawn until evening, raised their thumbs in admiration.

"It’s already mealtime. I can finally rest for a bit."

Trevin glanced up at the darkening sky and sheathed his sword. Just then, Raon stepped down from the platform.

“Follow me. I’ll take you to a place where you can eat.”

Raon gestured for everyone to follow him and left the fifth training ground. However, instead of leading them to the restaurant, he took them to the North Grave Mountain.

“This is the North Grave mountain. Why here…?”

Trevin tilted his head, puzzled by Raon’s intentions.

"After returning from a mission and finishing their rest, the Light Wind Division undergoes field training in the North Grave mountain. Now that the Warring Steel Division is joining us, I’d like for you all to train with us as well."

Raon smiled warmly as he suggested they participate in the field training.

“What kind of training?”

“You just have to stay on that mountain until dawn tomorrow.”

“Stay? That’s it?”

"Yes. That’s all."

As Raon said it was all, he handed each of the Warring Steel and Light Wind swordsmen a piece of Nadine bread.

“That sounds simple enough.”

“Right? We even have food. We just eat and pass the time.”

“This looks fun. Maybe we can just sit around chatting.”

The Warring Steel swordsmen nodded, thinking this is an easy training field.

“Ugh…”

“O-oh no, here we go again…”

On the other hand, the Light Wind swordsmen turned pale, as if they had stuck their heads into a tiger’s mouth.

"Then, let’s begin."

As soon as Raon clapped his hands, the Light Wind swordsmen bolted up the mountain like madmen.

"They seem used to climbing. Good. Let’s go too."

Trevin gave the order to the Warring Steel swordsmen, and they followed the Light Wind swordsmen up the mountain.

"The Light Wind Division’s training is different in many ways. Now I understand why they are so strong in actual combat."

He was discussing this with some of the Warring Steel swordsmen while making his way toward the mountain’s peak when—

"Kiaaaahhh!"

"Aaaahhhhhh!"

Bloodcurdling screams, as if someone was dying, erupted from the middle of the mountain.

"W-what the hell!"

Trevin flinched in shock and quickly turned around.

"Screams…?"

“C-Could this be an enemy ambush?”

“That sounded like something you hear right before someone dies…”

The Warring Steel swordsmen trembled, their lips quivering in unease.

"Hehehe… It’s coming…."

At that moment, Dorian, who had been hiding behind a rock, let out a creepy chuckle and shook his head.

“What do you mean, ‘It’s coming’? What’s coming?”

Trevin stepped toward Dorian and grabbed his shoulder.

“What else? That filthy demon bastard is coming….”

Dorian lifted his slightly unfocused eyes.

“Welcome… to hell.”

The moment he uttered the word hell, red eyes flashed between Trevin and the Warring Steel swordsmen.

Thwack!

 

 

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