The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1166

 Chapter 1166

 

“A new function?”

Raon widened his eyes as he approached Encia.

“What kind of idea came to you this time?”

A prosthetic arm was an item that fulfilled its role simply by replacing a hand. Especially the prosthetic arm of House Yonaan made by Encia was so sensitive that it was hardly different from an actual hand, so he grew curious about what kind of ability she had put into it for her to call it a new function.

“You’ll understand when you see… ah!”

Encia, about to answer, abruptly opened her mouth wide.

“God-handsome Raon.”

She shouted that word for the first time in a long while, her eyes flashing.

“No, how do you keep getting even more handsome! How can a human be like this! Really!”

Encia panted like someone who had run around the training ground ten laps, saying she truly couldn’t understand anymore.

“Handsome….”

Raon ran a hand through his messy hair and let out a hollow laugh.

“I’m a mess in all sorts of ways today.”

I had been working busily at the general store, then playing with kids in an empty lot before coming to the head of house’s training ground, there was no way I looked good. I really didn’t know what was handsome about this.

“Just! Your very existence! The air around you! Even your breathing is handsome!”

Encia’s hands trembled as if something inside her was broken.

“I need to finish Raon Zieghart’s Biography quickly. That face needs to be known to the whole world!”

She clenched her fist, saying that writing Raon Zieghart’s Biography took priority over any other work.

“Lady Sylvia! How in the world did you give birth to such a son!”

Encia now questioned Sylvia almost accusingly about how to make such a handsome son.

“That’s what I’m saying. Even I’m amazed that Raon came out of my belly.”

Sylvia gave a faint smile, saying even she was stunned by Raon’s face.

“That’s what you call handsome?”

Sia tilted her head, as if she didn’t really get it because he was her younger brother.

Grrk….

Wrath trembled his fist as though furious.

The King of Essence is far more handsome and beautiful than this guy! Humans do not know beauty!

He gnashed his teeth, as if recalling the time he had once lost in looks.

“I’m really going crazy. He’s so handsome I want to stuff and preserve him….”

Encia murmured endlessly about how handsome he was, adding the eerie word “preserve.”

“Haa….”

Raon let out a short sigh as he looked at Encia’s dreamy, dazed eyes as if she were dreaming.

“Please stop the nonsense, and tell me what the new function of the prosthetic arm is.”

Since being called handsome wasn't really something that stirred any emotion in him, he asked about the main point immediately.

“Ah, right! That! I’ll show you the new function inside. Seeing it is faster than explaining!”

Encia opened the door of the Federick mansion, saying she would show it as she put the arm on Rector.

“Hurry and come!”

Gesturing for them to follow, she entered Rector’s room as though it were her own home.

“Let’s go.”

Raon held his head, which throbbed from Encia’s nonsense, and was about to enter Federick’s mansion when—

“Raon.”

Sylvia grabbed his wrist.

“When did you ask Encia for this?”

She let out a faint breath, as though she truly had not known.

“The day we brought grandfather. I contacted Lady Encia immediately and asked her to make a sturdy prosthetic arm that even a Transcender could use.”

Raon nodded calmly, as if he had only done the natural thing.

“Even while struggling with training, you were thinking of father.”

Sylvia smiled, thanking him for taking care of what she couldn't.

“It’s what I should do.”

Raon waved his hand, saying it was only natural, so there was no need to thank him.

“I even had the time to spare.”

Unlike Sylvia, who had focused entirely on training at the training ground, he could move around freely and handle other matters easily.

“Still, thank you.”

Sylvia patted Raon’s shoulder, saying that, just as Encia had said, she really had given birth to a wonderful son.

“All right.”

Raon accepted Sylvia’s thanks and gave a faint smile. In the past, he would have rejected such words to the end, but now that he understood people’s hearts, he could accept them fully.

“What are you all doing! Hurry inside!”

Encia flailed her hands wildly from inside the room, telling them to stop chatting and come. Even in the midst of that, her eyes were fixed only on Raon.

“Let’s go in.”

Raon took Sylvia and Sia and entered Rector’s room. As if Encia had informed them beforehand, Edgar and Federick were already sitting and waiting.

