The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 615

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“Why are you laughing so much because of Raon?” Sheryl looked up at Glenn with a small smile.

“Exactly,” Rimmer nodded. “Did Raon give you some kind of gift? Your face is blooming with smiles.”

He seemed to have an idea of what had happened, grinning knowingly.

“Ahem!” Glenn cleared his throat and tried to force his expression into a serious one. But his lips twitched, wanting to smile despite his efforts.

“It’s nothing significant.”

“For it to be nothing, that’s quite a rare expression you’re showing,” Roenn chuckled as he stepped forward.

“I said it’s nothing,” Glenn shook his head and frowned.

‘Was it that obvious…?’

He had thought the report would cover his face, but his joy at Raon’s achievements must have made him lower his hand unconsciously. Embarrassed, he used his aura to cool down his heated face.

“Alright, just tell us what Raon did. I’m dying of curiosity here,” Rimmer tapped the report with his fingers.

“Well, if you’re that curious, I suppose I have no choice,” Glenn nodded and lifted the report again, just as the door to the patriarch’s hall burst open and Aris entered.

“Father!”

She ran to the center of the room, raising her voice.

“You received a letter from Raon!”

“How do you know that…?” Glenn’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

“I have someone in the Flying Pavilion!” Aris laughed, explaining that she had placed a source within the pavilion to gather information.

“Ugh…” Glenn turned his sharp gaze to Chad.

Hiccup!

Chad froze and began trembling, so tense that he hiccuped unconsciously.

“Stop pressuring the Lord of the Flying Pavilion. Just read the letter already. That’s what it is, right?” Aris patted Chad’s head and moved forward.

“Hmph.” Glenn sighed in resignation and returned his attention to the report.

“This brat said he was going to train, but actually…”

He explained all the deeds Raon had done in the Sran Tribe.

“What’s with this guy?” Aris burst out laughing as she read the report.

“He stopped a war between the Sran Tribe and assassins all by himself? How is that even possible?”

“Indeed,” Roenn blinked in amazement.

“The fact that there were no deaths in the Sran Tribe is an achievement in itself,” he nodded, clearly proud of Raon.

“Even though he’s used to fire, it wouldn’t have been an easy task. He certainly has a knack for surprising us,” Sheryl smiled, happy that Raon had saved many lives.

“It’s not a big deal, but it shows his effort,” Glenn spoke calmly, though his lips trembled.

“Oh! I need to go out!” Aris raised her hand and stepped back quickly.

“What? Where are you going?” Glenn frowned in concern.

“Raon saved the entire Sran Tribe, so knowing the Beast King’s personality, there’s bound to be a festival! I need to participate!” Aris prepared to rush out.

“You stay put!” Glenn stopped her and looked at the report again.

‘Now that I think about it…’

He reread the last line of the report.

[The Beast King is not letting me leave, so I am sending this report first. My return will be delayed.]

Raon had written that he was held up by Ogrom, the Beast King, and sent the report ahead.

‘Alcohol…’

Even he had only drunk with Ogrom twice, and the thought of Raon being stuck drinking with the Beast King made his head throb.

‘Should I kill him?’

While Glenn seriously pondered this, Rimmer widened his eyes, recognizing the look on his face.

“No! Please, master, control yourself!”

* * *

In an unnamed forest outside the Beast Alliance territory, Karoon struck the darkened ground with his trembling fist.

Boom!

The ground split like an earthquake where his fist landed.

“Damn those bastards!” Karoon, unable to contain his anger, continued pounding the ground, venting the rage he had suppressed in front of Ogrom. After a long outburst, he finally stopped, black blood trickling from his mouth.

The forest was in ruins, beyond repair.

“Hmph…” Karoon wiped the black blood from his lips and collapsed onto the devastated ground.

‘The pain won’t subside.’

The pain in his abdomen from Ogrom’s punch worsened over time. The Beast King’s technique had bypassed his aura and physical defenses, directly impacting his insides.

‘There’s no choice.’

Karoon placed his hand on his abdomen, frowning. As a clear blue light emanated from his grasp, the black blood trickling from his mouth turned red again.

“Huuh…” Karoon controlled his breathing for a while before standing up, his noble demeanor restored. He snapped his fingers lightly.

