The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 614

Raon furrowed his brows as he looked at the huge man who had suddenly appeared.

‘Why is he here?’

There was only one man with the ferocity of a wild beast and the aura of someone who stands alone in the world. It was definitely Ogrom, the Beast King, whom he had met at the Six Emperors’ Conference.

However, Ogrom’s alliance was far from the Sran Tribe, and Raon couldn’t fathom why he was here.

‘Did you know he was coming?’

– Of course.

Wrath frowned, as if to say, don’t ask obvious questions.

‘Then why didn’t you tell me?’

– Why should I tell you?

‘You’re sulking.’

– I am not sulking!

Wrath turned his head away, clearly annoyed. It seemed he was still upset from being teased earlier. Despite being a demon king, he had a very narrow mind.

“Raon. And Karoon, I presume.”

Ogrom looked back and forth between Raon and Karoon, a smile playing on his lips.

“It has been a long time for both of you. But…”

He frowned as he looked at the bodies of decapitated assassins and the forest filled with gray ash.

“What happened here?”

It seemed he hadn’t grasped the situation yet.

“Have you heard nothing?” Raon blinked at Ogrom. It appeared that Ogrom had come directly here without stopping by the Sran Tribe.

“Everything over there seems to be settled, but something is still happening here, so I came.” Ogrom shook his head confidently, his massive arms crossed, veins bulging as if they would burst.

“Raon, explain. What happened here?”

“Do you really want to hear it from me? The Sran Tribe leader is here too.”

“Do you not understand what that cloak signifies?”

He pointed to the black dragon cloak Raon was wearing.

“Giving you the black dragon cloak means I trust you. I don’t give my possessions lightly.”

Ogrom smiled as he looked at the scales on the cloak.

“Since the black dragon cloak has accepted you as its master, I can trust you even more. Now, speak quickly.”

He urged Raon to speak, indicating his impatience.

Raon looked at the confidently standing Ogrom and let out a small laugh inwardly.

‘His personality is as brisk as it is chilly.’

To trust him just because he gave him the black dragon cloak after only meeting once was beyond his understanding. He felt Ogrom was admirable but impossible to emulate.

Karoon stood silently, his previously intense gaze now subdued. With Ogrom here, he wouldn’t make any moves.

‘He doesn’t trust me and lacks evidence.’

Judiel had never directly taken orders from Karoon, only from her superior in the Middle Command, and Jubel didn’t know Karoon was behind the Phantom Assassins. Since there was no solid proof linking Karoon to the events, recklessly mentioning his name could backfire. Raon had to gather evidence patiently and strike back decisively when the time was right. But he had no intention of letting it go today.

“Then I will tell you what I know.” Raon sighed lightly and stepped forward.

“My maid had a younger brother who she was separated from when they were young. I promised her I would find her brother…”

Raon explained everything to Ogrom, only telling the verifiable facts without any lies.

“….”

Karoon remained silent, showing no reaction even when it was revealed that Judiel had been turned by Raon. He clearly knew there was no solid evidence against him.

“…and that’s how I dealt with the assassins here.”

“Hahahaha!”

Ogrom laughed heartily, holding his head with his right hand. The sound was so loud that Raon’s eardrums felt like they would burst even without any aura involved.

“Because of a maid’s request, you found her brother and came here to stop a war? My instincts were right. You have the spirit of the Beast Alliance in you!”

He pounded Raon’s shoulder with his palm, which felt like being hit by a hammer.

“The spirit of the Beast Alliance?”

“Loyalty! A warrior must have loyalty! I can see that foundation in you!”

Ogrom thumped his chest with his fist, which would have killed an ordinary person instantly.

“Thank you. It’s not an exaggeration to say the Sran Tribe is still alive thanks to you.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is! If you hadn’t come, they’d all be dead!”

He grabbed Raon’s shoulder, dismissing his humility.

“Karoon.”

“Yes, Alliance Leader.”

“What are you doing here?”

“After completing my family’s mission, I saw the fire spreading here and came to investigate.”

Karoon repeated his previous statement, bowing his head.

“Is that so? Zieghart’s swordsmen are all full of loyalty!”

Ogrom nodded approvingly.

Raon smiled faintly at Karoon. That calm expression wouldn’t last long.

“Let’s go. I want to hear from the others as well.”

Ogrom held Raon’s shoulder as they headed towards the village where the Sran Tribe had gathered. White Tiger followed slowly as if understanding his command.

