The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 1365

 Chapter 1365

 

"Huu...."

Raon calmly caught his breath as he looked at Glenn.

'It really is me.'

Glenn had declared that he would prioritize achievements above all else when selecting his successor. The Central Martial Palace had also built up remarkably outstanding achievements over the years, but ever since he had become a palace master, the Light Wind Palace had consistently achieved the best results among Zieghart’s armed groups, so it was no exaggeration to say that the position of successor had already been decided long ago.

‘I just didn’t expect him to announce it here.’

And before the war, at that.

It was true that Glenn had said he would choose the successor before the war. However, Raon had not expected Glenn to name him as the successor at such a crucial moment, when the fate of the continent hung in the balance.

‘If I give the wrong order even once, the problem will become serious.’

With Glenn’s declaration of his successor, Raon had now become the second-in-command of Zieghart. From this moment on, he had the authority to command every swordsman in Zieghart, but since he had never trained them to follow his orders, he was worried that problems might arise in the actual battle that was about to begin.

'Furthermore....'

Raon slightly furrowed his eyes as he looked at Karoon beside him.

‘The Central Martial Palace's morale is likely to fall.’

Now that he had become the successor, the morale of the Light Wind Palace would soar to the heavens. On the other hand, Karoon, who had been passed over for the position of successor, and the swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace under his command were likely to see their morale plummet.

“Hmm….”

“Hup.”

The Light Wind swordsmen were worried about that as well, so they could not bring themselves to offer their congratulations first, merely shifting their eyes around, when—

“Grandfather! You made the best choice!”

Evelyn broke the silence with a delighted squeal.

“Of course Raon is the right person to lead Zieghart!”

She declared that Raon was the only person fit to be the successor as she gathered mana in her hand.

"Waaaaaah! Palace master, you did it!"

Krein also followed Evelyn, throwing both hands into the air.

“Our palace master is the successor! He beat the Central Martial Palace and became Zieghart’s successor!”

Completely oblivious to the situation, he loudly declared that Raon had beaten the Karoon and gave a big round of applause.

“Th-that’s enough!”

Dorian let out a shriek and clamped a hand over Krein’s mouth, but it was already too late. Even those who had been about to applaud and congratulate Raon froze awkwardly at Krein’s declaration that he had beaten Karoon.

“Head of house. I….”

Raon was just about to voice the concern weighing on him when—

Clap. Clap. Clap.

A solemn round of applause came from right beside him.

“Congratulations, young head of house.”

It was Karoon. As though the suddenly heavy atmosphere had nothing to do with him, he turned toward Raon and offered his congratulations. It was the first time he had even used honorific speech with him.

“Ah….”

Raon’s lips trembled slightly as he looked into Karoon’s eyes.

‘Not even the slightest jealousy, not even the slightest dissatisfaction….’

I couldn't sense any of it.

Through his previous mission, Raon had become able to see into other people’s hearts with even greater ease than Dorian could. That ability naturally manifested itself now as well, yet not even a speck of negative emotion arose from Karoon. He was genuinely congratulating Raon.

Memories of the countless times he had clashed with Karoon since childhood surfaced one after another. Those red eyes that had once been filled with arrogance, stubborn pride, jealousy, and hatred now held nothing but goodwill so clear it was almost transparent. The nobility of his spirit stirred something in Raon, like a new flame igniting within his chest.

“Congratulations!”

“Young head of house! We look forward to working with you!”

Starting with Karoon’s congratulations, the swordsmen of the other armed groups who had been watching the situation also began offering their congratulations and applause.

“As expected of our palace master!”

“Congratulations!”

“It was always going to be our palace master!”

“Because he took down the archangels and Derus Robert!”

The Light Wind swordsmen also erupted into cheers, as though they had been waiting for this, calling it the obvious result.

“Kahahahaha! I knew my nephew would do it!”

Balder applauded so loudly that it hurt the ears, saying he had always believed in his nephew.

“What do you mean, nephew! From now on, call him young head of house!”

Aris smacked Balder on the back of the head, telling him to learn to read the situation and mind the time and place.

“Brother, try your luck next time!”

Despite being hit by Aris, Balder did not back down and chuckled as he teased Karoon.

"It's useless to tease him."

Aris snickered as she grabbed Balder by the head.

“That guy isn’t a man who’ll fall for something like that anymore.”

She waved a hand, saying that the Karoon of today was no fool who would fall for provocations.

“I know that too!”

Balder shook his head as he pushed Aris’s arm away.

“I mean it too. A man like him may become qualified for it someday!”

He snorted, making it clear that he was not saying it lightly, but because he genuinely believed in Karoon.

“Congratulations, young head of house!”

Burren bowed solemnly, as though he had already expected this. He closed and opened his eyes with a weighty air similar to that of his father, Karoon.

“As expected of our palace master!”

Martha burst into a smile that had not changed in the slightest since her childhood and forcefully slapped Raon on the back.

“I believed in you….”

Runaan gave a small nod, saying that her faith had never once wavered. Her reaction was even more subdued than the others’, as though her sincerity was reflected in how little she reacted

“Young master….”

Dorian sniffled, his eyes glistening with tears. He seemed to be remembering all the time they had spent together since their days as trainees.

“Waaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal! Sword Immortal!”

“Raon! Raon! Raon!”

It was not only the Light Wind swordsmen. Swordsmen from the other factions also shouted Raon’s name and title, their cheers shaking the training ground. It felt as though the war had already ended in victory rather than just begun.

N-no!

Unlike everyone else, Wrath let out a shrill scream and jumped up.

This lunatic is supposed to come to devildom and become the Monarch of Madness!

He still seemed unable to give up on the idea of Raon becoming the Monarch of Madness, shaking his head vigorously.

