The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1041

 Chapter 1041

 

“Yes? An important guest?”

Raon widened his eyes as he looked at Glenn.

‘Is there anyone who would come to see me?’

A few people came to mind, such as Encia and Denning Rose, but not anyone that Glenn would personally refer to as a guest.

“If you’re curious, why don’t you go see for yourself.”

Glenn shook his head calmly, clearly not intending to say anything himself.

“I was actually planning to stop by the Light Wind Palace first since there’s still some time…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the slowly sinking sun that signaled the afternoon.

“Hearing the head of house’s words, I suppose I should go to the annex first.”

He had spent over two weeks at the ocean, unable to train properly, and was curious about how the swordsmen had spent their time, so he had planned to go to the fifth training ground first, but it seemed he should return to the annex building for now.

This old man is finally being helpful for once!

Wrath leapt up and landed on Glenn’s head.

He thought he’d have to go hungry and watch some boring training! Good job telling him!

He didn’t care one bit about the so-called guest, he just smacked his lips, thinking only about food.

“Well, I didn’t stop by the annex building last time I returned either, so going in early today might not be so bad.”

Raon chuckled faintly as he watched Wrath dance atop Glenn’s head.

“Now, I can feel at ease no matter where I send you. You’ve worked hard.”

Glenn, as if truly grateful for what Raon had accomplished, firmly grasped both of Raon’s shoulders.

“No, I still have a long way to go.”

Raon bowed his head, saying he still needed much more guidance.

“All right. Go on now.”

Glenn gently waved his hand as if telling him to get going.

“Yes.”

After giving Glenn another bow, Raon looked to Roenn who stood beside him.

“Thank you for your hard work as well, Sir Roenn.”

He expressed his gratitude to Roenn, who had always accompanied him with a smile, never once complaining.

“I didn’t do anything at all. It was you and Lady Evelyn who did all the hard work.”

Roenn chuckled, saying it felt like he’d been on a peaceful journey thanks to Raon and Evelyn.

“Evelyn.”

Lastly, he called out to Evelyn, who was still engaged in a discussion about magic.

“I’ll go ahead.”

“Yup! I’ll follow you soon! Go ahead and warm up the bed for me!”

Evelyn winked, saying it might take a little while, so he should wait in her room.

“W-Warm up the bed?”

Glenn widened his eyes in shock, as if asking if she meant it seriously.

“She’s just spouting nonsense like always.”

Raon waved his hand, saying he’s never even been inside Evelyn’s room.

“Hmm, that’s a bit….”

Roenn furrowed his brows, as if Raon was keeping too much distance.

“No, this is just right.”

Glenn held out his palm, as if to say that since the future is unknown, keeping this current distance was best.

“Haa….”

Raon shook his head as Glenn and Roenn started to spout nonsense.

“Please take good care of Evelyn.”

Before their nagging could start again, he offered his farewell and swiftly exited the audience chamber.

“Hmm….”

Glenn looked at the door Raon had exited through, then turned his gaze to Roenn.

“What did you think?”

“They looked good together. It really was like watching a newlywed couple.”

Roenn placed his hand over his chest, saying just watching Raon and Evelyn had made his heart stir for the first time in a while.

“Though… one side is definitely coming on a bit strong.”

He smiled faintly as he looked toward Evelyn.

“Not that part.”

Glenn lowered his hand, as if that wasn’t what he’d meant.

“I was asking how Raon did on this mission.”

“Strangely enough, he’s skilled in architecture, oceanic knowledge, and even swimming. It honestly seems like there’s nothing he can’t do. But what surprised me the most…”

Roenn recalled how Raon had taken the lead in everything, his lips curling into a soft smile.

“…was his insight in piercing through to the core of a problem. Even in difficult situations, he never hesitated. No matter how talented or intelligent someone is, a lack of experience usually shows, but that doesn’t apply to Sir Raon.”

He exhaled deeply, saying that through this mission, he felt he had seen the enormous vessel that is Raon.

“As expected of you, Sir Roenn!”

Evelyn, even while in the middle of arguing with Larian about magic, gave a thumbs-up to Roenn.

“There’s nothing our Raon can’t do! I’m telling you, he’s perfect!”

She shrugged her shoulders, saying that even now, her heart felt like it would explode whenever she saw Raon.

[Hey! Focus!]

[N-Now’s not the time for that….]

