The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1116

 Chapter 1116

 

“I’m just well-prepared, that’s all!”

Dorian shook his head vigorously, insisting he absolutely didn’t have a compulsion.

“Yeah, yeah. Got it.”

Raon brushed off Dorian’s words and then approached Gluttony.

“So anyway, you’re saying you can transfer your authority to Dorian?”

“Yeah. I can.”

Gluttony slowly nodded, as if to say it was entirely possible.

“The authority of gluttony will weaken a little, but it's definitely possible.”

She raised her small hand, saying it would be lacking, but not to the point of being insufficient.

“If that human accepts my authority properly, even if I fight an archangel with my full strength, the authority of gluttony dwelling in you won’t completely disappear. Probably?”

Gluttony repeated the exact same words Sloth had said a while ago. But since it was a first for her as well, she didn’t seem able to be certain.

“That’s enough.”

I had already decided from the very beginning that it didn’t matter if I used up all the Demon Kings’ authorities, so that much was something I could accept.

“…You really are peculiar.”

Gluttony tilted her head slowly at Raon.

“What’s peculiar?”

Raon narrowed his eyes and asked again.

“The authority of gluttony I sent to you… it changed.”

Gluttony’s red eyes flashed, as if peering into Raon’s soul.

“It’s completely different from when it was in me.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know.”

She shook her head, saying she couldn’t know right now, and closed her mouth as if unwilling to say more.

“I, I’m receiving the authority of gluttony…?”

Dorian’s jaw quivered as though he couldn’t believe he had to receive a demon king’s authority.

“Uuugh….”

Dorian muttered for his life to be spared and collapsed onto the floor.

“Gluttony.”

Leaving behind the groaning Dorian, Raon looked again at Gluttony.

“Explain in detail the food you want to eat.”

Since she had said she wanted something new, something tastier than any ice cream she’d eaten so far, I needed to hear his specific demands.

“Hmm….”

Gluttony rested her chin on her finger and closed her eyes.

“I don’t really know.”

She opened her eyes again and muttered that she didn’t even know what she wanted.

“This isn’t going to be easy.”

Raon sighed, gripping his waist with both hands. This matter seemed far more difficult than when it had been Sloth.

“Still, I’d like there to be bead ice cream.”

Gluttony suddenly raised her hand.

“As expected.”

Raon licked his lips, recalling the bead ice cream he had eaten until now.

“And I think it’d be nice if I could taste multiple flavors at once.”

Gluttony lifted her chin, saying there was one more thing.

“Multiple flavors….”

“And rather than those flavors coming out separately, I want them to burst all at once.”

Contrary to saying she didn’t know, she’d thrown out quite a few hints.

“Made as bead ice cream, with multiple flavors bursting all at once, huh….”

Raon repeated Gluttony’s words, furrowing his brows.

‘This really won’t be easy.’

Since he couldn’t think where to even start, a sigh slipped out of him.

Don’t worry! The King of Essence is here!

Wrath thrust his hand up confidently.

In evaluating taste, there exists no being who can match the King of Essence!

He clenched his fist, telling Raon to trust him.

‘Wipe the drool off your mouth first before saying that.’

Raon shut Wrath’s mouth, which was drooling like a hungry puppy.

N-no, it’s not because the King of Essence wants to eat! He just wants to help you, that’s all! Yeah. As a friend! As a friend!

Wrath shook his head while endlessly swallowing the drool flowing down.

‘Well, still, it’ll probably be helpful.’

Since Wrath had eaten many kinds of food together with me, he would be of help.

‘Of course, his taste evaluations are the worst, though.’

Ignoring his evaluations, just using them to reference whether it tastes good or not seemed enough.

“Dorian.”

Raon beckoned with his hand.

“Let’s start right away.”

“M-me too?”

Dorian widened his eyes as if he hadn’t expected to be included.

“You’re the one who has to receive the authority of Gluttony. Of course you’re included.”

Raon grabbed the back of Dorian’s head and opened the door of the lodging.

“Ughhh….”

Dorian’s jaw trembled, as if he didn’t want to go out and didn’t want to receive the authority of Gluttony either.

“I’ll make it quickly, so wait here.”

Raon waved to Gluttony and left the room.

“A new taste….”

Gluttony formed a gentle smile, as if trusting Raon’s words. Within the authority of Gluttony she possessed, the new emotion blazing inside began to shine even more vividly.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

*   *   *

“Hoo….”

Burren slowly caught his breath and lowered his sword. He wiped the sweat flowing over his whole body and curled his lips upward.

‘As expected, training like this is what satisfies me.’

Since childhood it had been because of Rimmer, and after growing up, because of Raon, that moving my body had become a habit. Now, if I didn’t sweat, it didn’t feel like training.

‘The others must feel the same.’

The other swordsmen also swung their swords with full force, sweating as if they felt the same way I did.

‘Even without Raon, they’re all working hard.’

In the past, when Raon wasn’t at the training ground, the swordsmen would subtly reduce the intensity of their practice.

But now, since Raon was aiming to become the head of house, the swordsmen were engaging in their training with full effort, even if only to avoid bringing disgrace upon him.