“Young head of house, come up to the platform and give your thoughts.”

Glenn nodded his chin, telling Raon that now that he was the young head of house, he should greet Zieghart’s swordsmen.

“Thank you.”

Raon nodded to the swordsmen who were offering their congratulations and applause before stepping onto the platform.

‘I should bring up my concerns later.’

Zieghart’s morale was soaring at that moment, so it did not seem like a good idea to disrupt the atmosphere. Just as he was thinking that he should discuss the matter of command authority later, Glenn’s voice came from behind him.

“I know what you are worried about.”

Glenn smiled gently, as though he could read Raon’s thoughts completely.

“You don’t need to worry about our command authority overlapping, so I’m counting on you to take good care of Zieghart.”

He slowly nodded, as though he were entrusting everything to Raon instead.

“…”

Raon narrowed his eyes slightly.

‘It must be because of the Heavenly Demon.’

Glenn would not be able to issue orders while monitoring the course of the war, as he would have to fight the Heavenly Demon in a duel to the death. From this very moment onward, he was entrusting Raon with the role of head of house.

“Understood.”

Raon calmly accepted the even greater weight pressing down on him and stood at the edge of the platform.

Countless gazes gathered upon him. Awe, admiration, hope, jealousy, recognition, pride, affection, and countless other fragments of emotion flowed into his soul.

Yet everyone giving rise to those emotions believed in him as a swordsman. He wanted to give them words that would give them courage.

“I am Raon Zieghart.”

For the first time in an official setting, Raon spoke informally, nodding his chin haughtily like Glenn.

“Do not be afraid. If you follow behind me with your swords pointed at the enemy….”

He drew Heavenly Drive and thrust it toward the clear sky, releasing the fierce spirit burning in his chest.

“I will bring you victory.”

The will contained in the tip of his sword surged outward as though taking physical form, drawing a vivid red trail across the sky.

“Woooooaaaaaah!”

The head of house’s training ground. No, all of Zieghart was rocking. The shouts of the swordsmen who drew their swords after Raon, along with the manifestation of their fighting spirit, shook heaven and earth.

Ha!

Wrath let out a hollow laugh as he looked at him.

He told you to become just a little more arrogant, and you've become ridiculously arrogant! You really are suited to be the Monarch of Madness!

Despite his complaining words, he nodded with a proud look on his face.

“Ahem!”

Glenn also seemed moved by Raon’s words, his face flushed as he curled his lips up to his earlobes.

[That was a fine declaration!]

Just as the ground was about to collapse beneath the roar of the swordsmen, a clear voice rang out from the air.

[Sorry to break the mood, but it’s time to go now.]

Chamber, the archmage of Eternal Flame. She opened a dimensional gate, stepped out, and beckoned with a finger.

“Let’s go.”

Raon nodded as though no further words were necessary and entered the dimensional gate Chamber had created. The Light Wind Palace and Zieghart’s forces followed behind him like an emperor’s red cloak.

“Huhu.”

Glenn gently curled his lips upward as he watched the Zieghart swordsmen following his grandson.

[Your mouth is going to rip from smiling so wide.]

Chamber shook her head from side to side, saying she is sick of it.

“I….”

Glenn chuckled as he walked toward the dimensional gate.

“I never knew I would come to have something truly more precious than my own life.”

He nodded, saying that Raon had become more important to him than his own life.

[Well, I already know how much you love your grandson, so enough of that.]

Chamber sighed and shifted her gaze slightly.

[You’re confident you can beat that bastard today, right?”

She smacked her lips, saying that this was the most important part.

“Didn’t Raon say so himself?”

Glenn stood before the dimensional gate with a faint smile.

“He said that if you follow behind him, he will bring you victory. You all….”

Without hesitation, he stepped into the dimensional gate and confidently gripped Heavenly Tremor.

"Just follow right behind me."

*   *   *

Hwaaaaaa!

Raon proceeded through the stable dimensional passage. After crossing the short passage, which was less than ten steps long, and entering the white light, a vast plain came into view. It was the plain stretching south of the trade city of Cameloon.

“Hey! Raon!”

“Brother!”

A voice louder than a monster’s roar came from the right. Ogram, the leader of the Beast Union, and his disciple Garona waved their enormous hands as though they could smash the sky.

"Y, you're here...."

“Sir Raon! I’ll trust you and follow you today!”

On the left, Larian, the master of the Magic Tower, waved with a voice that could barely be heard, while the Ironclad Yuria jumped up and down as if unwilling to lose to Ogram.

“You’re late just because you’re the main character!”

“Long time no see.”

At the head of the Balkar Kingdom stood Chamber’s true body and Princess Jaina. Jaina was wrapped in so much mana that it felt heavy, as though she had made tremendous progress during that time.

“Master of the Light Wind Palace. No, young head of house.”

From Owen, Greer raised his sword and gave a knight’s salute. He seemed to have heard about what had happened in Zieghart as well.

“Do not worry about Owen!”

Greer raised his brightly shining sword before his chest, as though he had inherited all of the Silent Sword Sovereign's will.

“I look forward to working with everyone.”

Raon bowed to the heads of the Four Kings. Beside and behind the Five Kings, the allied forces that he and the others had brought together were also lined up in formation.

Gooooooo!

The sight of countless people burning with fighting spirit toward the same goal stirred an indescribable sense of emotion. The fighting spirit of everyone here, showing that none of them were thinking about defeat today, fluttered like a flag.

“It seems Eden and the celestials haven’t arrived yet.”

Raon briefly clicked his tongue as he looked toward the empty opposite side.

“By noon….”

Just as he raised his head to look up at the sky—

Krrrrrrrrng!

The blue sky split apart, and a dark crimson bolt of lightning in the shape of a dragon came crashing down.

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