The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1353

 Chapter 1353

 

After bidding farewell to the Thespian Emperor and the Queen of Swords, Raon descended the darkening Martial Blade Mountain.

Didn't the King of Essence tell you?

Wrath smacked his lips as though to say, See? I told you.

There's no need to worry about that Nadine bread geezer!

He proudly declared that he had known Glenn would win all along.

To be honest, you could search every dimension, and you'd only find a handful capable of defeating that geezer!

Wrath nodded, saying that even in devildom, there were almost none, including himself.

‘Can you beat grandfather for certain?’

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Wrath.

‘Things are very different now from when you first saw him and said you could beat him.’

Wrath had said when he first saw Glenn that he could win if they fought for a long time. However, Glenn's current might was on a completely different level from back then. Even Wrath no longer seemed able to claim victory with complete confidence. Grrrgh!

Wrath let out a groan, as though he had reached the same conclusion.

The, The King of Essence thinks he can still win, but....

Unlike before, he stammered in a voice devoid of confidence.

‘As I thought.’

Raon let out a faint chuckle and nodded.

‘Hearing you say that actually puts me more at ease.’

The current Glenn had become an absolute existence capable of matching even Wrath, who was regarded as the strongest among the Demon Kings. No matter how powerful the Heavenly Demon was, Raon became certain Glenn would never lose.

H-He’s telling you, he can win!

Wrath shouted at the top of his lungs.

If the King of Essence had the power of his prime, it would be very difficult, but in the end, the King of Essence would still win!

He ground his teeth, insisting that because Glenn was an aged human, there was still a way to defeat him.

‘Sure. Sure.’

Raon waved a hand dismissively and straightened his back.

‘Dreaming is free.’

Y-You...!

Wrath’s round fists trembled with frustration.

And you're the one who's still afraid of Derus Robert!

He twisted his lips, saying Raon was putting on just as much of a tough act himself.

‘Afraid of Derus Robert...’

Raon stroked his chin as he listened to Wrath.

Otherwise, why would you come all the way here just to ask whether that bastard Derus Robert was alive or dead?!

Wrath snorted, saying it was painfully obvious.

‘You're right. I am afraid.’

Raon nodded with a faint smile.

Huh?

Wrath blinked at him.

Y-you're admitting that so easily?

‘But it doesn't mean quite the same thing you think it does.’

Grasping Heavenly Drive, Raon slowly steadied his breathing.

‘I wasn't afraid of the man himself. I was afraid of what he would do.’

Derus Robert was the one who summoned the archangels into this world and brought the celestials here. His true objective still remained unknown. If he were still alive, he would have been an exceptionally troublesome opponent.

Idiot!

Wrath barked as he wrinkled the bridge of his nose.

You've received the power of the Monarch of Wrath! On top of that, while they may not compare to the King of Essence's, you've even obtained the authorities of the other Demon Kings. So why are you afraid of the likes of him?!

As though telling Raon to get a grip, he flicked Raon’s forehead.

Whether Derus comes back to life or an archangel comes after you, don't concern yourself with any of it. Just smash them all!

Wrath shook his fist, declaring that Raon now possessed the ability to do exactly that.

“Ha!”

Unable to hold it in any longer, Raon burst into laughter.

‘You're right.’

The corners of his lips curled up as he looked at Wrath, who had finally shown genuine anger for the first time in a long while.

‘Since I received the power of the great Monarch of Wrath, there is no need to fear the likes of Derus Robert.’

Raon nodded calmly as he humored Wrath. Although he had said it jokingly, Wrath was right. There was no reason for his current self to fear the likes of Derus Robert.

Tsk.

Wrath clicked his tongue briefly.

Do better from now on!

He glared with his blue eyes as though warning that he would be watching.

‘Yes, sir.’

Raon smiled brightly and waved.

‘But weren't you making fun of me because you thought I was afraid of Derus?’

Finding that odd, Raon looked back at Wrath.

‘So why did you suddenly get angry?’

Wrath had been mocking him, then suddenly burst into genuine anger. Thinking about it now, it made no sense.

Huh...?

Wrath blinked, as though he also found it strange that he had suddenly become angry.

Th-that, even the King of Essence isn't quite sure....

He scratched his head awkwardly.

‘Well, I got what you were trying to say.’

