The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1147

 Chapter 1147

 

“God?”

Saintess Olga tilted her head as she looked at Bartius.

“I don’t serve any god.”

She snorted, as if to say 'what damn god'.

“Uh…”

“Eh?”

“W-what did you just say…?”

The dragons blinked in confusion, looking even more bewildered than when they had been beaten one-sidedly by Raon.

“I said I don’t worship any god.”

Olga shook her head, her cold gaze not at all fitting for someone called a Saintess.

“Bullshit!”

The Red Dragon, Balasiur, blinked blankly as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard.

“You have such enormous holy power, and you’re saying you don’t serve a god? That makes no sense.”

He shook his head, as if telling her to stop lying.

“This is a first for me too. How curious.”

The Blue Dragon, Sirtiren, who was always smiling, widened her mouth in surprise.

“It’s not a lie.”

Raon sighed briefly as he looked at Olga.

“She probably doesn’t even pray anymore because of what happened before.”

Because of what had happened in the Holy Kingdom of Schper, Olga no longer sought anything from any god and chose to fight alone.

“I used to serve the supreme god. The god of Schper is also the supreme god of this continent. But…”

Olga clicked her tongue as she looked up at the blazing sky.

“I don’t need that anymore. The only ones I believe in now are myself and the people I choose.”

She said she no longer followed any god, then briefly glanced at Raon.

“How strange.”

Bartius frowned, as if finding her words hard to accept.

“What’s strange about it?”

Olga extended her hand, telling him to explain what he meant.

“The holy power of priests varies depending on which god they serve. But the holy power I sense from you…”

Bartius narrowed his brows, gazing steadily at Olga.

“…is something I’ve never seen before. It’s entirely different from the supreme god’s holy power.”

He tilted his chin toward her.

“If you were a Saintess who once served the supreme god, you should know that better than anyone.”

“…Dragons really know all sorts of things.”

Olga smirked faintly, meeting Bartius’s eyes.

“You’re right. The holy power within me isn’t from the supreme god. And I don’t know whose it is, either.”

She nodded, saying Bartius’s words were correct.

“You don’t know who granted you that holy power?”

Bartius let out a dry laugh, as if dumbfounded.

“Holy power is a dangerous power, more than what it appears. Your very existence could be erased.”

He lowered his brows, warning her to be careful.

“I don’t care.”

Olga flicked her hand nonchalantly, her eyes calm.

“If it weren’t for a fool who meddled where he shouldn’t have, I’d have been dead long ago.”

She added that if it was to repay that bothersome fool’s meddling, she could give up her life at any time.

“Olga.”

Raon frowned as he called her name.

“Don’t say things like it’s fine if you die. Find out who the god that gave you that holy power really is. It might not end with just death.”

He thought to himself that he would sooner believe in a demon king than in a god.

Though he didn’t fully understand the concept of holy power, there was no way anyone, or anything, would grant such immense power to Olga without a price. Whoever had bestowed that holy power upon her was surely after something.

“What’s it to you?”

Olga waved her hand dismissively, telling him to mind his own business.

“Because I’m the meddlesome fool who saved you.”

Raon shrugged his shoulders.

“Besides, you said your king is still an idiot, right? Schper still needs you. And you still have to keep your promise to me, too.” “Hmm…”

Olga clicked her tongue softly and turned her head.

“Fine.”

She pouted slightly, as if to say she didn’t like it but would do as he said.

“If something difficult happens…”

“That’s far enough.”

Before Raon could finish his sentence, Evelyn came up beside him and grabbed his arm.

[Yeah. Don’t say more than that!]

Lust’s voice also sank coldly, agreeing with Evelyn.

“Uh, y-yes …”

Raon nodded with a hesitant expression.

“Huhu.”

Bartius looked at Raon, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

“Why are you laughing?”

Raon tilted his chin slightly, looking at Bartius.

“This was one of the reasons we chose you.”

Bartius smiled calmly as he looked at the people surrounding Raon.

“Strong people from all over the continent gather around you. You have the power to draw them in without threats or orders. It’s the greatest talent I’ve seen in all my long years.”

He nodded, saying that was part of the reason for their decision.

“People, huh…”

Raon followed Bartius’s gaze. Olga, Evelyn, Dorian, and even Lust hiding nearby. Just the ones present here were powerful enough to overthrow a nation, and yet he still had forces beyond them.

‘Thinking about it, it’s almost funny.’

Having died in my previous life without a single friend, the thought that I now had the power to bring people together made me let out a dry laugh.

A lot has changed in this life, and I feel like I’ve gained so much.

Hmph!

Wrath snorted as he looked at Bartius.

The King of Essence is not human, but a Demon King! Look properly!

He shook his head fiercely so as not to be treated as human.

‘That’s true.’

