The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 599

“Wherever I stand is Zieghart.”

The auctioneer grabbed his slicked-back hair and burst into laughter.

“That’s not just arrogance; it’s sheer madness. Are you Glenn Zieghart or something?”

His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spread his arms wide.

“I thought the Northern King had arrived.”

“A cheeky brat, does he even know where he is?”

“He’s gone completely mad. Doesn’t even look like he’s from Zieghart.”

“Get rid of the disturbance and continue the auction!”

The auction participants, who had been nervously swallowing their dry throats, now seemed more at ease, mocking smiles returning to their faces, reassured by the auctioneer’s nonchalance.

“I’ll take care of this.”

Ignoring the killing intent filling the auction house, Raon turned to Siyan, Rimmer, and Reylan.

“The elves are being held behind the stage. You three, go rescue them.”

“Can you handle this alone?”

Siyan clasped her trembling hands, worry evident in her voice.

“It would be difficult if I had to subdue everyone…”

Raon glanced at the approaching North-South Alliance warriors and the fierce auction participants, licking his lips.

“But they’re all scum who deserve to die, so it’ll be fine.”

Every person in the auction house was there to buy elf and human slaves. There was no need for restraint; they were all disposable.

“Worrying about that monster is like worrying about the sky falling.”

Rimmer stood up, removing his hood. He even took off the disguise tool hiding his ears and stepped forward.

“Let’s go. We can’t let the children suffer more humiliation.”

He furrowed his brow deeply, drawing his sword with his left hand.

“Leave it to me.”

“Be careful.”

As Siyan and Reylan followed Rimmer, the North-South Alliance warriors surrounding them brandished their swords and spears, emanating sticky killing intent.

Raon took a step forward, drawing his Heavenly Sword. The moment the shimmering sword light flashed, the bodies of the warriors blocking the path were severed diagonally.

Splaaash!

Blood and flesh splattered onto the floor, the red light casting a macabre glow.

“What…?”

“People die that easily?”

“Not just one or two…”

“What the hell…”

Those who had thought it was just a minor commotion now trembled at the smell of blood, feeling a chill down their spines.

“W-Wait!”

An old man sitting next to Raon raised his trembling eyes.

“If he’s a golden-haired, red-eyed Zieghart… Could it be…”

Thanks to the changed lighting, the old man could see Raon more clearly, and he screamed out in realization.

“It’s Raon Zieghart!”

At the shout of “Raon Zieghart,” a heavy silence, like a weight on their shoulders, descended over the entire auction house.

“If it’s Raon Zieghart…”

“The Dragonslayer?”

“Why is that monster here…”

Those who had been mocking moments ago now turned pale with fear.

“Go.”

At Raon’s gesture, Rimmer nodded and ran down. He stepped on the wind, shattering the left wall of the stage and entering.

“Raon Zieghart…”

The auctioneer’s smile disappeared as if washed away.

“If you’re the Dragonslayer, you have the right to say such things. But this is the river.”

He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand. The auction house doors flew open, and more North-South Alliance warriors stormed in, surrounding the area.

“This is where we have the upper hand.”

The auctioneer, his neat hair disheveled, revealed a beastly gaze.

“Kill him!”

At his command, the surrounding North-South Alliance warriors charged simultaneously.

Raon raised his Heavenly Sword, its edge tracing a beautiful arc that sliced through the killing intent in the auction house.

Slash!

The necks of the North-South Alliance warriors, charging with spears and swords, fell like ripe apples.

Only the sticky sound of blood dripping onto the floor remained.

“W-What is this…”

The auctioneer trembled, collapsing to the floor. Everyone in the auction house was paralyzed with fear, unable to move a finger.

Raon stepped down the stage, his feet splashing in the pooling blood. The auctioneer’s face turned deathly pale.

“W-What are you doing? Stop him! If we leave him alone, we’ll all die!”

The auctioneer shouted for the participants to send their bodyguards to stop Raon.

“Ugh!”

“Stop him!”

“You too, go!”

“There’s no problem if we take care of that monster!”

Convinced by the auctioneer, the participants sent their bodyguards to block Raon.

With the remaining North-South Alliance warriors moving in, Raon was surrounded by over a hundred people.

