The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 606

“I think the same.”

Rimmer leaned against a pillar and raised his left hand.

“When I said Raon was a vessel for the king in the past, I was partly expressing my wish. But now, I believe Raon is fully qualified to be a candidate for Zieghart’s successor.”

He looked at Glenn with a serious gaze, quite unlike his usual demeanor.

“Hahaha.”

Roenn chuckled softly.

“Indeed, his back and shoulders have broadened. He no longer seems lacking to bear the family.”

He nodded in agreement with Aris’ words.

“You are all correct.”

Glenn revealed a calm expression as if he was merely stating a fact.

“To have reached Grand Master at 21, accomplished numerous missions splendidly, and spread his name and reputation across the continent. His capabilities are more than sufficient.”

Even while praising Raon, Glenn’s lips quivered slightly.

“And, as the envoy testified today, he has no shortcomings in terms of mental strength.”

Recalling what Siyan had said, Glenn swallowed dryly.

‘To think he would say something like that.’

Glenn had thought Raon only had affection for the Light Wind Division and the annex, not Zieghart itself.

But the boy had said something Glenn himself had never thought of.

‘Where I am is Zieghart.’

That statement could only come from someone with love for Zieghart.

Feeling the change in Raon’s feelings towards Zieghart, Glenn’s heart warmed.

‘But it’s a bit regretful.’

It was a shame he couldn’t witness Raon say those words and see the shock on the faces of the South-North Union’s remnants. Not being there was a regret that could haunt him.

‘Is there a way?’

Should I capture a dragon?

If it was a dragon skilled in magic, they might be able to use time-reversal magic. Perhaps I could capture and persuade, or rather, threaten them into helping.

‘The possibility is very low, but who knows…’

“Father?”

As Glenn pondered which dragon to capture, Aris waved her hand.

“It’s unusual for you to be lost in thought while speaking, Father.”

“Ahem.”

Glenn cleared his throat and leaned deeply into the throne.

“So, as you said, there’s no issue with Raon being a candidate for succession?”

“No.”

Glenn shook his head firmly.

“He has the capabilities, but not the qualifications.”

“Are you talking about direct lineage again? There’s no rule that a candidate must be from the direct lineage.”

“That’s not the issue.”

“Pardon?”

“Raon still has a life-and-death battle remaining with the former Axe King. Nothing can proceed until that matter is resolved.”

“Ah…”

Aris could only groan, unable to refute that point.

“Rimmer.”

“Yes.”

Responding to Glenn’s call, Rimmer stepped forward.

“Is it certain that the former Axe King has grown stronger?”

“He himself admitted it, so it’s certain.”

Rimmer sighed briefly and nodded.

“It seems he had a spiritual awakening, and Raon played a part in that.”

“The life-and-death battle with Raon ignited it, it seems.”

Glenn smacked his lips, understanding the implication.

“So, defeating the current Raon would be difficult.”

“Shall I go and cut off his head?”

Aris twisted her wrist lightly, as if snapping a chicken’s neck.

“Hahaha, I should be better suited for that.”

Roenn chuckled and bowed his head.

“Even if he’s stronger, I can manage it if it’s an assassination.”

He rubbed his fingers, indicating it was just a matter of time.

“It’s not a bad idea, but…”

Glenn shook his head, looking at the serious eyes of the two.

“As the former Axe King has grown, this life-and-death battle will also serve as a stepping stone for Raon’s growth. We should wait and see.”

He smiled, trusting Raon completely unlike before.

“How boring.”

Aris wrinkled her forehead in disappointment.

“Now that Raon is back, we should have some fun before he leaves…”

She sighed as she started to leave the audience chamber, but then a knock was heard at the door.

“Who… Oh? Raon?”

As Aris opened the door, Raon peeked in.

“What brings you here?”

“I realized I forgot to give you something, so I came back.”

“Is that so? Come in!”

Aris invited Raon inside as if it were her own room.

“Thank you.”

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

“What is it that you forgot to give?”

“Liquor.”

“Liquor?”

“Yes. It’s an elven fruit wine. I remembered that the Lord mentioned alcohol before, so I brought it.”

He took out a wooden, brown bottle from his dimensional pocket as he spoke.

“Alcohol…? Did I…?”

Glenn’s lips trembled as he asked.

“Yes. You mentioned whisky and wine before, didn’t you?”

“You remembered that?”

I just mentioned it casually. No, I did want it, but it was a long time ago.

The fact that he remembered it and brought such a rare elven fruit wine now almost stopped Glenn’s heart.

“Yes? Yes. It’s not the liquor you wanted, but since it’s hard to come by, I thought of you.”

Raon carefully handed the bottle over, bowing his head.

“Ahem!”

Glenn trembled, covering his mouth with his hand.

“I didn’t expect such a thing…”

His heart was beating so fast he could hardly think straight. He barely knew what he was saying.

“Shall I take it instead?”

Aris stepped forward, licking her lips.

