The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1101

 Chapter 1101

 

Even though it was early dawn before sunrise, the fifth training ground was crowded with the Light Wind Palace swordsmen who had come out to train.

“Don’t we need to expand the training ground again?”

The Gambling Monster climbed up onto the platform, forcefully brushing back his messy hair. Judging from his face, it seemed he had been drinking all night.

“The kids have gotten more numerous, and every single one of them has gotten stronger, even though we expanded it, the training ground looks small again.”

He clicked his tongue, saying the fifth training ground was too cramped to hold all of the Light Wind swordsmen.

“That’s true.”

Raon looked around the fifth training ground and nodded.

“As you said, general administrator, we should consider expanding it once more.”

His words were right. The training ground itself had been expanded before, but since the Light Wind swordsmen’s martial power had grown that much, it still seemed lacking.

“At their current level, they need a lot of personal space.”

At present, most of the Light Wind swordsmen had reached Master. Even the swordsmen who originally belonged to the Warring Steel Division were reaching Master one by one, so it wasn’t impossible for the entire Light Wind Palace to reach that realm.

“There are even some who can aim for Grandmaster.”

A few swordsmen, including Dorian and Krein, were approaching Grandmaster following the executives. If they could just seize a small clue, they would break through the wall and climb higher.

“Hey, now that you’ve got plenty of instructors, how about letting me go?”

The Gambling Monster lowered his voice and came up beside Raon.

“Because I’ve been looking after you guys, I haven’t even been able to travel or drink properly….”

He sniffed and dropped his shoulders as if to look pitiful.

“It’s true that thanks to the Sword Sovereign and the War King the Light Wind Palace swordsmen have grown faster.”

Raon nodded as he looked at the swordsmen unleashing all sorts of sword techniques.

“But the one who laid the foundation for them to soar is you, Sir Gambling Monster. Without you, they never would have climbed to where they are.”

After becoming the general administrator of the annex building and entering the fifth training ground, the Gambling Monster had devoted himself fully to teaching the swordsmen. The Light Wind’s first teacher was Rimmer, but it was no exaggeration to say that afterwards, their teachers were Raon and the Gambling Monster.

“You started with us, so you should see the end with us. Honestly, you don’t want to leave, do you?”

Raon gave a faint smile and nudged the Gambling Monster with his elbow.

“A-hem! It’s not particularly like that…”

The Gambling Monster smacked his lips awkwardly, his face turning a little red as if Raon had struck home.

“So, here…”

Raon took a subspace pocket from his chest.

“I prepared something for you, Sir Gambling Monster.”

From the subspace pocket he drew a liquor bottle as thick as an adult’s forearm.

“Hoh!”

The Gambling Monster let out an exclamation the moment he saw the bottle.

“That’s Barren Wind Liquor, the kind that only comes from around Habun Castle!”

At the sight of the bottle, he blurted the liquor’s name at once.

“You bought something this good and are only giving it to me now!”

The Gambling Monster’s lips curled up, as if he hadn't expected it at all.

“I wanted to add one more gift to it before giving it to you.”

Raon gave a slight smile and tapped the middle of the bottle. With tiny bubbles, eight petals submerged in the liquor rippled.

“Huh…?”

The Gambling Monster’s eyes swelled as if they would burst.

“T-that’s the Eight-Leaf Flower! A high-grade elixir taken with liquor!”

He sucked in a harsh breath, startled.

“As expected, you recognized it.”

Raon grinned and tapped the bottle.

“It’s an elixir whose effect increases when consumed with liquor. I brought it not long ago, specifically for you.”

He handed the bottle to the Gambling Monster, telling him to drink it after letting it mature for three months.

“So, this is what you brought back when you went into the treasury this time?”

The Gambling Monster swallowed dryly and lifted his head.

“…”

Raon said nothing, wearing only a faint smile.

“T-to think you’d give me something so precious….”

The Gambling Monster was so moved he couldn’t immediately accept the bottle, his hand trembling as if drunk.

“I told you.”