Raon smiled faintly and nodded.

‘You’re a Demon King.’

Wrath’s objection to the “human” part meant he didn’t deny being one of Raon’s people, and that warmed Raon’s heart.

“We’ve said what we needed to say, so we’ll be going. We mustn’t be seen by the old ones.”

Bartius stood, dusting the dirt from his clothes. A pillar of light engraved with teleportation spell rose behind him.

“Next time we meet, I’ll suppress your speed with my strength!”

The Red Dragon Balasiur’s eyes flared with fire.

“I don’t think that’s gonna work. He’s strong too.”

The Blue Dragon Sirtiren patted Balasiur’s shoulder, as if to say 'give up on what you can't do'.

“Only the dead stop growing. I’ll show a different side in the war.”

The White Dragon Bursiarabi lifted his chin, as if telling him to look forward to it.

“I'll create a spell that poisons you just by coming near me, so let's fight again.”

The Black Dragon Dariauran grinned, saying next time he’d be the one to hit him from behind.

“Sure. See you next time.”

Raon smiled and waved at the five dragons.

“And one last thing, you’d better find out for sure about that god.”

Bartius flicked his hand toward Olga.

“Gods aren’t perfect beings. They’re fickle.”

Leaving those words behind, he and the other dragons turned into light and vanished.

“I said I got it already!”

Olga kicked the ground, telling him to stop talking.

Ah, no!

Wrath stretched out his hand toward the disappearing dragons.

The King of Essence’s prey!

He shouted that he only wanted one bite, but the dragons were already gone.

‘Wrath.’

Raon gestured toward Wrath as he looked at Olga, whose brows were still furrowed.

‘Do you sense anything from Olga?’

Hmmm….

Wrath crossed his arms and scanned Olga from head to toe.

Nothing particularly strange. It doesn’t seem like she’s cursed or possessed by anything.

He shook his head, thinking a god hasn’t truly intervened yet.

Still, as that shiny lizard said, it’s best to be cautious. Gods aren’t the almighty beings you humans imagine, they’re idiots swayed by emotions.

‘Hmm….’

Raon let out a heavy sigh as he watched Olga, who seemed to be checking her own holy power.

‘I hope nothing happens.’

*   *   *

“It’s been peaceful lately.”

As she walked through the calm corridor of the lord’s manor, Sheryl smiled brightly.

“It’s nice now that the head of house doesn’t have his usual fits anymore.”

She turned her wrist, surprised that Glenn stayed still even though Raon was away.

“That just means he trusts Sir Raon that much.”

Roenn chuckled lightly at her words.

“There aren’t many who could threaten Sir Raon now, after all.”

He nodded, saying that Glenn probably wouldn't have a reason to shake his leg from now on.

“That’s a relief. Now the people in the lord’s manor can finally focus on their work—”

Just as Sheryl brushed her hair back while watching the busy swordsmen of the manor—

KUUUUNG!

A massive rumble burst from the audience chamber, and violent tremors swept through the entire manor.

“Uh…?”

Sheryl widened her eyes as she looked down the trembling corridor of the lord’s manor.

“I-it looks like it’s started again!”

She turned to Roen, demanding an explanation with her eyes.

“Hu hu hu hu…”

Roen let out a rough laugh and averted his gaze slightly.

“It seems the head of house’s patience has only increased by about… one week.”

He shrugged, saying it was still something to be thankful for.

“That’s not something to be thankful for! We’re in the middle of a busy period, and now everyone has to stop working for three hours again!”

Sheryl sighed and pointed to the swordsmen of the lord’s manor on her right.

“Uuuugh!”

“It’s been so long since the last earthquake, I can’t get used to it. I’m getting dizzy…”

“The problem isn’t that it’s been a while, the tremors are stronger this time!”

The swordsmen couldn’t even stay upright, clutching the walls just to keep their balance.

“Huhuhu. Still, if we endure a little longer…”

“No!”

Sheryl shook her head violently.

“I’m going to say it clearly this time! He needs to stop shaking his leg already! I’m sick of fixing the platform every time!”

She was about to rush toward the audience chamber to say it to Glenn directly—

“It seems another earthquake has come today.”

A calm, composed voice spoke from behind Sheryl and Roen.

“Huh?”

“Hmm!”

Sheryl and Roenn turned around, eyes wide.

“Raon!”

“Sir Raon?”

Standing behind them was Raon, looking exactly the same as when he had left for the Holy Kingdom of Schper.

“I’ve returned.”

Raon smiled as he bowed politely to Sheryl and Roenn.

“Uh…”

Sheryl swallowed dryly as she looked at him.

‘I didn’t sense him at all.’

Raon hadn’t even tried to hide his presence, yet she hadn’t noticed him until he was already standing behind them. He must have gotten stronger while in Schper.