Raon nodded with a smile.

‘But the authorities I received from you and the other Demon Kings aren't the only weapons I have.’

What?

‘Watch carefully from here on.’

He gave a slight nod toward the wide-eyed Wrath.

‘I’ll show you the weapons I’ve forged as Raon Zieghart.’

*   *   *

After descending Martial Blade Mountain, Raon headed for the Beast Union, the Land of Predators where countless tribes had gathered.

“Welcome!”

The Beast King's leader, the Beast King Ogram, ran over with both arms spread wide and pulled Raon into a crushing embrace.

“I've lost track of how long it's been!”

Laughing so heartily that the ground itself seemed to shake, Ogram welcomed Raon as though he were delighted to see him again after so long.

“I-It's been a long time.”

Raon's jaw trembled while trapped in Ogram's embrace.

‘It's been a long time since I've felt this.’

I've grown tall enough to look down on most people since becoming an adult, yet Ogram still treats me like a child. Well, considering the Beast King's physique rivals that of an orc warrior rather than a human's, I suppose it isn't all that strange.

“M-Master!”

Garona, known as the Dragon Slaying Beast, stared at Ogram with a trembling jaw.

“It looks like brother is going to die at this rate!”

Swallowing nervously, he said Raon looked unable to breathe because Ogram was squeezing him so tightly.

“Ah, that must not happen! Sorry! Sorry!”

Apologizing at once, Ogram immediately loosened the arms that had been wrapped around Raon.

“No. It's all right.”

Raon waved his hand with a faint smile.

“You've become even more handsome!”

Ogram slowly looked Raon over from head to toe before nodding in satisfaction.

“You're looking well too, Union leader.”

Raon smiled softly as he looked back at Ogram.

‘He's grown even stronger instead of merely recovering.’

Ogram had done far more than recover the strength he had lost to the White Blood Religion’s leader. He had achieved tremendous growth, and I could sense his confidence in playing a major role in the war against Eden.

“So you're still wearing that.”

Ogram curled his lips into a smile as he looked at the Black Dragon Coat Raon was wearing.

“Yes. Even after traveling across the entire continent, I haven't found a coat that compares to this one.”

Raon nodded, saying he was still making good use of the gift Ogram had given him.

“Thank you for such a wonderful gift.”

“No, we're the ones who should be thanking you. Thanks to you, we've been getting all kinds of commissions for coats modeled after the Black Dragon Coat!”

Ogram chuckled, saying Raon's Black Dragon Coat had become so famous that the Beast Union was still receiving countless commissions for similar coats.

“That's right! A lot of tribes have gotten rich thanks to you, brother!”

Garona raised his fist, saying Raon had brought money flowing into the Beast Union as well. He was wearing an expensive-looking gauntlet on that fist.

“Really? I had no idea.”

Hearing something he had never expected, Raon blinked.

If they were copying the King of Essence's magnificent coat, that would be one thing. But of all the clothes they could imitate, they chose that dreary coat!

Wrath frowned in disbelief. His irritated voice was thick with undisguised jealousy.

“Very well. You should be extremely busy preparing for the war, so what brings you here?”

Ogram nodded, gesturing for Raon to get to the point.

“Nothing special. I came because I wanted to spar with you again, union leader.”

“A spar? Kuahahahaha! Good! Very good!”

He had not expected it at all, but he burst into a refreshing laugh as if he liked it.

“Excellent! Come!”

As though eager to begin immediately, Ogram dismissed everyone nearby and beckoned Raon with a finger.

“No.”

Raon smiled and drew his sword.

“I'm no longer the challenger. You are, union leader.”

He lifted his chin, saying his realm now surpassed Ogram's.

“Huh?”

Ogram's eyes widened as he stared at Raon.

“You've changed a lot.”

He let out an exclamation, clearly never expecting Raon to say something like that.

“B-Brother...”

Garona's jaw trembled in shock at the change in Raon, who had always been so humble.

“No! That's exactly how the Sword Immortal should be! Excellent! Today, I'm the challenger!”

Far from being offended, Ogram accepted that he was now the weaker one and gathered terrifying energy into his hand with an eager grin.

“Here I come, Sword Immortal Raon Zieghart!”

Shouting for Raon to fight with everything he had, he charged forward like a wild beast.

