The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 883

 Chapter 883

 

"There must be some old, advanced swordsmanship manuals in the Wise Martial Palace as well."

Martha nodded, saying she would return to Wise Martial Palace and look for martial arts books as well.

“Yeah. Me too…”

Runaan blinked, saying she would bring swordsmanship manuals from House Sullian.

Swordsmanship manuals are worthless, not even as firewood! Just bring me the tastiest food from your families!

Wrath shook his head up and down in frustration, as if he were about to go mad.

“Uh, is he… dancing?”

Burren widened his eyes as he watched Wrath flail around.

“Is he that happy?”

He chuckled, saying he would gather all the swordsmanship manuals he could get his hands on.

You shitty eyes fool! Have you lost your sight? How does this look like dancing?!

Wrath let out a furious shout, frustrated that they didn’t understand him.

He’s going to lose his mind! How is he supposed to deal with the greatest con artist in the dimension when everyone else is so naive?!

Wrath pounded his chest, frustrated by the sheer number of idiots around him.

‘Calm down. I only told them to bring the swordsmanship manuals for your sake.’

Raon lightly tapped Wrath’s shoulder, which had turned red with anger.

What nonsense! You just wanted to profit from this!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, telling him to stop spouting lies.

‘Think about it. They were so nervous after hearing that you’re a demon king, their hands were trembling. But then…."’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked down at Wrath.

‘If the mighty demon king’s first words are, ‘bow before me and offer food!’ your dignity would take a huge hit. I was actually helping you maintain your image as the monarch of Wrath.’

He tilted his chin, telling him to think carefully.

W-Well... he supposes that makes some sense?

‘Of course it does! Imagine if a human king met with another ruler for an important negotiation and the first thing he said was, ‘I love food! Bring me all the food from your entire kingdom!’ What do you think would happen?’

Uh… It would taste good?

‘No! It would be embarrassing! He’d be seen as a glutton who doesn’t know the right time or place!’

Raon insisted that he had actually helped Wrath maintain his dignity as a demon king.

‘Besides, you don’t even need food from them. I already promised that when we get back, you can eat whatever you want for a whole week. Ah, you know what? I’ll make it ten days instead.’

Raon spread out all ten fingers in front of Wrath’s eyes.

T-Ten days? Ahem! If you put it that way, then he has no choice but to believe you. Hehehe.

The moment Wrath heard he could eat whatever he wanted for ten whole days, his anger vanished, and he grinned as if he had never been upset in the first place.

‘Too easy.’

Huh? What did you say?

‘Nothing.’

Raon waved his hand with a smile.

“But to think that not just any demon but a demon king saved and helped us…”

Martha lowered her chin slightly as she gazed at Raon.

"I feel like the idea that all demons are inherently evil is starting to break apart."

She let out a short sigh, saying the world was truly complicated.

"Celestials were the evil ones…."

Runaan pursed her lips, recalling the archangel Uriel that Derus had summoned.

“The demon king. No, that Demon King, did he help us in other ways too?”

Burren leaned forward, curiosity filling his eyes.

"The biggest one was definitely the fight against the Demonic Monarch of Azure Flame, but there were plenty more."

Raon took a sip of his now-cold tea before briefly explaining the past events.

“A duel between demon kings in the Holy Kingdom of Schper… that’s unbelievable.”

Burren’s mouth fell open, speechless at the absurdity.

“Demon kings fight in a Holy Kingdom, huh? That’d make a wild stage play—though the author would get cursed out nonstop.”

Martha, imagining it, let out a laugh as though she found it entertaining.

"So, he’s been with you this whole time…."

Runaan bowed his head slightly and said thanks.

“What kind of stuff do they have in the demon king’s castle? I bet it’s overflowing with rare supplies. There must be a ton of supplies worth taking.”

His words suggested that he was already plotting a way to loot it, just like he had done with the Sephia Company.

“The things that made no sense before finally fall into place now.”

Sheryl nodded calmly, as if many puzzles had been solved in an instant.

“Raon. What is the name of the demon king who is with you?”

She steadied her breathing as she looked at Raon.

“The monarch of Wrath, Wrath.”

“Is he with you right now?”

“Yes, he’s sitting on my shoulder.”

“I see.”

The moment Sheryl heard that, she stood up from her chair and took a step forward.

“Sheryl, the Heavenly Blade division leader of Zieghart, offers her greetings to the monarch of Wrath.”

She unsheathed her twin swords and performed Zieghart’s sword salute.

“Thank you for helping Raon and the Light Wind all this time.”

Sheryl expressed her gratitude, enveloping herself in a noble energy wave, as if revealing her sincerity.

“Lady Sheryl?”

“That lazy elf should be the one doing this, but since he isn’t here, I’ll do it in his place.”

She shook her head, saying she was expressing her thanks in Rimmer’s stead for saving his disciples.

"We’ll join you."

Burren stood up and moved behind Sheryl.

“That’s the right thing to do. Even if it’s a bit late.”

Martha nodded and drew her sword.

"Yeah… without a doubt."

Runaan opened her eyes slightly and flipped her sword, holding it in reverse grip.