Chamber and Larian furrowed their brows within the blue window, telling her to stay on topic.

“Ahem!”

Glenn raised the corners of his mouth so much they nearly reached his ears, clearly delighted by Roenn and Evelyn’s praise of Raon.

“Yes. You’ve worked hard as well. Go on and take the rest of the day to rest.”

“No, thank you.”

Roenn shook his head, as if to say that now that he had returned, he intended to carry out his duties as steward.

“Ahem! I said it’s fine! There’s nothing more to do today, so go on!”

Glenn told him to go back and rest, then buried his back into the throne.

“Understood. Then I shall.”

Roenn bowed slightly as if expressing gratitude, then exited the audience chamber.

“Removing that curse is incompatible with summoning magic. I think we need to insert a different spell in between the two.”

Evelyn raised her finger, saying that they needed to insert another magic between the two spells.

[No, it’s not about inserting something. The order is what matters. If you move the summoning spell to the front, it won’t get interrupted!]

Chamber bit into a lollipop while suggesting a new method.

[Th-Then the spell will take too long to activate. It’s not about inserting or changing the order, the spell structure itself needs to be improved….]

Larian also disagreed with Evelyn and Chamber’s opinions, offering a different one.

“Hmm….”

Glenn rested his chin on his fist as he watched the archmages arguing like children.

‘So the one who made them this serious… is Raon, after all.’

Excluding the reclusive eccentric, the only mages on the continent who have reached the realm of Transcendence are the three here.

That these precious talents were having a magical discussion based on Raon’s remark was both fascinating and astonishing.

‘He keeps growing.’

Raon was growing rapidly, not just in martial strength, but as a person, and as the leader of an organization. And not just as a mere leader, he was beginning to show the capacity of a head of house.

‘I want to see it….’

Glenn gently smiled as he brushed his hand along the armrest of the throne.

‘The sight of that child sitting on this seat, and me looking up at him.’

If Raon were to sit on this throne and become the head of house, Glenn felt he could ascend from this world with no regrets.

‘No, not yet….’

Glenn heard the sound of a sword wind from afar and smiled thinly.

‘That brat hasn’t given up yet either, so it’s still too early for that thought.’

There was still one who was swinging his sword with his life on the line in order to rise to the position of head of house. It was still too early to settle on such thoughts.

‘Not bad.’

In the past, it felt like he’d be uneasy no matter who sat on this throne, but now, between the two he had in mind, he felt he’d be satisfied no matter which of them took the seat.

‘Let’s keep watching.’

Glenn closed his eyes with a deep smile on his face. After the sun had gone down, he slowly opened them again.

“I’m telling you, that’s not it! Magic these days is different! You don’t even know what you’re talking about!”

[Your magic is a 500-year-old antique! It's outdated beyond repair, so you have to change the order!]

[N-No, that's not it. First we have to fix the spell structure….]

Even though night had fallen, the three women were still fighting over magic.

“Hmm….”

Glenn let out a low groan, blinking his tired eyes.

‘My ears hurt.’

Listening to the same chatter from day to night, it felt like the pain in his ears was giving him a headache.

“Ahem! That’s enough for now, let’s continue tomorr—”

Just as Glenn raised his hand, feeling pain inside his ears and trying to suggest they stop—

“Grandfather, get out!”

[Old man, stay out of this! Now’s the time to crush these scrubs!]

[P-Please just quiet down a little….]

Glenn blinked blankly.

It was the first time in his life he’d ever been told to get out of his own audience chamber. “No, this is Zieghart’s audience chamber…”

“I said be quiet!”

[Just eat some Nadine bread and shut your mouth!]

[Couldn’t you just go to sleep…?]

But the looks in the three mages’ eyes were so fierce that he couldn’t say anything back.

“Ah… fine. Do whatever you want…”

Glenn ended up backing down without argument, subtly averting his gaze.

“So anyway, we should start by thinking about the affinities—”

[If the order is perfect, affinities don’t matter!]

[B-Both of you are wrong…]

Evelyn, Chamber, and Larian continued bickering, not debating, completely ignoring him.

“……”

Glenn lowered his breath and trembled his eyes.

‘How long is this going to go on…?’

…Isn’t Sheryl coming?

*   *   *

‘As expected….’

Raon smacked his lips as he stepped into the annex building garden.

‘So they’re planning to pull it out using that method?’

That method?

Wrath tilted his head as if asking what he meant.

