The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 943

 Chapter 943

 

‘<Greed>?’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the message.

‘My body already adapted to the authority this quickly?’

Normally, Demon Kings' authorities required significant time to adapt unless something extraordinary occurred. However, the <Greed> he'd received from Greed had already synchronized with his body, despite not having it long.

Why do you think, huh!

Wrath scowled, glaring at the message.

It's obviously because you're as greedy as that damn miser! The two of you are practically twins when it comes to greed, you pig!

He snorted, wondering why Raon was asking something so obvious.

‘Me?’

Raon let out a dry chuckle as he looked at Wrath.

'I'm quite generous, actually. If people truly knew my heart, they'd probably call me a saint.'

What a great harvest of bullshit we're having today!

Wrath's blue eyes flared with anger.

You bastard, you've stripped the King of Essence of every bit of his bone and flesh, and now you dare call yourself a saint? You're nothing but an unscrupulous thug!

Wrath screamed furiously, adamantly rejecting the idea of Raon being called a saint.

‘Anyway, this isn’t because I’m greedy…’

Raon shook his head again as he looked back at the message.

'It's likely due to the experiences I've gained so far and my new trait.'

During the fight with the Black Tower's master, he'd used multiple authorities, and since he'd also acquired the trait <Authority Control> it seemed that his body had adapted to the Demon Kings' powers.

‘So, what's it going to be this time?’

Just as Raon raised his finger to check the next message, someone grabbed his shoulder.

“Palace master? Sir Raon? Young master?”

It was Dorian. With his eyes rolled halfway back, he called out to Raon using three different titles, as if unsure which would get his attention first.

“Aren’t you going in? I—I really can’t wait any longer…”

He trembled like a puppy desperate to relieve itself. Obsessed as he was with supplies, Dorian appeared to have already lost his mind from the mere thought of entering Zieghart’s treasury.

“That’s right! Let’s hurry inside before the Central Martial Palace takes all the good stuff!”

Martha stomped her foot, urging them to hurry inside.

“Hmm, even I’m finding it hard to wait this time…”

Burren swallowed nervously, clearly full of anticipation.

“The rakshasa woman has no patience, as usual…”

Runaan dismissively waved her hand, speaking casually as if Martha’s impatience was to be expected.

“I told you not to call me rakshasa woman, you damn ice block!”

Martha ground her teeth fiercely and rushed toward Runaan.

“I’m actually a fairy now. Call me Full Moon Fairy.”

Runaan placed her hand casually on her waist, calmly demanding to be addressed by the pretty nickname.

“Damn it…”

Martha stopped mid-stride and gritted her teeth so hard it sounded like cracking stone. She looked genuinely upset that she was still being called the rakshasa woman while Runaan got to be a fairy.

“Um, can we please enter now? He might actually die at this rate…”

Krein, sweating nervously, pointed to Dorian, who had begun frothing at the mouth.

“Treasury! Treasury! Treasuryyyyyy!”

Already driven insane by anticipation, Dorian frantically waved his arms up and down, repeatedly shouting “treasury!”

“Sigh…”

Raon let out a faint laugh as he watched Dorian being overtaken by madness.

Burren, Martha, Runaan, and even the other Light Wind swordsmen were all visibly overflowing with anticipation, making it clear to Raon that delaying any longer would only drive them crazier.

“Let’s go in.”

Raon beckoned to the Light Wind swordsmen and stepped through the shimmering golden dimensional gate.

Whoooosh!

A warm energy swept across his entire body, giving the sensation of stepping into a summer ocean.

As his feet touched solid ground and he lifted his eyelids, a space wider than Zieghart’s great training ground appeared before his eyes.

Hummmm…

On the right, inside glass cabinets, unknown elixirs shimmered with vibrant vitality as though they were alive. On the left, high-quality weapons and equipment crafted by renowned blacksmiths were neatly lined up atop luxurious wooden racks.