“Looks like it’s finally over.”

Federick gave a refreshing smile, saying they had arrived exactly when they should.

“Dear! Daughter! Son!”

Edgar sprang up from the chair and rushed toward Sylvia and Sia.

“Move!”

“Dad! Go away!”

Sylvia and Sia shoved him aside, thinking Rector came first, and went to the bed.

“Father, are you all right?”

“Grandpa, does it hurt?”

The two didn’t even glance at the Edgar who had been pushed away and greeted Rector first.

“Seeing you two makes all fatigue and pain disappear.”

Rector smiled warmly, asking if their training had gone well.

“Yes. Thanks to your concern, father.”

Sylvia bowed her head as she looked at Rector.

“I got praised!”

Sia, who had been praised by Glenn, grabbed Rector’s hand, asking for more praise.

“Keuh, they’ve changed already! They used to hug me tight!”

Edgar sniffled as if wounded by Sylvia and Sia.

“Father, save the nonsense for when you get home.”

Raon sighed as he entered the room.

“Hm? Raon, you….”

Edgar’s chin trembled slightly as he looked at Raon’s calm gaze, as if sensing a change in his might.

“There’s a lot of dust in your hair? You should go wash up.”

He spoke of dust, as though he had seen no change at all, only Raon’s hair color, and laughed.

“I should wash, yes.”

Raon chuckled and nodded.

‘No matter how I look at it, they really suit each other.’

He saw Rimmer’s image overlapping with Edgar. He felt slightly regretful, thinking the two would have made good friends if they had met earlier.

“Raon. It seems you’ve done it.”

Rector nodded solemnly, clearly sensing the change in himself.

“I thought you could overcome that wall.”

He congratulated Raon on surpassing the wall and clapped with his one remaining hand by striking his thigh.

“It did feel like something was different.”

Federick also burst into a big smile, as if realizing Raon’s change through Rector’s words.

“No matter what, we really can’t let our guard down.”

He shook his head, saying that whenever he took his eyes off him, Raon’s swordsmanship realm and nickname would change.

“Now, everyone, attention!”

After confirming that Raon had entered, Encia raised her hand high.

“From this moment, I will unveil House Yonaan’s new product!”

She drummed her palm excitedly on Rector’s bed as if telling them to be ready.

“Haaaah….”

Rector only let out a dull sigh, seemingly used to her nonsense after meeting her often because of the prosthetic arm.

“Nowww! This masterpiece is House Yonaan’s new prosthetic arm.”

Encia beamed widely and pulled out a white prosthetic arm from her subspace pocket.

‘Hmm? It doesn’t look that different?’

Since it was supposed to be a new product with a new function, I thought the prosthetic arm would be greatly different, but it didn’t look much different from the one Rimmer had used. Only the muscle and vein textures looked a little more vivid.

“What’s changed?”

Federick furrowed his brow, saying he didn’t understand.

“That’s how it looks for now. But you’ll soon find out!”

Encia smiled confidently and approached Rector with the prosthetic arm.

“Are you ready to hold a sword again?”

She looked at Rector with the corners of her mouth lifted.

“All right. I’ve heard it until my ears bled, so do as you please.”

Rector nodded as if he liked Encia’s energetic personality, and lowered the clothing covering his empty right shoulder.

“Then I’ll attach it.”

Encia brought the prosthetic arm to Rector’s right shoulder, where the horribly healed scar remained.

Uuuuuung!

The white prosthetic stuck to Rector’s shoulder like a living creature, covering his scar, and then emitted a soft light.

“This is… huh?”

Raon, examining the prosthetic arm, widened his eyes.

‘The color of the prosthetic arm is changing.’

The white prosthetic arm attached to Rector’s shoulder was changing color to match his skin. The arm, which had been disturbingly white, now held a tone similar to human skin.

“It—it looks the same!”

Sylvia blinked blankly.

“Father! It really looks like you’ve grown a new arm!”

Edgar also opened his mouth wide in surprise.

“Right?”

Encia grinned as if she had been expecting this reaction.

“Now try moving your arm.”