‘I’m talking about Evelyn and the archmages. I can more or less guess what kind of method they’re going to use.’

Listening to the conversation between Evelyn, Larian, and Chamber, he had a general sense of what kind of magic they would be using.

‘But I can’t help but question whether it’s even possible.’

It was so absurd that the chance of failure looked just as high.

‘Though, if it succeeds, the bastards will be forced to fight on the same footing as us…’

So what’s the method?

Wrath lifted his eyes with curiosity.

‘That is…’

Just as Raon was about to explain to Wrath the magic to pull out the White Blood Religion’s headquarters—

“Huh?”

From the back of the annex building, a beautiful woman with striking orange eyes and cool features stepped out.

“Wuaaaah!”

She threw aside the laundry she was holding and ran straight toward him.

“S-Sir Raon! You’ve become even more handsome since I last saw you!”

Encia Yonan. The artisan of House Yonan, and a woman madly obsessed with faces, had returned.

“How… how am I supposed to describe this? Ultra-handsome? Celestial-level handsome? Demon-god-level handsome?”

She panted, saying there were no words left to describe his face anymore.

“Haha…”

Raon gulped dryly as he looked at Encia, whose eyes were practically sparking.

‘Another person who makes my life difficult is here…’

Not quite on Evelyn’s level, but Encia was also someone he had a hard time dealing with.

So the guest who came looking for you was that kid obsessed with good looks, huh.

Wrath let out a sigh, already dreading more of that annoying 'so handsome' nonsense.

“It’s been a while, Lady Encia.”

“It really has been too long! I went back to Yonan while I was working on Volume 2 of the Raon Zieghart’s Biography!”

Encia pounded her chest, saying she’d nearly died from missing him so much. The thudding sound was loud enough to make him worry about her ribs.

“You’re still publishing that book?”

“It’s been selling like crazy! We keep reprinting it! I just finished writing Volume 4 recently too!”

She brought her hands together proudly, saying she was the number one hidden contributor to House Yonan’s revenue.

“So, um…”

Encia came so close that he could hear her breathing and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Could you tell me what happened when you cut down the Demon Slaying Spear and the Fallen?”

Her pupils wobbled like a pendulum as she begged to hear the story firsthand for her writing.

“Uuh…”

As Raon stepped back from her madness-filled gaze—

“That story’s better told over a meal.”

The door to the annex building opened, and an old man with a long white beard stepped out.

“G-Grandfather?”

Raon widened his eyes as he looked at Rector, who should have been at the Holy Sword Alliance.

“You’re late, Raon.”

Rector smiled gently, as if welcoming him.

*   *   *

“…And that’s how we were able to save the harbor.”

At the dinner table, Raon shared what had happened so far with his family.

Hmm?

Wrath, patting his now-round belly, furrowed his brows.

You’re not going to mention that part?

He tilted his head, wondering why Raon wasn’t mentioning that he had found the White Blood Religion’s headquarters.

‘I already gave the order to the Light Wind Palace kids not to tell anyone, not even their own families. I can’t be the one to break that myself.’

At this table were Sylvia, Edgar, Sia, Rector, Encia, and the maids. He trusted them all, but if any information about the White Blood Religion’s headquarters leaked, all their efforts would be for nothing. Keeping it secret until the operation began was the right call.

“Martha… I can’t believe that girl has grown strong enough to defeat an apostle…”

Sylvia seemed to recall Martha’s childhood, lightly biting her lip.

“It really won’t be long now.”

She closed her eyes and brought her hands together in prayer, as though hoping for Martha’s wish to come true.

“I also heard you didn’t kill the spirit that went mad with bloody energy, but saved it instead. Yeah. If it can be saved, then that’s the right thing to do. Well done.”

Edgar patted his shoulder, as if proud that Raon had spared Haerang instead of extinguishing it.

“……”

Rector said nothing and silently sipped his drink with a faintly sunken gaze.

“Haaah…”

Encia blushed with a dazed look on her face and nodded.

“As expected of Sir Raon! There’s a reason he received the title of Super Handsome!”

She even teared up in admiration that he didn’t kill Haerang.

“This won’t do! I have to write while I’m still feeling this emotion!”

Throwing down her fork and knife, Encia dashed off toward the room she used to stay in.

“What an energetic young lady.”

Rector gave a small chuckle as he watched her back, as if he found it amusing.

“I want to see that baby wolf!”