Further back stood display shelves filled with various artifacts, each radiating a dazzling brilliance as if eagerly awaiting their new owners.

At the farthest end of the golden treasury was the familiar circular bookshelf towering high enough to seemingly reach the sky, the same shelf that had once granted him the manual for Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.

“Ha!”

At the sight of the thousand years of Zieghart’s history piled up before him, an involuntary exclamation slipped from Raon’s lips.

‘It’s just like before. No—maybe there’s even more now.’

Even though this wasn’t his first time entering the treasury, he couldn’t close his mouth in awe.

“Just as incredible as ever…”

Burren let out a chuckle as he gazed at the vast treasury that couldn’t be taken in at a glance.

“This is insane. Can we really take something from here?”

Martha clicked her tongue slowly, clearly conflicted about what she should choose.

“I want that one…”

Runaan had already made up her mind and walked forward without hesitation.

“No matter how many times I see this place, it always amazes me.”

Trevin shook his head slightly, speaking in a tone suggesting familiarity, as though he'd visited the treasury before.

“Whoaahhh!”

“I’m speechless…”

“There’s so much stuff here, I don’t even know what to pick…”

“F-for now, maybe we should just look around?”

The Light Wind Palace swordsmen scattered around, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the treasury, their shoulders shrinking as if intimidated.

“Kyaaaaaaaaah!”

As soon as Dorian stepped inside the treasury, he immediately grabbed both his cheeks and screamed hysterically.

“I can die without regrets now! My lifelong dream has come true!”

He dramatically dropped to his knees, begging someone to just kill him.

“It’s too wonderful…”

“Just shut up already!”

Krein, unable to stand it any longer, shoved his glove into Dorian’s mouth. If he hadn’t, his eardrums might have burst from the noise.

“….”

Raon quickly glanced away, concerned that Karoon might lose his temper at the chaotic scene. Karoon, however, quietly observed the treasures without choosing anything, viewing them with the calm detachment of someone appreciating artwork.

“Quiet down.”

Raon flicked Dorian’s forehead, carefully checking Karoon's reaction. Then, stepping slightly forward, he touched the <Greed> message still floating before his eyes.

<Greed>

Whenever you receive something you desire from someone else, all your stats and authorities will increase. The higher the value of the received item, the greater the increase.

‘This is pretty good.’

Getting stronger every time he received something he wanted from someone else, it was a trait that suited him perfectly.

‘And it unlocked at exactly the right moment.’

He felt lucky that <Greed> had been unlocked just before he got to choose treasures from Zieghart’s treasury.

Everything in this place was highly valuable, so he could expect significant boosts to his stats and authorities.

‘Is it actually watching me?’

It definitely is watching you!

Wrath ground his teeth, pressing his head against Raon’s cheek in irritation.

This damned system watches only you, constantly scheming ways to torment the King of Essence!

He swung his fist in the air furiously, convinced of his theory.

‘Then I suppose I should thank it.’

Raon nodded toward the empty air, then moved toward the glass cabinets containing elixirs.

“What should I take to keep up with those guys?”

Burren leaned close to the glass, taking a deep breath as he prepared to choose an elixir.

“Hm…”

Raon stood beside Burren, carefully examining the elixirs infused with the energy of nature.

“Planning to choose an elixir?”

Glenn approached from the side, slightly tilting his chin.

“At your current level, elixirs probably won't benefit you very much. Perhaps you should choose something else.”

Glenn lowered his brow slightly, suggesting Raon might want to choose something else instead.

“I’m not planning to use it for myself. I intend to use it for Olga’s treatment. Reconstructing her body will probably require two highest-level elixirs.”

“…Ah, I see.”

Glenn nodded slowly, finally understanding Raon’s intent.

“Then just take them.”

He opened the cabinet himself, offering the elixirs for Olga without asking anything in return.

“A-are you sure?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he stared at Glenn in surprise.