“Don't worry.”

Watching Ogram's surging energy, Raon curled his lips into a smile.

“Since I will take you down in a single breath.”

*   *   *

“Haaah...”

Ogram lay sprawled across the ground, gasping violently for breath.

“It seems I've truly grown old.”

His hand trembled limply, as though he didn't even have the strength to stand.

“Th-that was an incredible duel!”

Garona waved his two hands wildly, as if he never expected to see such a fight with his own eyes.

“An incredible duel?”

Ogram let out a faint chuckle as he brushed the dust off his clothes.

“It wasn't an incredible duel. It only looked like one.”

“Huh? Th-then...”

“Raon controlled his strength for me.”

He bit his lip as if filled with regret.

“The only time he truly used his full strength was with that final sword strike. Everything before that was nothing more than a warm-up.”

Twisting his lips, Ogram recalled Raon's final sword strike, which had transcended the realm of swordsmanship and possessed the beauty of a work of art.

“To think that immature swordsman returned as a true Sword Immortal. Even saying I'm proud of him doesn't do him justice.”

Despite suffering a crushing defeat at Raon's hands, he laughed heartily, looking thoroughly pleased.

“But...”

Garona narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the spot where Raon had been standing.

“Why did brother leave as soon as the spar ended?”

He smacked his lips, seeming disappointed that Raon left as soon as he finished sparring with Ogram.

“Because there are many others he needs to see besides me.”

Ogram smacked his lips, saying Raon's intentions were obvious.

“I think Raon is visiting his allies before the war to raise their fighting spirit.”

He flicked a finger, saying that was the very reason Raon had come to see him today.

“Just look at you and me. Simply meeting Raon has lifted our spirits. It even filled us with confidence that we'll never lose this war.”

“Ah!”

Garona's jaw dropped as though he finally understood.

“That old man once said Raon lacked the qualities to become a king, but he was completely wrong.”

Ogram firmly shook his head as he rubbed the shoulder Raon had struck.

“Raon is already a king. No... he's become someone with the caliber of an emperor capable of moving the entire continent.”

*   *   *

After meeting Ogram, Raon headed straight for the Magic Tower. He had originally intended to visit Balkar and meet Chamber, the archmage of Eternal Flame, but after hearing that she was staying with the Magic Tower master, he changed his destination.

Rumble!

The moment Raon identified himself and stepped into the Magic Tower, the sound of something crashing echoed from the staircase above.

“L-Light Wind Palace master!”

The Ironclad Yuria. The Magic Tower master's disciple and the greatest prodigy of the Magic Tower, widely regarded as the next Magic Tower master, came tumbling down the stairs.

“I-It's been so long! It's wonderful to see you! It's an honor!”

Apparently feeling no pain at all, Yuria bowed to him immediately despite being covered in blood. His voice was so loud that it felt like Raon's ears were about to fall off.

“H-Hello, Sir Yuria...”

Raon swallowed dryly. Despite being a mage, Yuria had shoulders broader than Ogram's and arms just as thick. Combined with the burning intensity in his eyes, Raon felt almost overwhelmed.

“H-Hello! H-Hello!”

Yuria bit his tongue several times even as he greeted him. Raon already knew he was his fan, but it seemed he had become an even bigger one.

“I'd like to see the Magic Tower master.”

Swallowing dryly beneath Yuria's fervent gaze, Raon mentioned the Magic Tower master.

“Y-Yes! This way, please!”

Without even asking the Magic Tower master for permission, Yuria immediately led Raon toward the teleportation magic circle on the first floor of the Magic Tower. Still visibly nervous, he failed to activate the magic circle four times before finally succeeding on the fifth attempt, transporting them to the Magic Tower master's office.

“We're here! I'll open the door!”

As though he had become a machine, Yuria didn't even knock before throwing open the Magic Tower master's door. Despite being the Magic Tower master's direct disciple, he treated Raon as though he were his superior. It seemed he had become an even bigger fan of Raon.

“W-Wait!”

Before Raon could fully extend his hand to stop Yuria, the office door swung open, revealing the scene inside.

“Uh...?”

Raon's jaw trembled as he stared at the Magic Tower master's office, a sight that lay far beyond anything he had expected on his way here.

“What is this?”

 

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