“Karoon, you come too.”

“I will return now. I have nothing more to do here.”

“That won’t do.”

Karoon tried to retreat, but Ogrom shook his head.

“Even if you didn’t do much, coming here is enough.”

Ogrom insisted, gesturing for Karoon to follow.

“….”

Karoon frowned but couldn’t argue with Ogrom and followed slowly.

“Brother!”

As soon as Ogrom reached the village, the Sran Tribe leader ran out.

“How did you come here…”

“I came to have a quiet drink with you, but the forest is in this state.”

His tone was soft, indicating a close relationship with the tribe leader.

“Ah!”

The Sran Tribe leader widened his eyes when he saw Raon held by Ogrom like a doll.

“Benefactor! You’ve returned!”

He knelt on both knees, bowing deeply until his upper body touched the ground. It was a gesture of deep gratitude used by the Beast Alliance’s tribes when expressing sincere thanks.

“Please don’t do this.”

Raon shook his head, feeling uncomfortable with the much older man bowing to him.

“Don’t feel burdened. After extinguishing the fire that spread through the forest and dealing with the assassins, this level of greeting isn’t excessive.”

Ogrom shook his head, urging him to accept the thanks.

“That’s not all.”

The Sran Tribe leader shook his head firmly.

“What?”

Ogrom frowned, not understanding.

“The benefactor didn’t just stop the war but also prepared for any internal problems that might arise.”

The Sran Tribe leader pointed to Risrun, who was standing awkwardly.

“He sent him to prevent any fires within the village, something we hadn’t thought of.”

He explained how thanks to Raon’s foresight, the elderly and children had been able to escape the burning village.

“Wow…”

Ogrom turned to Raon, letting out a laugh. He hadn’t expected this level of assistance.

“How did you realize there would be embers in the village?”

“I assumed the assassins who caused this would do anything.”

Raon, conscious of Karoon listening, made it sound like a prediction rather than revealing the Fire Spirit King’s ability.

“Hahaha!”

Ogrom approached Raon and patted his back. Although meant as encouragement, the impact felt like his bones were breaking.

“You are truly remarkable!”

“Thank you, benefactor!”

Not only the tribe leader, but all the Sran Tribe members knelt and bowed in gratitude.

Ogrom, smiling brightly, then looked at Judiel and Jubel standing awkwardly.

“Are these your maids?”

“Yes.”

Raon nodded as he made eye contact with Judiel.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Ogrom maintained his smile as he patted Judiel’s back, lightly enough not to hurt her.

“Uh, yes…”

Judiel nodded, trying to follow the mood despite not understanding the situation.

“So, where did you send your maid as a spy?”

Ogrom’s next question caught Judiel by surprise.

“Uh…”

Judiel’s eyes widened, not expecting this question.

“….”

Raon didn’t answer immediately, glancing back at Karoon, who remained expressionless.

“The Middle Command.”

“Middle Command?”

Ogrom stroked his chin, then turned to Karoon.

“Isn’t the Middle Command your domain?”

“…Yes.”

Karoon nodded, feigning ignorance.

“I see.”

Ogrom’s fist flashed as it extended toward Karoon with a punch infused with great force.

Swoosh!

Karoon, seemingly prepared, drew his sword to block Ogrom’s punch.

Clang!

But Ogrom’s power was overwhelming, pushing Karoon back over ten steps despite his efforts.

“Was it your doing?”

Ogrom’s eyes gleamed with a deadly light as he glared at Karoon.

“It wasn’t me.”

Karoon shook his head with a calm, almost cold gaze.

“I have no idea.”

Ogrom’s expression twisted in anger as he moved closer to punch Karoon directly. His fist swelled, generating immense pressure.

Boom!

With a massive impact, Karoon was forced to one knee, blood trickling from his mouth.

“I really don’t know.”

Karoon raised his gaze, still composed despite the injury.

“I don’t think he did it either.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

“The Middle Command’s leader was more concerned about me, even killing the assassin leader we had captured. A considerate person like him wouldn’t commit such a cruel act.”

Raon smiled at Karoon.

“Ugh…”

For the first time, Karoon’s calm expression faltered. He glared at Raon with murderous intent, a look Raon was familiar with from the Zieghart family’s conflicts.

– Wow…

Wrath trembled.

– He’s so infuriating. I want to slap him!

Wrath was more annoyed with Raon than with Karoon.

“You cunning bastard!”