“Didn’t you say it yourself? If the Saintess hadn’t brought the Holy Kingdom of Schper with her, we might not have won this war. Compared to that, giving away a couple of highest-level elixirs is practically nothing.”

Glenn reached inside and personally handed Raon two elixirs.

“This is the White Dew Pill, made by refining a hundred rare herbs, and the Spirit Beast Pill, brewed from the inner cores of spiritual beasts.”

He smiled faintly, assuring Raon that these two elixirs would surely be enough to reconstruct Olga’s body.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head and accepted the two elixirs from Glenn.

[The trait <Greed> has been activated.]

[All stats have increased by 3 points.]

[The stat of the trait <Greed> has increased.]

Along with the message confirming the activation of <Greed>, Raon clearly felt the authority of <Greed> sleeping within his soul growing stronger.

W-what…?

Wrath’s jaw dropped in utter disbelief.

You got those completely for free! Why would <Greed> activate from something like that?!

‘That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I received something I desired from someone else.’

Even though the elixirs were meant for Olga, they were still things he personally wanted, so it was only natural that <Greed> would activate.

Damn it all!

Wrath grabbed his blue hair in frustration, grumbling that it was starting all over again.

‘Alright, next…’

After grabbing one more elixir for emergencies, Raon headed over to the artifacts.

“Hm~ Hmm~ Hmm~…”

Martha was quietly humming to herself as she tried on various beautiful artifacts, slipping rings and bracelets onto her fingers and arms, a surprisingly delicate sight, quite contrary to her nickname the rakshasa woman. Raon knew she'd throw a fit if she caught him watching, so he silently slipped away to another area.

‘I should go somewhere else—huh?’

Just as he was about to head to the equipment section, something in the corner caught his eye, a ring and a necklace.

Gooooooo.

From the topaz-embedded ring, he felt a heavy, earth energy, while from the necklace crafted from emeralds, a cool yet sharp wind gently emanated.

‘Are they a matching set?’

Though the energies contained in the two artifacts differed, their essence felt similar, as if they’d been intentionally crafted as a pair from the very beginning.

‘Not bad at all.’

Now that he'd grown strong enough to utilize even wind and earth energies as weapons, these artifacts seemed like a good choice to further amplify their power.

Raon took the ring and necklace, then headed toward the equipment area.

“Hmmm…”

Runaan stood blinking, holding a white hairpin that could be used as a dagger.

‘That’s no ordinary item.’

A strange, intense cold and killing intent radiated from the small hairpin. It seemed to possess ghastly energy, much like the Blade of Requiem.

‘I’m sure she’ll handle it well.’

Runaan was already a Grandmaster. Trusting her mental strength and judgment, Raon stepped back without interference.

‘Black Gloves?’

As Raon turned to his right, he stopped abruptly at the sight of a pair of black gloves.

‘Gloves that absolutely cannot be torn?’

The label said the gloves had been crafted by a master artisan 500 years ago, using a dragon’s teeth and scales, making them completely impervious to tearing.

‘These might be perfect.’

He didn’t need a new weapon.

With Heavenly Drive, the Blade of Requiem, and Wooden Ring Sword already at his side, not to mention the Heaven Slaying Dagger and the Black Dragon Coat. Additional weapons held no meaning for him.

But these gloves would be perfect for protecting his hands while gripping his sword.

‘Then finally, I’ll pick a martial arts manual…’

Raon walked toward the martial arts section, where most people had gathered.

“Kyaaahhh!”

Dorian hadn't chosen anything yet, instead, he was spinning around and around the bookshelf, looking completely insane, something Raon hadn't witnessed from him in quite a long time.

Whooom!

The swordsmen ignored Dorian completely and placed their hands on the center of the bookshelf, each receiving the martial arts manual most suited to them.

“Heooh!”

Mark Gorton, having seemingly obtained the manual he’d been hoping for, trembled in place, his expression a mixture of happiness and disbelief.

‘Looks like he got something good.’

Raon chuckled and placed his hand on the center of the bookshelf.