They themselves didn’t care about being looked down on, but they couldn’t let their master be shamed, it was the Light Wind Palace’s determination in their own way.

‘I can’t just stay still either.’

As the vice palace master, I have to do my best.

Just as Burren threw away his sweat-soaked towel and was about to resume his swordsmanship practice—

Grrrooo…

From the training ground filled with only shouts, came a sound like someone snoring.

“Hmm….”

Burren frowned and turned his head, seeing Runaan leaning against a tree, asleep.

‘She’s sleeping again?’

Runaan had always been someone who slept a lot, but during training hours she had been thorough, always focusing only on practice.

Yet lately, even during training hours, she seemed to spend more time sleeping than swinging her sword. It was especially noticeable because the other swordsmen were training hard.

“Hoo….”

Burren exhaled a sigh, letting out the heat rising within.

'I'll talk to her later.'

Since Runaan was also a squad leader guiding the swordsmen, it was better to speak to her when they were alone, not in front of everyone.

‘Then, once more…’

Burren reorganized his thoughts and was about to face forward again—

Thud.

Runaan, who had been leaning against the tree, slumped down and began snoring even louder.

“D-did she not sleep last night?”

“She’s snoring pretty loudly today.”

“Will she be okay?”

The swordsmen tilted their heads, murmuring as they looked at Runaan.

“Hoo….”

Burren lowered his sword again and approached Runaan.

‘I can’t stand it.’

He had tried to let it slide, but seeing her openly sleeping during training hours was unbearable.

“Runaan!”

Burren reached out and grabbed Runaan’s shoulder as she snored in her sleep.

“Wake up! It’s training time right now!”

He shook her shoulder, shouting at her to set an example as a squad leader.

“Hmmmm….”

Runaan slowly opened her eyes and looked at Burren.

“I was training….”

She blinked blankly, claiming she had been training properly.

“What nonsense! Raon might let that slide, but I won’t!”

Burren shook his head, telling her to stop saying strange things and pick up her sword.

“It’s true….”

Runaan yawned long and rose to her feet slowly.

“Look….”

She drew the sword at her waist and aimed it at the sky where the sun was setting.

Paaaaah!

The moment Runaan’s sword point turned toward the slanting sun, a blue radiance flared, and waves of frost overflowed in every direction.

Like when Raon spread out the Flame Spirit with cold energy, brilliant yet grand shards of frost swept across the dimming sky.

“Wh-what is this….”

Burren’s jaw trembled as he felt Runaan’s sword that had far surpassed him. This was not a realm someone who had only been sleeping could reach.

“Th-this is insane….”

“This is Lady Runaan’s sword?”

“She’s changed too much.”

“She’s only been sleeping every day lately—how….”

The other swordsmen also stared in shock, unable to close their gaping mouths.

“See…?”

Runaan sheathed her sword and leaned back against the tree.

“I told you, I was training hard….”

She closed her eyes again, as if telling them not to disturb her.

“U-ungh. I understand….”

Burren swallowed dryly and stepped back.

‘Isn’t this way too unfair?’

It was surprising yet also stirred a little jealousy that Runaan, who had done nothing but sleep, had become stronger than himself who received training from Karoon every dawn.

Effort doesn’t always have to be rewarded, but it felt like being betrayed by the world.

“It’s fine….”

Runaan slowly waved her hand, as if she knew what he was thinking.

“You’ll have it soon too.”

She let out a calm voice, as if to say that if he waited, he would gain something as well, and then fell back into sleep.

“Don't tell me….”

Burren narrowed his eyes as he looked at the quietly snoring Runaan.

“Is Raon up to something again?”

*   *   *

After all, you’ve gone and done it!

Wrath wiped his tongue deeply with his palm.

Where in the world is there a crazy bastard who pours ice cream into spicy stew!

He gnashed his teeth as if saying, ‘How could you even think of putting mint chocolate ice cream into red stew?’.

‘I just… like stew, that’s all….’

Raon shook his head, saying he had only tried it once as a challenge.

“In terms of being new, it’s fine, but the taste isn’t really good.”

Dorian too furrowed his brows, as if saying this wasn’t it.

“If you don’t blend it with other foods, it’s not easy to create a new taste.”

Gluttony had already eaten all the bead ice creams that existed, and because of Dorian, she had also tasted plenty of ice creams mixed with various seasonings or new fruits. To satisfy her, there was no other way but to attempt new challenges.

“Sorry. I overdid it too much….”

Dorian scratched his head, saying it was his fault there were so few options left.

“No, you did well. Thanks to you, Gluttony agreed to grant my request.”

Raon patted Dorian’s shoulder, telling him not to blame himself.

“First of all, the fact that ice cream has to be the base itself is difficult, because it’s hard to adapt it to hot dishes.”

Dorian sighed, saying there aren’t that many cold foods in the first place.

And you have to make it tasty too.

Wrath clicked his tongue, saying it wouldn’t be easy to satisfy Gluttony, who had awakened to gourmet taste.

‘Should I try combining fruits?’

Raon combined fruits like apples, strawberries, and bananas, making bead ice cream with vibrant colors.