Raon pressed the bottle firmly into the Gambling Monster’s hand and nodded.

“The second teacher of the Light Wind is you, general administrator. I should at least take care of you this much.”

“Raon…”

The Gambling Monster’s hand holding the bottle trembled, as if he were genuinely moved.

“Just wait! I’ll find a way to persuade those old geezers in the Senate!”

“There’s no need to—”

“No! I want to!”

Declaring he would persuade the Senate to support Raon, he bolted out of the fifth training ground like a thunderclap.

This damn swindler….

Wrath let out a hollow breath and turned his gaze to Raon.

That elixir, it isn’t the one you brought from the treasury this time, is it!

He furrowed his brow, saying that the Eight-Leaf Flower inside the liquor weren’t the highest-grade elixir brought from the treasury.

‘That’s right. But….’

Raon waved his hand with a smile.

‘As long as both sides feel good, that’s enough. Besides, I never said I brought it from the treasury. I only said I brought it this time.’

Y-you ghost-like bastard….

Wrath’s shoulders trembled as he said Raon had become even scarier.

Even that Gambling Monster, who’s always suspicious, fell for it, now there isn’t a human left you can’t fool!

He muttered that Raon even deceives those close to him, looking disgusted as he subtly backed away.

‘Hmm…’

Leaving the frightened Wrath behind, Raon looked at the Light Wind Palace swordsmen.

‘They’re all at an important stage. It would be awkward to take them to Seipia now.’

Since they were spreading new wings after meeting the Sword Sovereign and the War King, it seemed better to let them focus on training rather than taking them away.

“Dorian!”

Raon beckoned to Dorian, who had paused to catch his breath in the middle of training.

“Yes!”

Dorian dashed over, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“We’re going to Seipia tomorrow. Get ready to leave.”

“Sorry? Just me?”

He widened his eyes, as if it hadn’t occurred to him that only he would go.

“You’re all I need.”

“U-understood! I’ll prepare the supplies right away!”

As if asking Raon to leave it to him, Dorian saluted and sprinted out of the training ground.

His face was flushed, as if delighted to have received Raon’s trust and confidence.

‘Isn’t that wallet at an important stage too?’

Wrath widened his eyes, as if asking why Dorian was the one Raon was bringing to Seipia.

‘It’s a hassle going out without pockets in my clothes.’

Raon tilted his chin, as if asking why Wrath was questioning something so obvious.

…..

Wrath gaped his mouth wide open, as if he had truly forgotten what to say.

E-even demons, at the very least, still regard humans as humans!

You crazy bastard!

*   *   *

After instructing Dorian to make preparations, Raon went straight back to the annex building.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

Sylvia, who had been watching Sia’s training, widened her eyes.

“I have a favor to ask of Lady Encia.”

Raon mentioned Encia’s name and turned his gaze toward the annex building.

“It’s because of the successor test, isn’t it? You’re going to ask for House Yonaan’s support?”

Sylvia nodded, saying she understood why he was looking for Encia.

“I understand your intent, but it won’t be easy. Even if you helped Encia, getting the entire house to support you is another matter.”

She shook her head, saying it could take a long time.

“I think so too.”

Edgar placed his hand on the table and smacked his lips, as if loosening up before the real conversation began.

“I know Encia likes you, but she’s the successor of House Yonaan. She won’t decide based just on feelings or fondness. She’ll judge rationally and consider many factors. And the house’s opinion matters more, so like your mom said, it could take a long time.”

He also nodded, saying it wouldn’t be an easy matter.

“You’re not wrong.”

Raon smacked his lips briefly.

‘It might become a burden for Encia.’

For me, it was just one step in the process of becoming a successor. But for House Yonaan, it was a matter that could decide the house’s future, something far too important to judge lightly.

“There, Lady Encia is coming out.”

Judiel pointed toward Encia, who was leaving the annex building.

“Raon, at least try talking to her.”

Sylvia nodded, telling him to speak to her first.