“Coming to me makes it easier.”

Raon smirked coldly, raising his Heavenly Sword. A crimson wave erupted from the blade, scattering fiery petals.

Mana Technique – Heavenly Fire.

Flames.

The flower petals, initially drifting like dandelion seeds, suddenly accelerated, piercing the hearts of the warriors.

“A flower…?”

“Block it!”

Realizing their danger, the warriors tried to defend themselves with all their might, but it was too late.

Boom!

The fragments of flames exploded upon contact with their bodies, burning their flesh.

“Aaaargh!”

“Gaaah!”

Master-level warriors, intermediate-level masters, it didn’t matter. Those touched by the crimson blade couldn’t withstand even a single strike before dying.

After cutting down all the warriors, Raon looked at Dorian.

“Block the door.”

“Yes.”

Dorian nodded, standing firm by the auction house door, displaying a resolve to not budge no matter who came.

“He’s become quite useful now.”

Wrath chuckled, watching Dorian.

“W-Wait!”

As Raon descended the stage, the old man who had bought the elf named Kashia approached, kneeling.

“I-I am Gizen of the Pansian Family. We’ve been allies with Zieghart for 50 years…”

“Then that alliance ends now.”

Raon beheaded the self-proclaimed ally.

“What…?”

Gizen grasped his split neck in disbelief before collapsing.

Raon walked through the silent auction house, stepping onto the stage.

“Aaah…”

The auctioneer, his eyes bulging with veins, tried to back away.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard such filthy talk.”

Raon smirked, slicing through the auctioneer’s legs.

“Aaaargh!”

The auctioneer writhed, screaming in pain.

“I wanted to cut your mouth first…”

Raon’s eyes glinted menacingly as he grabbed the auctioneer’s face.

“But I have a lot to ask you.”

—

In an opulent room adorned with beast and monster skins, a young man in a white tiger skin robe savored a pile of gold coins.

“Making money is disgustingly easy compared to banditry.”

He laughed, stuffing the gold into a pouch.

“Desire truly is the best product… Hmm?”

The young man looked up, sensing something unusual. The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a black suit rushed in.

“Rektor! There’s a problem!”

“I can feel it too.”

Rektor narrowed his eyes at the ceiling.

“Who’s here?”

“An elf infiltrated among the guests! They’re causing a commotion in the auction house.”

“How did an elf find this place? It’s not just the gambling hall; they need an invitation to reach the auction house.”

“I don’t know…”

The middle-aged man bowed his head, confused.

“Well, we’ll find out once we catch them.”

Rektor waved his hand dismissively.

“Eren will handle it well.”

He channeled aura into a crystal ball on the desk. The transparent sphere darkened, showing the auction house’s scene.

“Smart. Using not only our men but also the guards the pigs brought… What?”

Rektor’s eyes widened as he saw a man with a sword massacring dozens with a single strike.

“That’s an elf?”

“Yes, five of them, all elves…”

“No.”

Rektor shook his head firmly, laughing.

“That’s Raon Zieghart. Not just any elf.”

“Raon Zieghart?”

“The young monster who slayed the dragon.”

Rektor’s eyes narrowed, lifting the crystal ball.

“He’s insane.”

The last time he saw Raon was at the Gazelle River with the Northern King. It had been just over two years, but that monster had grown unbelievably strong.

“I can’t beat him…”

Rektor admitted his own strength wasn’t enough against Raon. He might only be able to delay him.

“Hmm…”

Rektor bit his lip, turning away.

“No choice.”

He opened a drawer, taking out a white and a gray paper, both emitting a strange light.

Rektor wrote on the paper, informing that Raon Zieghart had arrived, and pondered for a moment.

“Who should I call…”

As he hesitated, Raon, having subdued and tortured Eren, turned around. Noticing the crystal ball, Raon mouthed words.

So, you’re there.

Rektor, meeting Raon’s red gaze, shivered.

“No time to think.”

He burned both papers, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Anyone, just come quickly.”

—

“Spare me…”

“Have you ever spared those who begged for their lives?”

Raon coldly smiled at the pleading auctioneer.

“That’s…”

The auctioneer’s lips trembled as he averted his gaze.