“Kill…”

A fierce fire blazed in Glenn’s eyes. He emitted a deadly aura towards his daughter but managed to stop himself.

“Ah, alright. Just kidding, kidding!”

Aris trembled, backing away as she shook her hands.

“Hmm?”

Raon tilted his head, looking at Glenn and Aris.

“Ahem. I’ll enjoy it.”

Glenn extended his still trembling hand and grabbed the bottle.

“Wasn’t that for the old gambler? You brought it for the Lord?”

Rimmer asked, exhaling loudly as he looked at the bottle.

“I intended to give some to the old gambler as well, but the Lord first.”

“Ahem!”

Glenn made an indistinguishable sound, holding the bottle tightly.

‘I won this time.’

Before, Raon had always given the old gambler alcohol first. This time, being first made him happy. He wanted to run out and brag to the old gambler immediately.

“Nephew, don’t I get one?”

Aris leaned on Raon, putting her head on his shoulder.

“Of course you do.”

Raon smiled faintly and handed another bottle to Aris.

“As expected of my nephew!”

Aris hugged Raon tightly, lifting her bottle towards Glenn.

“How about that? I have one too!”

“Hmph.”

Glenn snorted, looking condescendingly at her.

“What’s with that expression? It feels really annoying.”

Aris frowned, feeling ignored by Glenn’s gaze.

“Raon!”

Rimmer extended his hand towards Raon.

“You have one for me too, right?”

“Hmm…”

Raon paused, about to take out the fruit wine for Rimmer.

“Ah! Lord.”

He seemed to remember something and called out to Glenn.

“There’s one more thing I forgot to mention.”

“What is it?”

“When I completed the three-way duel, Rektor gave the former Axe King the nickname ‘Bullshitter.'”

Raon revealed that Rektor had nicknamed the former Axe King ‘Bullshitter.’

“Hahahahaha!”

Aris couldn’t contain her laughter and rolled on the floor.

“Bullshitter! That guy is really crazy!”

“….”

While Aris enjoyed the joke, Glenn’s eyes turned cold and deadly towards Rimmer.

“I see. I’ll take care of it, so rest for now.”

“Yes.”

Raon smiled and handed the bottle to Rimmer before leaving the audience chamber without hesitation.

“I just remembered I’m busy, so I’ll be going now.”

Rimmer laughed nervously, trying to leave, but Roenn blocked his way.

“Could you step aside?”

“Hahaha.”

“I need to go.”

“Hahaha.”

“I’m serious. I’ll die!”

“Hahaha!”

Roenn laughed darkly, not letting Rimmer pass.

“Ugh…”

Rimmer trembled, seeing the red lightning bolts floating in the air.

Rumble!

Glenn’s voice echoed, as red lightning crackled around him.

“I’ll pour that wine on your grave.”

Walking down the corridor of the Lord’s hall, Raon sighed in relief.

‘I need to thank Reyran.’

When he had asked Reyran for a bit of fruit wine, he only wanted two bottles. But she had given him ten times that amount.

Even after giving some to the old thief, there was plenty left to have a party at the annex.

-Forget the alcohol! Let’s go home quickly!

Wrath popped out of the bracelet, showing his face.

-I can smell it! Mother must have prepared some delicious food!

Wrath’s eyes welled up with tears, saying he missed proper meals instead of jerky and bread.

Raon thought it was absurd to cry over that but decided to let it slide as he left the Lord’s hall.

“I’ll make you something delicious at the annex!”

Yua beamed among the elves. Her ability to always look cheerful seemed like a talent beyond music.

“Did you finish your work?”

Siyan blinked and approached. In the audience chamber, she had spoken without hesitation, but now she was stuttering again. She was a truly intriguing person.

“Yes, it’s done. Let’s go.”

Raon nodded and led the elves towards the annex.

Walking while listening to Yua and Hayrin’s laughter, they soon arrived at the annex garden.

“That’s the Zieghart annex.”

The garden, which had passed the cold winter and welcomed spring, was now dressed in green.

“That’s Raon’s birthplace!”

Siyan took out her notebook and began writing and drawing feverishly.

It was a familiar sight, so Raon just shook his head and entered the annex.

As he was about to open the door, he heard Sylvia and the maids’ voices from the lakeside.

Turning that way, he saw everyone from the annex cleaning around the lake.

“Oh? Young Master!”

Helen blinked at him.

“Raon?”

Sylvia, not having heard of his arrival, ran towards him with wide eyes.

“When did you get here?”

“Just now.”

“You should have told… Hm?”

Sylvia, smiling brightly, then noticed the elves behind Raon and gaped.

“Who are these…?”

“These are the envoys who came with me from Sephia.”

Raon stepped aside to introduce Siyan and the elves.

“You must be Raon’s mother!”

Siyan immediately grabbed Sylvia’s hands. The shyness was gone, replaced by a strange boldness.

“Pardon? Oh, yes…”

“Thank you! Really, thank you!”