“Did you call for me?” The first secretary of the Middle Command, Maxian, emerged from hiding and knelt.

“Who was instructing that maid?”

“Steward Verif, sir.”

“Silence him,” Karoon said, tilting his head to the night sky.

“Even under severe torture, Verif wouldn’t talk.”

Karoon’s order to silence Verif clearly meant to kill him, but Maxian pleaded for the steward’s life, trusting his loyalty.

“I said silence him.”

Karoon’s icy gaze sent a chill down Maxian’s spine.

“Understood,” Maxian trembled and bowed. As he turned to leave, he paused.

“If Raon Zieghart has already sent a report to the family, it could cause trouble.”

“No.”

Karoon shook his head firmly.

“Even if he sent a report, it won’t include anything about me. Raon Zieghart wouldn’t act without concrete evidence.”

“But the patriarch…”

“Even if Father knows the situation, he won’t act immediately. Raon will likely investigate directly once he returns. Sever all connections with the informants as soon as we get back.”

“Understood,” Maxian bowed and retreated.

Karoon ground his teeth, staring into the dark forest.

‘Raon Zieghart…’

Judging by Judiel’s reaction, Raon knew he was behind her. Despite that, Raon had interfered, effectively declaring war on him.

‘If you want to die, I’ll oblige.’

Until now, Karoon hadn’t directly targeted Raon. He had thought Raon wasn’t worth the trouble.

But Raon had crossed the line first. Karoon needed to show him how foolish that decision was.

Crack.

Karoon clenched his fists so hard they made an audible sound.

‘I’ll make you regret today’s events for the rest of your life.’

No, he wouldn’t even have the time to regret it.

* * *

Gulp.

Raon swallowed dryly as more jars of alcohol piled up before him.

‘…Drinking again?’

They had drunk so much yesterday.

Since last night until this afternoon, they had emptied ten jars of alcohol, and now more jars were being delivered. It was so ridiculous he couldn’t close his mouth.

‘This is insane.’

While he wasn’t incapable of drinking, the sheer volume made him sigh unconsciously.

‘It was especially tough because of the cotton candy.’

Raon glanced at Wrath, who was snoring softly on his shoulder.

When Wrath drank alcohol:

– Ptooey! Disgusting! Why do humans like this stuff? Spit it out now!

And when Wrath grabbed a snack:

– Haha! Delicious! These barbarians make excellent food! Especially the roast!

Then, when Wrath drank again:

– You drunkard! Stop drinking and eat more snacks!

If he disliked the alcohol, Wrath could just retreat into the bracelet and sleep, but he stayed out for the snacks, making a racket that hurt Raon’s ears.

– Oh…

Even now, Wrath was licking his lips, probably thinking of last night’s snacks.

“It’s a good day, isn’t it?” Ogrom grinned at the Sran Tribe leader.

“Indeed! A good day, good people, and good alcohol!” The tribe leader laughed heartily, clearly in a good mood with no deaths in his tribe.

“Brother!”

As Raon watched the surreal scene of twenty more jars being delivered, a familiar voice called out from his right.

“Hmm?”

Turning, he saw a young man even bigger than Ogrom, running towards them with jars in both hands.

“Garona?”

The young man was Garona from the Black Water Tribe, who he had fought at the Six Emperors’ Duel. He had grown even larger, looking more like a dragon than a man.

“It’s been a while, brother!”

“Why am I your brother?”

“We clashed our souls in battle! That makes us brothers!”

Garona laughed as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ha…” Raon chuckled.

‘He hasn’t changed a bit.’

Garona had declared them brothers right after losing to him in the duel. It seemed he was serious about it.

“Why are you here? I thought I gave you a task,” Ogrom frowned at Garona.

“When I heard my brother saved the Sran Tribe, how could I stay put? I brought all the alcohol when I heard you were searching for more!”

Garona stood tall, his eyes brimming with confidence.

“Well done! Come and join us!” Ogrom praised Garona instead of scolding him for neglecting his duties, inviting him to sit next to him. It seemed the Beast Alliance people lived on instincts and reflexes.

“Bring out the snacks!”

At Garona’s command, various ingredients were unloaded from the backs of beasts. The Beast Alliance’s cooks began preparing meals, lighting fires all around.