“Huhuhu.”

Roenn smiled warmly and nodded.

“You’ve returned even stronger, I see. At this point, I doubt I could even step on your shadow.”

He clapped lightly, congratulating him.

“I was just a bit lucky.”

Raon waved his hand, smiling awkwardly.

“If you’re lucky every time, that’s not luck, it’s skill!”

Sheryl slapped Raon on the back, telling him to stop being so humble.

“And tell your grandfather to stop! He must know you're here, and yet he’s making an even bigger fuss now.”

She sighed, feeling the tremors grow stronger after Raon’s appearance.

“Understood.”

After greeting Sheryl and Roenn, Raon started walking toward the audience chamber.

“Ha…”

Sheryl let out a faint laugh as she watched his back.

“When I used to take him around, he was just a snot-nosed kid. When did he grow this much? I really can’t even compare anymore.”

She clicked her tongue, feeling both proud and a little wistful.

“Actually, when Sir Raon was a snot-nosed kid, he couldn't even come near this place.”

Roenn chuckled and lowered his hands.

“He’s overcome the pressure of the direct line with his own strength, and now he’s the closest man to becoming successor…”

He shook his head slowly, saying that even after watching it happen with his own eyes, it was hard to believe.

“So you’re supporting Raon as the successor, huh, Sir Roenn?”

Sheryl curved her lips in a teasing smile and nudged his arm with her elbow.

“Anyone who’s seen Sir Raon would have no choice but to think the same. Even you, the Heavenly Blade Division leader, right?”

Roenn shrugged.

“That’s true.”

Sheryl smiled softly as she watched Raon step into the audience chamber.

“I can only wish for that child to do well… and to live happily.”

She clasped her hands together, wishing for Raon’s happiness more than her own.

“You should pray too.”

Sheryl narrowed her eyes gently, thinking of the lazy elf who was probably watching from somewhere.

“For your disciple’s happiness.”

*   *   *

Glenn stopped his violently shaking leg as soon as he sensed Raon had arrived before the door of the audience chamber.

‘He’s back sooner than I expected.’

When Raon said he was going to the Holy Kingdom of Schper to help with the holy war, I thought it would take a month like before, but his return was much faster than expected.

‘I shook my leg without realizing it.’

I had intended not to do it this time, but as soon as I sensed his presence, my leg moved on its own. It seemed I still needed to steel my heart further.

“Ahem!”

Glenn cleared his throat and straightened his clothes.

‘Well, the leg shaking couldn’t be helped. But I must not be surprised by Raon’s achievements this time.’

He’d shown too many flustered reactions lately. This time, he wanted to act like the head of the house, not just a proud grandfather, and so he decided to suppress any overreaction.

“This is the Light Wind Palace master. May I come in?”

Raon’s voice came from outside the  audience chamber door.

“Enter.”

Glenn nodded shortly, allowing him to come in.

Kugugugu—

Raon pushed open the heavy iron door and stepped into the audience chamber.

‘My grandson is still as handsome as ever… No, that’s not it.’

He’s grown stronger again.

Glenn could feel the difference instantly. He wondered what Raon had gone through in just a week to achieve such growth.

‘Still, don’t be surprised.’

He calmed his rapidly beating heart, determined not to react no matter what.

“I greet the head of house!”

Raon walked to the center of the audience chamber, knelt, and bowed his head.

“That’s enough.”

Glenn waved his hand, telling him to rise.

“So. Was the holy war in Schper resolved properly?”

“Yes. A demon king had taken root there, so I helped drive her out.”

Raon nodded, saying it hadn’t been too difficult.

“…A demon king.”

Glenn repeated the words quietly, swallowing dryly.

‘Almost lost my composure again.’

It was fortunate that he already knew Raon had some connection with the Demon King, otherwise, he might have reflexively let out a gasp at the mere mention of the word.

“I see. That’s good to hear.”

Glenn forced a calm smile and gave a slight nod.

“The details…”

“And also…”

Raon lifted his gaze toward Glenn and spoke again.

“I’ve gained the support of the dragons, those close to being ancient dragons. They said they’ll do whatever it takes to reveal the Lord’s location.”

He said he had formed a bond with the dragons, his gaze calm and sincere.

“D-Dragons?”

Glenn couldn’t hold back anymore and gaped.

“Is that really true!”

The thought that the dragons, whom he had always seen only as enemies, would offer information and cooperation made him spring up from his throne before he knew it.

“Roenn! Sheryl!”

He shouted in a booming voice that filled the audience chamber.

“Summon the executives! Immediately!”

Glenn completely erased his resolve to hide his emotions and clapped his hands with unrestrained enthusiasm.

‘As expected of my grandson!’

Everyone must hear this—yes, everyone!

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