"It’s the duty of both a merchant and a swordsman to express gratitude properly."

Dorian lightly tapped the Zieghart emblem on his chest and smiled.

"Thank you for everything you’ve done for us!"

Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian all stood behind Sheryl, offering their sword salute to Wrath.

Uh…

Wrath’s lips trembled in disbelief. He had never expected to receive a gesture of gratitude like this.

B-But the King of Essence is a demon. Is it really okay for them to give him such a salute? What if someone else finds out…?

‘They won’t care.’

What?

'What matters isn't one's race, but the person themselves. Everyone here understands that.'

Ah….

'So don’t be so flustered.'

Raon smiled and gave Wrath a gentle push forward.

'They’ve grown this much thanks to you too, you know.'

He nodded, signaling Wrath to accept their gratitude.

…….

Even though Wrath always declared the Light Wind swordsmen as his subordinates, he still seemed to worry about the relationship between demons and humans.

At the same time, he seemed deeply moved by the gratitude of those he had helped without expecting anything in return.

Ahem!

Wrath let out a forced cough and quickly turned his head away.

A king helping his subordinates is only natural! It was nothing special, so there's no need for such praise!

He waved his hand dismissively, acting nonchalant.

However, his flushed cheeks and the slight quiver in his voice showed that he was genuinely touched.

The thanks are done, so bring me some bead ice cream!

Sniffling, Wrath gestured for someone to fetch him bead ice cream.

“What did he say?”

Burren tilted his head, puzzled by Wrath’s motion.

“He said it was nothing special, so there’s no need to praise him.”

This time, Raon relayed Wrath’s words without altering them.

“As expected of a demon king! He’s got a big heart!”

Martha grinned broadly, clearly impressed.

“What does he look like? I’d like to see him at least once.”

“Me too…”

Runaan also nodded, expressing her desire to see Wrath.

“He doesn’t feel like a demon king at all. When Raon said he was a pet spirit, I didn’t question it. This might sound strange, but he looks really… cute.”

Burren chuckled, saying that Wrath looked like a cute puff of blue clouds.

C-Cute clouds?! Has your sight already failed you?! This body is the monarch of Wrath! There is no connection between me and the word cute whatsoever!

But the way he wagged his tail in protest only made him look even more cute like a small, adorable animal, like a rabbit or a squirrel.

“I keep thinking about the demon king’s castle…”

Dorian grinned, drooling slightly.

“What kind of treasures could be inside? Where are they kept? How much could I take…?”

His eyes gleamed, as if he was seriously planning to ransack the place.

T-That guy is a real problem!

Wrath trembled, feeling a deep sense of crisis.

The King of Essence must issue a royal decree banning him from his castle! He must never be allowed inside!

He clenched his teeth, deciding to add Dorian to the list of those forbidden from entry, right alongside Lust and one other person.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

Raon raised a finger.

“He says… bring him bead ice cream.”

…What?

Wrath snapped his head around in shock.

What’s gotten into you now?

He turned, genuinely flustered, his eyes glistening with emotion.

‘I just didn’t want to ruin the mood.’

Wanting to see more of Wrath’s emotional reaction, Raon relayed everything exactly as it was.

“Hah, joking around at a time like this? Are you copying Rimmer or something?”

Burren clicked his tongue and told Raon not to fool around.

“That was horribly unfunny.”

Martha waved her hand, telling him to shut up if he was just going to spout nonsense.

“Oh, come on! Why would a demon king eat ice cream? Even I won’t fall for a lie like that!”

Dorian snorted, saying it was beneath the dignity of the demon king.

“Raon, you don’t have to make things up. If you want ice cream, I can buy it for you.”

Sheryl sheathed her twin swords, telling him to just ask if he was craving ice cream.

H-Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly, dumbfounded.

It’s true! Why didn't they believe it?! The King of Essence said it himself!

Wrath shook his head, unable to comprehend their disbelief.

‘I told you. If you were the monarch of Gluttony, maybe. But who would believe that the monarch of Wrath asks for food and loves ice cream?’

Raon dropped his hand, saying that breaking this stereotype would be harder than convincing people that celestials were evil.

I-It’s true! The King of Essence loves bead ice cream!

Wrath trembled, shouting his love for ice cream.

Realizing that his greatest wish wouldn’t come true, he clutched his head and let out a frustrated scream.

Ungrateful fools! From now on, he will never help—

“Let’s go.”

Just as Wrath was gritting his teeth and vowing never to help them again, Runaan nodded.

“I’ll buy them all for you.”

She puffed out a breath, promising to buy Wrath every single flavor of bead ice cream.

O-Oh , i-ice cream girl!

Wrath sniffled as he looked at Runaan.

As expected, the only one who understands the King of Essence is the ice cream girl!

He clenched his fist, vowing to always take care of Runaan, even in death.

“Runaan, don’t fall for it.”

Burren shook his head.

“It’s all just Raon’s prank. The demon king is angry right now.”

He frowned, saying that Wrath was clenching his fists.

You damn shitty eyes! He can’t take this anymore! Give me my eye back!