“What are you thankful for?”

Sylvia, flustered, trembled.

“For giving birth to Raon! He’s the light of the world!”

Siyan’s blue eyes sparkled with sincerity.

“Haha…”

Sylvia looked at Raon with a look that asked what he had done.

Raon shrugged, mouthing that he didn’t know either.

“Thank you so much!”

Siyan bowed deeply to Sylvia, an honor she hadn’t even shown to Glenn.

Thud.

As she raised her head, a book fell from her chest. It was Raon’s biography.

“Sorry.”

“Raon!”

As Siyan picked up the book, the back door burst open, and Encia, with soot on her face, rushed in.

“Lord Raon is here… Huh?”

Encia, smiling brightly, widened her eyes when she saw the biography in Siyan’s hands.

“Why does an elf have that book?”

“Do you know this book?”

Siyan asked, smiling at Encia.

“Of course. I wrote it.”

Encia thumped her chest, claiming authorship.

“I-I’m a fan of that book!”

Siyan hugged the biography, trembling.

“Then…”

Encia approached Siyan and whispered.

“Lord?”

Testing the waters, Siyan grinned and replied.

“Raon!”

They silently high-fived each other.

Smack!

Raon closed his eyes at the sound.

‘Two people who should never have met have met…’

He sighed as Wrath shook his head.

-There’s no food! Tell them to cook now!

Raon’s head throbbed. He just wanted to sleep.

—

“And so, thanks to Raon, we all survived! Without him, I wouldn’t be here!”

Siyan stood at the center of the large table set up in the garden, recounting past events to Sylvia and the maids.

It was her second time after the audience chamber, but instead of getting tired, she seemed more energized.

“Next, I’ll tell you how Raon rescued the kidnapped clan members!”

“Wow!”

Encia cheered with one foot on the table. Sylvia and the maids clapped their hands in anticipation.

-That, that one more…

Wrath pointed to the remaining meat pie with his chubby fingers.

‘No more…’

Raon thought his stomach would burst.

He had already eaten the equivalent of five meals to satisfy Wrath. Any more, and he wouldn’t be able to move.

-Fine…

Wrath sighed, smacking his lips.

-Then, I’ll settle for ice cream.

‘There isn’t any.’

-Why not? Make sure you always have… Kehk!

Raon kicked Wrath away and quietly left the table.

Even without him, Siyan and the annex residents continued their stories enthusiastically.

Raon shook his head and went to his room.

‘I’m tired.’

Meeting everyone’s reactions and satisfying Wrath’s demands for food was more tiring than any battle. He sank into the bed.

‘The life-and-death battle…’

In the sudden quiet, he thought of the battle with the former Axe King again.

At this point, the former Axe King was definitely stronger than him. Even if he opened the sword realm and released his anger, the chances of winning were slim.

At this rate, January 1st of next year would be the last day of his life.

‘The only solution is training.’

Whether there was a mission or not, the answer was to keep training and getting stronger.

There were still techniques that weren’t fully mastered, so he had to refine them as much as possible.

-Wrath will help?

Wrath yawned and shook his head.

-Wrath can crush someone like ‘Bullshitter’ with just a finger.

He offered to help, saying he could easily handle the former Axe King if Raon just handed over his body.

‘I’ll do it. I have to defeat him with my own hands.’

For the former Axe King who had given him two chances, Raon wanted to defeat him with his own strength.

‘If I give it my all, I can do it.’

Just as he organized his thoughts and closed his eyes, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in.”

Raon sat up and looked towards the door.

Judiel entered with a small tray, carrying a tea that gave off a warm fragrance.

“I brought tea to help with digestion since you seemed to have overeaten.”

“Thanks.”

Raon smiled awkwardly and nodded. Judiel must have noticed him eating everything on the table due to Wrath.

“Where’s Karoon? I didn’t see him.”

“He’s on a mission. Since it’s in the south, it might take some time.”

“I see.”

Raon nodded, drinking the tea. The mild scent seemed to settle his uneasy stomach a bit.

“I heard you had a clash with the former Axe King. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. He went easy on me.”

“Easy?”

“He spared me.”

Raon sighed, putting down the teacup.

“If he had been serious, I would have died.”

“Hmm…”

“Don’t worry. There’s still more than half a year left. If I train hard enough, I’ll figure it out.”

Raon shook his head, trying to reassure Judiel.

“Was there any trouble here?”

“No, nothing happened.”

Judiel smiled softly and nodded.

“Thank you for always working hard.”

“It’s nothing. You must be tired, so I’ll leave now.”

She bowed and left, closing the door behind her.

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the closed door.

-What’s wrong?

‘Her smile seemed a bit off.’

-Off?

‘Yes. It reminded me of the past…’

As Raon pondered, a small sound came from the window. He turned to see Glenn approaching.

“Lord!”

Raon quickly got up and opened the window.

“Come out.”

Glenn gestured with a calm gaze.

“I have something to give you.”