“Right. There’s no loss in asking. And it’s not as if there’s absolutely no chance of her supporting you.”

Edgar said to give it a try and turned around.

“Encia! Raon is calling you!”

Before Raon could even think of what to say, Edgar shouted to her.

“Really?”

At his words, Encia immediately kicked off her shoes and ran barefoot across the garden.

“Huff, huff! Did you call me? You’re super-handsome today too! Your face is shining brighter than the sun, Sir Raon!”

Her eyes were dark from fatigue, but her smile was bright.

“Why do you look so tired?”

Raon opened his mouth in surprise as he saw the darkness under her eyes.

“Because your exploits keep continuing, I can’t stop writing!”

Encia laughed sheepishly, saying she had been unable to sleep at night because she was busy writing “Raon Zieghart Biography”.

“You should rest a little.”

“No need to rest! When I write about your exploits, all my fatigue goes away!”

She shook her head, saying the writing process itself made her too happy, but her exhaustion couldn’t be hidden.

“So, why did you call me, my lord of absolute handsomeness?”

Encia stepped closer, blinking her eyes. Her gaze was so intense it felt like it might pierce straight through Raon’s face.

“You’ve been so busy writing, you might not know, but right now in Zieghart, there’s a test to choose the successor candidates…”

“I know! You need our House Yonaan’s support, right? I’ll contact them right away! If they refuse, I’ll cut ties with them!”

As if she already knew everything, Encia nodded firmly, then immediately pulled out an emergency artifact and sent a call to House Yonaan.

“Huh? Right now?”

“C-cut ties?”

Edgar and Sylvia widened their eyes in surprise at her immediate reaction.

Woooong—

As the artifact in Encia’s hands lit up with a clear light, the face of Michelle Yonaan, head of house Yonaan and one of the continent’s most renowned artifact artisans, appeared.

[Encia? What is it, using emergency call …?]

Michelle Yonaan thrust her face forward to check on Encia. She seemed very tense, as an urgent call had come in.

“Mom! Send a letter in our house’s name saying we support Sir Raon! Add the house seal too! Right now!”

Without giving any explanation, Encia stomped her foot, demanding that she support Raon.

“L-Lady Encia, please don’t say it like that. At least explain first…”

As Raon tried to stop her while glancing at Michelle—

[Understood.]

Michelle Yonaan nodded as though that much was more than enough.

“Huh?”

“Eh?”

“R-really….”

Raon, Edgar, and Sylvia all froze at once.

“Wait, without even hearing the circumstances?”

Raon turned his head in shock toward Michelle’s glowing blue face.

[What circumstances are needed? Our House Yonaan has always supported Sir Raon.]

She nodded, saying people must never forget kindness.

[Besides, you’re so handsome that even Encia’s and my sense of beauty is moved.]

She smiled faintly, saying looks alone were enough.

[I’ll send the letter and seal immediately. Please wait just a little.]

She waved her hand as if to say ‘see you later,’ and disappeared.

“All done, right?”

Encia beamed brightly, telling him not to worry anymore.

“So this is the power of a face?”

Edgar let out a dry laugh as he looked between Raon and Encia.

“To think the creation I made is so perfect…”

He nodded, as if genuinely impressed.

“Tsk…”

Sia tilted her head, looking back and forth between Edgar’s and Raon’s faces.

“How?”

*    *    *

After securing House Yonaan’s support, Raon went straight to the Black Market.

“It’s been a while, Sir Raon.”

Denning Rose, head of the Zieghart branch, bowed politely with both hands folded.

“Has it? I feel like I saw you just a few days ago.”

Raon answered with a calm smile, inclining his head.

“You attend Zieghart’s events often, changing your appearance each time.”

As the Black Market’s Zieghart branch manager, Denning Rose participated in various events. Though she changed her looks to hide her identity, her distinctive energy made her impossible to mistake.

“If you knew, you should have at least spoken to me…”

Denning Rose blushed, as if she hadn’t thought her disguise would be completely seen through.

“I thought you changed on purpose, so I pretended not to know. I’ll say so next time.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

“Please do.”