Wuuuuung!

The circular bookshelf began rotating clockwise, releasing a deep light, and a single book from the very top slowly descended, fluttering down like the wings of a baby bird.

Fwoosh.

Raon reached out and caught the book.

‘Silent Name Sword?’

The title read Silent Name Sword, and even just flipping the cover told him this was a top-tier sword technique.

'This swordsmanship must contain something I need.'

This bookshelf didn’t simply hand out martial arts at random. It bestowed the manual that each swordsman needed most the moment they placed their hand on it.

Which meant this Silent Name Sword must possess something beyond just strength, something essential for him.

‘Getting a great sword technique is good and all…’

Raon clicked his tongue softly as he held the book in his hand.

‘But I want more.’

He had already picked two artifacts, an emergency elixir, the black gloves, and the Silent Name Sword. Still, the desire for more lingered in him.

“You’ve picked everything?”

Glenn approached him and glanced at the five items in his hands.

“Yes. I’m a little disappointed, but I’ve made my choices.”

Raon smiled and gave a small nod.

“And yet, you still want more even after picking five?”

Glenn chuckled softly, amused.

“That’s not it.”

Raon calmly shook his head.

“I was hoping I might get my hands on your martial arts, but it didn’t come out. That’s what leaves me a bit disappointed.”

Lowering his head deeply, he recalled the moment in Montiro when Glenn had embraced him.

“Hmph!”

Glenn inhaled sharply, his fingertips trembling.

“A-are you serious? That Silent Name Sword belonged to the fifth-generation head of house, you know?”

“I’m aware of how incredible it is, but for me, your swordsmanship is still the best, head of house.”

Raon nodded, saying that he was using the Supreme Harmony Steps, the Azure Sky Sword, and the Heavenly Lightning Cultivation all proficiently. Then, he lifted his gaze slightly, deliberately adding a hint of pitifulness to his expression.

[Ahem! Then… I suppose I’ll have to pay you a visit myself.]

Glenn sent the aura message so no one else could hear, then hurriedly left. His earlobes and cheeks were flushed red, as if flustered.

‘It worked.’

Raon licked his lips as he watched Glenn’s shoulders tremble faintly.

‘I threw it out there on a whim, but I didn’t expect it to go this well.’

Back in Montiro, Glenn had openly shown Raon genuine affection. Betting on that, Raon had sent a hint asking to be taught, and it seemed to have hit the mark perfectly.

‘If I can learn grandfather’s swordsmanship, that’s as good as gaining more <Greed>.'

Since <Greed> activates when he acquires something of great value, receiving Glenn’s teachings was sure to significantly boost his stats.

Krrrrghhh…

Wrath clenched his teeth as he glared at Raon.

No matter how he looks at it, you're the one who should be called Greed, not Greed! You pig, bloated with greed!

‘Sure. Then you’re Gluttony.’

Raon waved dismissively, ignoring Wrath’s outburst.

[The trait <Greed> has been activated.]

[All stats have increased by 10 points.]

[The stat of the trait <Greed> has increased.]

It felt as though all the items he had picked out since the elixirs were tallied at once, his stats jumped by ten points, and he could feel the <Greed> buried in his soul growing even stronger.

You see?!

Wrath shouted at the new message that had appeared.

Even Greed wasn’t this bad! You conscience‑less human with fur growing on your heart!!

*   *   *

After picking out all his treasures, Raon left the lord’s manor. Just as he was about to head back to the annex building, he spotted Olga leaning against a wall, standing as if to block his way.

“What are you doing here?”

He had assigned someone to guide Olga to the annex building, so he didn’t understand why she was still waiting here.

“I was waiting for you.”

“Huh?”

“There are too many people I don’t know...”

Olga glanced down shyly. It was strange seeing someone who hurled curses at strangers and puffed cigarettes like a delinquent acting bashful in a place like this.

“All right, let’s go together.”

Raon offered to show her the way himself and motioned for her to follow.