Wrath lunged at Burren, determined to take back the eye he had given him.

“Oh! You must really like me!”

Burren flashed a bright smile, seemingly interpreting Wrath’s enraged charge as a gesture of gratitude.

Like you? As if! You idiots are driving me insane!

Wrath grabbed his head, shaking it in frustration.

‘This is fun.’

Raon, the mastermind behind this entire situation, watched Wrath’s outburst with an amused glint in his eyes.

‘Maybe I should do it again later.’

*   *   *

The Next Morning

Raon led Borgos and the blacksmiths, who had been treated for their injuries, to the front gate of the Sephia Company.

It seemed Adis already knew they would leave in the morning, as he was waiting for them.

“You’re leaving already?”

Adis clicked his tongue, saying it felt too soon. He seemed disappointed that he couldn’t spend more time with Dorian.

“Yes.”

Raon adjusted his collar before nodding politely.

“We don’t know when the Black Tower will come after us. Leaving quickly is the safest option for everyone.”

The Black Tower had been targeting both the Balrog and the Gray Hammer Guild. Staying here wouldn’t just endanger them, it could bring harm to the Sephia Company as well. Returning swiftly was the best course of action.

“Thank you for everything.”

Raon bowed deeply, expressing gratitude for all the help they had received.

“No, I should be the one thanking you. You saved an old friend.”

Adis returned the bow, expressing his gratitude for rescuing Borgos and the Gray Hammer Guild’s blacksmiths.

“Adis…”

Borgos bit his lip, moved by Adis’ sincerity.

“It’s a shame to see you go, but it can’t be helped. Travel safely.”

Adis offered not a merchant’s farewell, but a parting greeting as a friend, his smile warm and sincere.

“Hmph, if the heat of Zieghart doesn’t suit me, I’ll be back right away, so be ready.”

Borgos snorted, wrinkling his nose.

“Of course. I’ll have plenty of the beer you like waiting for you.”

Adis smiled, assuring him there would always be a place for him here.

“Well then, I’ll be off. No need to drag out a farewell.”

Borgos turned around, but despite his words, his steps were slow, as if he didn’t really want to leave.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

“Until next time, president of Sephia Company.”

After bowing to Adis, he followed Borgos.

“Meeting you president made me realize what a true merchant is. I learned that people come before money.”

Burren placed a hand over his chest, his tone sincere as he gave a respectful farewell.

“See you, Dorian’s dad.”

“Goodbye….”

Unlike Burren, Martha and Runaan offered casual farewells before turning away.

“Hey! Show some respect when speaking to adults!”

Burren’s face turned red as he chased after them, scolding them for their casual speech.

“Father.”

Dorian glanced back, then walked up to Adis.

“Dorian.”

Adis gave his son a short nod.

“Are you enjoying your time in Zieghart?”

“It’s a little scary, but more than that, it’s exciting, and there’s so much to learn.”

Dorian straightened his back, no longer the child who had once run away in fear of his father.

“I see.”

Adis nodded, warmth filling his calm gaze.

“I have many responsibilities as the president of this company.”

“Huh? Why are you saying this all of a sudden…?”

“It means you still have a long way to go before inheriting the company. Until your formal training begins, experience more of the world.”

A confident smile spread across his face as he reassured Dorian that he would hold onto his position as the president of the company until that journey was complete.

“Oh….”

Dorian stared at Adis’ warm gaze, then drew his sword and pointed it downward.

With the silver blade pressed to the ground, he performed Zieghart’s sword salute.

“I’ll make sure not to disappoint your expectations. Next time, I’ll return even stronger!”

“Good. I’ll be looking forward to it.”

A faint smile graced Adis’s lips as he nodded.

“Yes! Then, I’m off!”

Dorian, as if he had never been serious a moment ago, broke into a goofy grin and trotted after Raon.

He kept turning back and waving, just like when he was a child learning to walk, following his father.

“He’s already grown so much….”

Adis’ expression softened as he watched Dorian’s back, which had grown broader than his own.

“Children really do grow up fast.”

“Indeed. It feels like just yesterday that young master Dorian was learning to walk.”

The butler, Ligwin, nodded in agreement.

“U-Um, president.”

As they were reminiscing, the warehouse manager hurried over.

“If it’s not urgent, can it wait? I’m in a good mood right now.”

Adis waved him off, his eyes still on Dorian and Raon.

“I-It’s very urgent!”

The warehouse manager took another step forward, his face pale.

“…Fine. Speak.”

Adis reluctantly nodded.

“Y-Y-Young master Dorian has taken the company’s goods!”

“Huh? Well, I knew he was taking a few things. We’ve got plenty in stock, so—”

“No, Sir! While you and Sir Borgos were focused on the Gray Hammer Guild’s blacksmiths, he cleared out everything in the warehouse early this morning!”

The warehouse manager handed over a hastily written report, his voice shaking.

“A-At this rate, we can’t even run this month’s business! The losses are astronomical!”

His breath hitched as he reported that nothing was left.

“…Catch that bastard.”

Adis raised a trembling finger, pointing at Dorian.

“Catch that damned thief right now!”

 

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