She sighed and lowered her gaze.

“So, today you must be here for…”

“The second successor test, right?”

She gently finished his words, as if she already knew.

“That’s right. Has the Black Market decided which candidate to support?”

“Not yet. I’d like to support you, Sir Raon, but that’s not my decision to make.”

She nodded lightly, saying she would need to contact the Black Market master.

“I see. In that case, could I trouble you to contact her?”

Just as Raon was about to ask her to contact the Black Market master about the successor test…

“In truth, the Black Market master’s decision has already been made.”

Denning Rose smiled and handed over a letter marked with the Black Market’s seal.

“Hm…”

Raon opened the spotless, snow-white letter.

[Light Wind Palace master, whose face is more famous than his sword. The Black Market’s scale is heavier than you might think. If you have the confidence to bear it, then take it.]

The Black Market master sent a letter clearly declaring her support, along with the Black Market’s seal.

“Even master fell for you. I guess this proves that being handsome really is important?”

Denning Rose gazed at Raon with her shining single eye.

“…Thank you.”

Raon, looking embarrassed, reddened slightly as he bowed his head to Denning Rose.

“We’ve also received much help from you, Sir Raon.”

Denning Rose smiled, saying she wished for their relationship to remain mutually supportive.

“It will. Always.”

Raon carefully placed the letter into his pocket, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.

“I’ll make sure of it.”

“Hehe.”

Denning Rose’s cheeks flushed as she gave a gentle smile.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

*   *   *

Raon passed through the bustling district where the Black Market was hidden and headed toward House Sullion, which was built on the outskirts.

“We greet the Light Wind Palace master.”

“Please, come in.”

The swordsmen guarding the main gate recognized him and opened it without delay.

“You’ve come.”

Enjoying the sun in the garden, Rokan Sullion narrowed his eyes at Raon.

“You’re here to win my support, aren’t you?”

He stroked his chin knowingly.

“I greet the head of House Sullion.”

Raon stood before him with his back straight.

“I ask that you trust me and support my name.”

He bowed his head deeply, declaring that he would surely become the head of house.

“I know you’ve been a great help to Runaan and our house. But…”

Rokan Sullion narrowed his eyes sharply.

“I can’t give you Runaan! Absolutely not!”

Instead of speaking about support, he suddenly brought up Runaan’s name, stomping the ground hard.

“Not until the day dirt enters my eyes…!”

“Then let’s put some in.”

Clara, Runaan’s mother and the lady of House Sullion, threw the soil she was holding in her hand at Rokan.

“Argh! My eyes!”

Rokan rolled on the ground, screaming from the sudden dirt in his eyes.

“You shouldn’t waste a busy person’s time. You’ve had this prepared since yesterday, so what’s with the petty games?”

Clara reached into Rokan’s clothes and pulled out a letter marked with House Sullion’s seal.

“Thank you for always looking after our Runaan. Take it.”

She clasped Raon’s hand firmly as she handed him the letter.

“Um, but the head of house is…”

Raon pointed awkwardly at Rokan, who was rolling on the ground.

“It’s fine. This happens often.”

Clara laughed lightly and waved it off.

“You’ve grown even more handsome since I last saw you. No wonder our child fell for you. How do you take care of your skin?”

She stepped closer, asking about his skincare routine.

“Uh? N-no, I don’t really do anything…”

Raon swallowed nervously and stepped back.

“Honey, it hurts! Help me!”

Rokan Sullion reached out for help, but Clara didn’t even look at him, instead, she scattered even more dirt onto him with her foot.

“He really is handsome. I can’t take my eyes off him…”

“The title ‘Zieghart’s most handsome man’ feels lacking.”

“Now that he’s lost that youthful look, doesn’t he seem even more attractive?”

Even the maids of House Sullion ignored their suffering lord, too busy staring at Raon’s face.

Haaah…

Wrath sighed heavily toward the sky, as though puffing out smoke.

Should the King of Essence change his face too?

 

 

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