Ogrom, recognizing Raon’s strategy, clenched his lightly held fist.

With a sudden burst of power, his punch, capable of shattering the sky, was aimed at Karoon. Even a Grandmaster would die if hit directly.

Vwoom!

Karoon gritted his teeth and raised his sword. A strong barrier formed in front of him.

Boom!

Ogrom’s punch ignored the barrier, striking Karoon’s abdomen with full force, accompanied by a thunderous sound.

Whoosh!

Ogrom waved his hand, dissipating the dust storm, revealing Karoon clutching his bleeding stomach.

Raon squinted, noting that Ogrom’s punch had bypassed Karoon’s defense.

‘An attack that ignores defense?’

Ogrom’s punch had pierced through Karoon’s sword barrier, showing it was an ultimate skill that injected all his power into one strike. Such an ability was beyond Raon’s imagination, a testament to the vastness of the continent’s martial arts.

“I’d like to kill you here, but I can’t.”

Ogrom shook his fist as if wiping off something dirty, frowning.

“But if I find evidence, I will come to kill you myself.”

He growled, staring at Karoon. Despite seeming reckless, he clearly planned his moves, fitting the leader of the vast Beast Alliance.

“Get lost.”

“I really didn’t do it.”

“Shut up and leave.”

“Sigh…”

Karoon glared at Raon as if he wanted to kill him, then turned away under Ogrom’s oppressive gaze.

“Young master.”

Judiel, trembling, approached Raon.

“Will this be alright?”

“It will be fine. It’s insurance.”

“Insurance?”

“Yes. Everyone saw there was a problem with the Middle Command’s leader. If trouble arises when we return, Karoon will be the prime suspect. Even someone as foolish as Balder wouldn’t dare touch us. In fact, they might even protect us.”

Raon chuckled. Karoon might want to kill him more than anyone, but he couldn’t due to the situation. It was amusing.

“Ah…”

Judiel nodded, understanding the situation.

“Whew…”

Risrun, too, seemed to grasp the implications, looking frightened.

– You cunning rascal.

Wrath frowned deeply.

– I am getting tired of your slyness.

‘Really?’

Raon laughed and shook his head just as Ogrom approached.

“Come here.”

Ogrom grabbed Raon’s shoulder again, feeling like a chunk of metal was pressing down.

“Since things have turned out this way, let’s have a festival!”

He smiled brightly as if he had never been angry.

“A festival? There are still things to do. We need to get testimonies from the captured assassins and organize the situation…”

“Leave those tasks to the subordinates! We can enjoy ourselves!”

Ogrom dragged Raon into the village, his strength too much for Raon to resist.

“Contact the alliance and bring all the liquor from my warehouse! And all the snacks too!”

Listening to Ogrom’s commands, Raon frowned.

‘This won’t be easy to escape from…’

– Snacks!

Wrath licked his lips, nodding.

– Tell them to bring tasty snacks!

‘Didn’t you say you were tired of me?’

Raon sighed and brushed Wrath’s head aside.

‘I’m more tired of you….’

* * *

The Lord of the Flying Pavilion, Chad, knocked cheerfully on the audience chamber’s door. His face glowed as if something good had happened.

Rumble.

The heavy door opened, and Roen greeted him with his usual smile, bowing.

“Lord Chad, please come in.”

He gestured for Chad to enter.

“Thank you.”

Chad returned the greeting and walked to the center of the audience chamber.

“Greetings, Patriarch.”

He bowed lightly, knowing Glenn disliked formal greetings.

“What brings you here?”

Glenn nodded coldly. Without Raon in the family, his expression wasn’t pleasant.

“Today, the Light Wind Division…”

“Is Raon back?”

Glenn leaned forward from his throne, looking ready to dash out.

“No, that’s not it.”

“Hmm.”

Glenn leaned back, looking disappointed.

“Instead, the Light Wind Division leader…”

“So Raon is back!”

He straightened again, almost toppling over.

“What is it? Speak quickly!”

“Raon has sent a report.”

“A report?”

Glenn frowned in confusion.

“That brat sent a report while training?”

“It seems Raon has achieved something again.”

Chad pulled out a white paper from his robe.

Vwoom!

With a flick of Glenn’s finger, the report flew into his hand.

“Oh!”

As he read the contents, Glenn’s face lit up with a wide smile.

“Whew…”

Chad’s mouth opened in surprise as he watched Glenn’s expression change.

‘I didn’t know a person’s face could change like that….’