She jerked her chin toward Rector, who was staring at his new arm in fascination.

“Hoo.”

As Rector nodded as though readying himself, his new right arm slowly began to rise.

Fwoooosh.

Rector’s arm didn’t just change color naturally, it went up and down as if it were truly his own, and even bent smoothly enough for the back of his hand to touch his back.

“Huuh.”

Rector let out a burst of breaths in surprise at the sensation of feeling his arm again.

“How is it?”

Encia lifted her chin as if telling him to share his thoughts now.

“Perfect. It feels like I’ve gone back to before my arm was cut off. No, even more…”

Rector swallowed dryly as he looked at the part where the prosthetic and his shoulder connected.

“Even the shoulder pain has almost disappeared. How did you….”

He trembled his chin, asking what she had done.

“People who wear prosthetics like this often keep feeling pain in their shoulders. So I engraved a healing spell to reduce the pain.”

Encia smiled, saying the cool sensation he felt at the wound area came from the healing spell.

‘Those must be the new functions.’

The color-changing capability and the healing spell.

Raon sensed how much consideration Encia had put into this for the user of the prosthetic and showed a faint smile.

‘Certainly, at that level, calling it a new product isn’t strange at all.’

He nodded, thinking he should pay her an extra amount aside from the cost of the prosthetic.

“So that was it….”

Rector clenched his fist with the prosthetic arm, saying he finally understood.

“Thank you, truly.”

He bowed his head to Encia, saying he was grateful she had made such a good item.

“Sorry for thinking you were a jobless bum. You looked like you weren’t doing much.”

Edgar rolled his eyes as though remembering all the times he had been rude to Encia and apologized.

“Good grief! You idiot!”

Sylvia kicked Edgar aside and approached Encia.

“Encia. You helped us again. Thank you.”

She held Encia’s hand and pressed her lips together.

“No, it’s nothing! We’re not strangers, we all help each other!”

Encia waved her hand as if it were truly nothing.

“And it’s not over yet.”

She smiled as though saying things were only beginning.

“Not done yet?”

Raon blinked at Encia’s words.

“I said earlier that the prosthetic arm had a new function.”

Encia tilted her head, as if asking whether he didn’t remember.

“Huh? Weren’t the color change and the pain relief the new function?”

Raon tilted his head in the opposite direction.

“That much can’t be called a new function.”

Encia smirked and snapped her fingers.

“Our House Yonaan created and installed an energy center inside this prosthetic!”

She curled her lips up, saying Rector’s prosthetic had an energy center.

“A—an energy center?”

“An energy center?”

Raon and Rector raised their voices at the same time.

“Yes. I’ll show you now.”

As Encia touched and adjusted several parts of Rector’s arm, a blue light suddenly burst out of his arm, and a massive flow of mana surged upward.

“How is it? Using the crafting technique for an artificial energy center, we made an energy center inside the prosthetic! It’s an emergency storage you can use when your body’s mana runs out!”

Encia curled her lips up, saying it was her idea.

“A—amazing, truly.”

Raon opened his mouth wide.

‘It’s truly an astonishing idea.’

Putting an artificial energy center into a prosthetic so one could prepare a hidden trump card, honestly, it was a shocking concept. She wasn’t called a master of artifacts for nothing.

“Huhh….”

Rector also let out a breath of surprise as he looked at the hand blazing with blue mana. He continued moving his arm, then turned his gaze toward Raon as though he had made up his mind.

“Raon.”

“Yes?”

Raon answered as he saw the seriousness in Rector’s eyes.

“Since I’ve gained a new arm, I must test it.”

Rector removed his patient clothes and rose from the bed.

“Let us have a match.”

*   *   *

Seiran Island, marking the southern edge of the land.

Above the sky of the green island, called a paradise of plants and animals because monsters did not live there, a golden crack appeared.

Paaaaang!

Like shattering glass, the crack in the sky broke apart violently, and from the dark, distorted space, a man in white shot out.

“I’ve finally found it.”

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes. Bartius, the Gold Dragon who had taken human form, clenched his trembling fist.

“The path that leads to the Lord!”

 

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