“The taste is pretty good.”

Dorian raised his thumb, saying it was quite excellent.

“Let’s see.”

Raon took the fruit-combined bead ice cream and brought it to Gluttony.

“It’s delicious. But it’s a taste I’ve had many times before….”

Gluttony shook her head, saying the taste itself was worth acknowledging, but it wasn’t new.

The King of Essence thinks the same. This level is not enough to twist causality.

Wrath also lowered his hand, saying it was far from enough.

“This is frustrating.”

Raon returned to his room and lay down on the bed again.

‘Even though I’ve been making ice cream all day long, there’s no answer.’

Yesterday, I had taken Dorian out and spent more than a full day researching ice cream, yet I still didn’t know how to create a new flavor of ice cream.

'I'm even scared to go see her now.'

After being rejected so many times by Gluttony, even looking at her face now was painful.

Hehehehe….

Meanwhile, Wrath only patted his round belly with a satisfied smile, as if simply eating lots of ice cream had made him happy.

‘That useless….’

At first he gave directions as if he would handle everything himself, but later it turned out they were just combinations he wanted to eat. Truly a demon king who made one grit their teeth.

“Should I prepare more of that next time?”

Dorian, never tiring when it came to supplies, was already jotting down notes on ingredients to gather anew. He claimed it wasn’t compulsion, but to my eyes it looked exactly like compulsion.

“Let’s rest a little for now.”

Raon waved his hand and was about to close his eyes when—

Knock knock.

A small knock came at the door.

“You can come in.”

He nodded right away, since he knew who it was.

“Looks like things aren’t going well.”

Evelyn opened the door and entered with a faint smile.

“Is finding a new flavor of ice cream that difficult?”

“H-how do you know that….”

Evelyn hadn’t been present at the conversation with Gluttony, so I had no idea how she knew everything.

She really must have cast eavesdropping magic spell on your body, he's telling you!

Wrath screamed that until Raon ripped out his own flesh, there would be no escaping Evelyn.

“You look tired, so I made you a sandwich.”

Evelyn set down a sandwich with ham, cheese, and egg on the table, saying she had just made it and he should eat it now.

“Oh? This is….”

“That’s right. I learned it from your mother.”

She smiled softly, saying it was a sandwich made following Sylvia’s recipe.

“Mother’s sandwich?”

Up until moments ago Evelyn had been frightening, but hearing she had learned his mother’s recipe and made a sandwich filled Raon with gratitude instead.

She’s a good madwoman after all!

Wrath let out an exclamation, as if all his fear of Evelyn had vanished over a single sandwich. He was truly a simple Demon King.

“I’ll eat it well.”

Raon picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

“It’s delicious.”

I had thought the taste would be somewhat different even with the same recipe, but it was exactly like the sandwiches Sylvia always brought during training.

It really is! It’s mom’s taste!

Wrath nodded, saying it was truly a well-made sandwich.

“Your mother taught me well. She said not to over-toast the bread that wraps the ingredients.”

Evelyn turned her body slightly, as if embarrassed.

“With lightly toasted bread, scrambled eggs, ham, and cheese layered, that’s how the taste is made.”

She spoke as if it were nothing, but Raon could feel the care that had gone into it.

“Thanks. Thanks to you, I’ve regained a bit of strength… Huh?”

Raon, while expressing gratitude as he looked at the sandwich, suddenly shot up to his feet.

“This is it!”

*   *   *

“It’s finished.”

Raon stood before Gluttony holding a plate covered with a silver lid.

“A dish of ice cream that can satisfy you.”

This time, he said it was perfect, drawing a confident smile.

“Really?”

Gluttony stared blankly at the plate.

“It’s not just something that tastes good again, is it?”

Her eyes lowered slightly, as if a bit suspicious.

“This time you won’t be able to help but be satisfied. It’s a taste you haven’t had before, it has multiple flavors, and the taste is harmonious.”

Raon lifted the corners of his lips and opened the silver lid covering the plate.

Fwaaaah!

Beneath the white chill, the food on the plate revealed itself.

It was a new kind of food, bead ice cream in light yellow, pressed into an oval shape between thin slices of bread.

“Ice cream sandwich. It’s the new taste you were searching for.”

Raon nodded his chin and offered the plate with the ice cream sandwich to Gluttony.

“Hmm….”

Gluttony tilted her head as she looked at the ice cream tucked between bread like a sandwich.

“It certainly is unusual.”

Muttering that it was a form she had never seen before, she picked up the ice cream sandwich with both hands.

“W-will it be okay?”

Dorian bit his pale lips nervously.

“It’ll be fine.”

Raon clenched his fist as he watched Gluttony bring the ice cream sandwich to her mouth.

“That’s a taste that even the picky, gluttonous Demon King will be satisfied with. And also….”

He smirked as he looked at the sticky liquid seeping out between the bread.

“Inside, there’s a secret weapon too.”

The moment Raon’s words ended, Gluttony’s eyes shot wide open as she bit into the ice cream sand.

“Oh!”

An exclamation burst from Gluttony’s mouth, louder and more intense than the first time she had eaten bead ice cream.

 

 

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