Sia’s eyes sparkled as she said she wanted to see Haerang.

“You’ll get to someday. Let’s go together for a vacation.”

Raon smiled at Sia, saying he’d make sure they could meet.

“Dad can come too, right? I’ll prepare thoroughly and we can have a fun time….”

Edgar was placing meat and fish onto Sia’s side plate when—

“I told you I’d eat on my own!”

Sia furrowed her brows at the meat and fish Edgar handed her, looking every bit like a girl still in the middle of adolescence.

“I’m not going if dad’s coming! You come separately!”

She shook her head fiercely, declaring she would never go with him.

“Huh…”

Rector widened his eyes in surprise at the change in Sia, who had always seemed like an angel.

“I-I’m sorry, Father. Sia’s going through puberty these days…”

Sylvia, flustered, grabbed Sia’s wrist.

“You, come with me!”

Saying this time she needed to be scolded, she pulled Sia by the wrist and dragged her toward her room.

“B-But Dad started it… Ugh!”

Sia tried to protest but shrank her shoulders when she saw the sharp glint in Sylvia’s eyes.

“No, don’t scold her so harshly.”

Edgar, thinking it was all his fault, hurried after the two with a troubled look.

“Everyone, you can take a break.”

Raon nodded and told the maids standing behind the dining table that they could return to rest.

“Yes, understood.”

“Please enjoy your conversation.”

Helen and Judiel caught the meaning of his words and quickly bowed, then left the dining room with the other maids.

“Have you been well?”

Raon approached Rector’s side and poured him a drink.

“Given the situation, I wouldn’t say so.”

Rector gave a bitter smile, saying he had been keeping himself busy.

“But it seems you haven’t poured everything out either.”

He raised his serene gaze as if he was reading all his thoughts.

“How did you know?”

“When you get old, some things just become visible.”

Rector gave a faint smile, saying it was merely intuition.

“As expected, grandfathers can’t be fooled.”

Raon chuckled and nodded.

“The truth is…”

He then explained how they had found the White Blood Religion’s headquarters after setting an energy barrier.

“Right now, Lady Chamber, Lady Larian, and Evelyn are creating a magic spell that can raise the White Blood Religion from the ocean. It’ll take time, but I’m sure we’ll be able to pull it onto land.”

Recalling the serious expressions of the three archmages, Raon nodded.

“Hm…”

Rector furrowed his brow as he stared at the drink rippling in his glass.

“Even if you can pull up the White Blood Religion’s headquarters from the ocean, you might still lose the war.”

He exhaled a low breath, saying the situation wasn’t favorable.

“Sorry? What do you mean…?”

“Before you found the White Blood Religion, I attended a meeting of the Four Demons.”

Rector flicked his finger against his glass and continued.

“Many things were discussed, but the most important was their communication and transport system. Much like how the Five Kings use teleportation magic, they’ve created a system where they can call for help among themselves in times of danger.”

He shook his head, saying that the moment they attacked the White Blood Religion, a signal would reach Derus and the Heavenly Demon.

“It was made using divine power, so blocking it with magic is meaningless. And what’s more, they have a choice.”

“A choice…”

Raon instantly realized what Rector meant by a choice.

“So you’re saying they might abandon the White Blood Religion and strike at the Five Kings while their seats are left empty?”

To strike the White Blood Religion’s headquarters, at minimum, he, King Lecross, and either Chamber or Larian would be needed.

The Four Demons would never miss the moment when the high-level Transcenders left their posts, they would surely attack the kingdoms.

‘If Derus and the Heavenly Demon move at the same time, there’s no stopping them.’

Glenn could stop either the Heavenly Demon or Derus, but not both at once.

If they launched a strike against the White Blood Religion, a hole would be left behind, and those bastards would never miss that opening.

“It seems you’ve grasped the situation.”

Rector let out a brief sigh, as if he had read the look on Raon’s face.

“Yes. If things are as you say, then… there’s no answer. We can’t stop the attack…”

“To be honest, even I can’t stop Derus and the Heavenly Demon. No—neither can the leader of the White Blood Religion.”

He clenched his trembling hand into a fist, saying he had seen and felt it for himself.

“That’s why I’ve found someone who can stop them.”

Rector raised his knife upright like a sword and stabbed it into the meat on his plate. His blue eyes glinted faintly like the moonlight pouring in from beyond the window.

“The former master of the Holy Sword Alliance.”

 

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