“From the moment you spoke those vile words to the orphaned child, your fate was sealed.”

Raon snapped his neck, deeming the sword too precious for him.

“Urrgh…”

The auctioneer, paralyzed with fear and pain, twitched before dying.

As Raon set the auctioneer’s body down, Rimmer, Siyan, and Reylan ascended the stage. Their clothes, too, were soaked in blood, suggesting they had fought hard.

Alongside them stood around twenty elves, dressed in human-pleasing makeup and dresses. Though still beautiful, their appearance was tinged with sadness and bitterness.

“Please, go on ahead.”

Raon wiped the blood from his hands and pointed towards the auction house door.

“What about you, Raon?”

Siyan asked, her breath trembling.

“I have some unfinished business.”

“Unfinished business?”

“Are you planning to destroy this place?”

Rimmer gestured around the auction house with his finger.

“You know me well.”

Raon chuckled, nodding.

“I know your nature.”

Rimmer chuckled, tapping his sword’s sheath.

“I’d love to do it myself, but I’ve got to take care of these kids. This time, I’ll let you have it. Let’s go.”

He carried a young elf in his arms and headed up the auction house stairs.

“Be careful.”

“We’ll head out first.”

Siyan and Reylan followed Rimmer, guiding the other elves outside.

“Dorian.”

At Raon’s call, Dorian nodded confidently and approached him.

“Should I clear the way?”

“No, gather all the items and money here.”

“What…?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I said, collect all the auction items and money here.”

“Oh…”

“When you’re done, leave on your own.”

Raon left those words behind and punched the stage floor.

Boom!

The floor shattered, revealing a second gambling hall beneath. Though empty of gamblers or dealers, assassins hidden in the shadows lunged at him, aiming for a moment when he couldn’t move in mid-air.

Raon swung the Heavenly Sword to his right. The blade’s arc traced a red comet-like path, scattering intense heat.

Slash!

The assassins, unable to react, were killed mid-air, their eyes wide with disbelief as they fell.

Thud!

Landing on the ground, Raon stomped hard. The floor crumbled further, and he descended another level.

In the gaudy room decorated with beast and monster skins, a man wearing a white tiger skin coat sat at the center. A yellow bandana tied around his head accentuated his sharp forehead.

“You…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he recognized the man.

“Didn’t you say you were a bandit?”

The man before him was Rektor, a North-South Union warrior Raon had first encountered during a mission to track down bandits and later at the Gazelle River.

“A wage earner has to follow orders from above.”

Rektor chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Considering that, it looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Raon scoffed, glancing around the opulent room and Rektor’s lavish white tiger skin coat.

“Who doesn’t love money?”

Rektor chuckled, shaking his head.

“But you seem to pursue only strength.”

His gaze wavered slightly.

“Your power is astonishing. Did you receive the devil’s blessing?”

Rektor’s eyes trembled with incredulity.

-This guy wasn’t blessed by a devil; he extorted it from a demon lord!

Wrath denied, shaking his head.

“Enough chit-chat.”

Raon raised the Heavenly Sword, now free of any bloodstains.

“Where’s the ledger with the names of the people who bought the elves?”

“…Why would we have such a ledger?”

Rektor’s previously confident voice wavered.

“As expected, there is one.”

Raon’s cold smile widened as he saw through Rektor’s lie.

“Annoyingly perceptive.”

Rektor gritted his teeth, shaking his head.

“You scum would never miss a chance to hold someone’s weakness.”

“Yes, we do have one. But we’re a group with some principles. We can’t just hand it over.”

Rektor clenched his fists, his stance shifting into a combat-ready position.

“I’ll decide after seeing your level.”

“…”

Raon didn’t respond, instead drawing a semicircle with his Heavenly Sword. The elegant curve of the blade unleashed a crimson wave, slicing through the air at extreme speed.

Slash!

The silver blade, reflecting the ornate ceiling lights, cut through Rektor’s right side.

Splurt!

Rektor’s right arm was torn off as if it had been bitten off by a beast.

“Aaaaah!”

Rektor screamed, a beat behind the pain.

“I’m not someone you can evaluate.”

Raon pointed the now bloodless Heavenly Sword at the ground.

“Talk. Where’s the ledger?”