“Um...”

Olga bit her lip nervously and followed close behind.

“What did you pick out from the treasury?”

She tilted her chin slightly, looking mildly curious.

“A martial arts manual, some artifacts, a pair of gloves, and elixirs.”

“A martial arts manual?”

Olga shook her head.

“You're already so strong. Do you still need more?”

“Of course.”

Raon nodded without hesitation.

“There’s no end to the path of the sword. The head of house himself is constantly refining his swordsmanship.”

If Glenn continued walking the sword’s path without rest, there was no way Raon could afford to be satisfied already. Whether it was the Silent Name Sword or something else, he had to keep training and improving.

“No end, huh…”

Olga lowered her gaze, her voice tinged with quiet emptiness. It felt like... she still didn’t believe she had much time left to live.

Raon didn’t say anything, giving her time in silence.

As they crossed the annex building garden, the savory aroma of various dishes wafted from the dining room and tickled their noses.

Kyaaaaaa!

Even without seeing the food, Wrath let out a moan of pure delight.

Bone broth soup, pineapple pizza, lamb chops, steamed lobster, whole roast pork Looks like they’ve got everything!

He figured out the entire menu just from the smell and stretched his lips into a wide grin. It was ironic that this Demon King of gluttony was calling Raon Greed.

“Come in.”

As Raon opened the front door, Sylvia and Sia burst out as if they’d been waiting for him.

“Raon, you’ve been through so much…”

Sylvia hugged him tightly, grateful that he had come back safe and sound after everything he’d been through.

“Good job!”

Sia followed suit, hugging him alongside Sylvia.

“Thank you. Also, we have a guest.”

Raon patted their backs and pointed to Olga, who was standing a few steps behind.

“Oh, you must be the Saintess! We’ve heard so much about you!”

Sylvia bowed, warmly welcoming Olga.

“Sister, you look so cool!”

Sia’s eyes sparkled as she stared at the tattoos etched into Olga’s body, saying they looked awesome.

“…I’m Olga.”

Perhaps because they were Raon’s family, Olga gave a polite bow, something quite unlike her usual self.

“You have a beautiful face, but it’s all worn out with exhaustion.”

With a clap, Sylvia summoned the maids from the hallway, who promptly gathered around Olga.

“We’ll take you in.”

“W-Wait, hold on a second—!”

Before she could resist, Olga was whisked away toward the bath by the maids.

“Scrub yourself good. You’ll regret it tomorrow if you don’t.”

Raon laughed, watching Olga stretch her hand out for help.

“W-What’s that supposed to mean?”

She blinked, clearly not getting it.

“We’re starting your treatment tomorrow.”

Raon gave a sly smile as he shook the elixirs from Zieghart’s treasury in front of her.

“You probably stink pretty bad, so scrub yourself clean. Every inch.”

“Ugh…”

Only then did Olga seem to get it, her face reddening in embarrassment.

“Raon!”

Sylvia couldn’t take it anymore and smacked Raon on the back.

“You really don’t hold back, even with the Saintess!”

“I-I was just giving her honest advice…”

“Who gives advice like that? Try again—properly!”

She frowned at him, urging him to restate it.

“P-Please wash up… You’ll need to be clean for the treatment tomorrow.”

Raon bowed his head, unable to meet Olga’s eyes.

“Hah!”

Olga let out a dry breath as she looked at him.

“So even you go quiet in front of your mother, huh? I thought you’d be the type to boss your parents around.”

She shook her head, clearly amused by the unexpected side of him.

“Seriously… is that really how they see me?”

Absolutely.

Wrath nodded without hesitation, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘No it’s not, you bastard!’

Raon shoved Wrath aside, then turned to Olga with a serious look in his eyes.

“Anyway, get yourself ready. The treatment’s going to be more painful than you think.”

“Don’t worry.”

Olga shook her head as she walked forward on her own.

“I’m not afraid of pain anymore.”

 

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