– Oh! From today, you are my brother!

Wrath nodded vigorously at Garona.

‘It’s so easy to become brothers…’

Raon shook his head in disbelief. Both servants and brothers could be bought with food. Was there ever an easier demon king?

“Now that another good man is here, let’s start again!”

Ogrom raised a pot of alcohol instead of a cup.

“Great! Brother, you too!”

Garona handed Raon an even larger pot filled with alcohol.

“A brother must have a pot this big!”

“…”

Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at the ocean of alcohol in his pot.

‘Is there no one to save me?’

He looked around hopefully.

Judiel and Jubel were busy talking, and Risern was joyfully conversing with the Sran Tribe members.

“Yes, it was certainly dangerous! But thinking I had to save people, I wasn’t scared at all and just focused on the value of life…”

It was unbelievable how much that former assassin talked.

“Sigh…”

Raon gave up and lifted the pot Garona had given him.

– Snacks! Eat the snacks first!

Wrath pointed at the food spread before them, drooling.

“Drink up!”

“Cheers!”

– Today is a festival!

“…”

Raon closed his eyes tightly, listening to Ogrom and Garona’s roars and Wrath’s screams.

‘I miss home…’

* * *

The drinking continued for over two days.

Ogrom and Garona drank alcohol like it was water, or rather, like it was air, without getting drunk. It was like watching monsters.

“Ugh…”

Raon put down his empty pot, trembling.

‘I’m getting tired.’

Thanks to the Fire Ring, he didn’t get drunk, but just the act of drinking so much made his body feel weak.

– Hehe…

Wrath had long since enjoyed his fill of food and was now sleeping soundly in the Ice Flower Bracelet.

‘I want to stop too.’

After sitting and drinking for so long, he wanted to swing his sword. His hands were itching.

“Ahh…”

Ogrom burped loudly, shaking the ground as he put down his pot.

“Huff…”

Garona, exhausted, leaned against a wall, breathing heavily.

“Well then…”

Ogrom rotated his shoulders and stood up.

‘Is it finally over?’

Raon’s lips curled into a smile at the thought of the drinking session finally ending.

Boom!

But Ogrom brought out an even larger jar of alcohol from behind. The biggest one yet.

“Shall we start round two?”

“Haha! Sounds great!”

Garona, seemingly revitalized, approached with a grin.

“Brother, you’re joining, right?”

He waved Raon over. Raon wanted to slap his shiny forehead.

Raon’s hands trembled, his face pale.

‘More drinking?’

They were truly alcohol-crazed lunatics. They would get along well with the Ogre.

‘Ugh…’

Raon groaned as he stood. He had no strength left for this drinking session.

“Leader, I have a question.”

“Just call me brother!”

Ogrom waved his hand, dismissing the title.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Of course!”

Ogrom waved grandly.

“When you delivered the third punch to the Middle Command’s leader, it seemed like it completely ignored his defense. Did I see that correctly?”

Raon asked about the most intriguing thing that had happened, hoping to change the situation.

“You noticed?”

Ogrom raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s a martial art called Geokhae, brother.”

Garona, who had already emptied his pot, nodded.

“Geokhae?”

“As you said, it ignores the opponent’s defense and delivers the attack’s full force. I’m learning it too,” Garona explained, shaking his head at the difficulty of the technique.

“You truly are a warrior,” Ogrom said, emptying his pot and standing up.

“Follow me, both of you.”

He set down his pot for the first time and headed to a small clearing next to the village.

Ogrom turned and raised his chin. His confidence and pride were unparalleled, even among the Six Emperors.

“In a fight between warriors, it’s about trading attacks and defenses. Who has the stronger attack? Who has the more perfect defense? But…”

Ogrom clenched his fist. A colorless aura swirled and burned around his large fist.

“If you can drive your full power into your opponent, you can win any fight.”

He thrust his fist forward. It moved so slowly it was almost boring, but just watching it sent chills down Raon’s spine.

Smack!

Raon reached out with his aura-infused hand to catch Ogrom’s fist. But Ogrom’s punch ignored his defense, delivering a massive impact directly to his grasp.

Boom!

Raon was flung backward, crashing to the ground.

“Ugh…”

His hands felt like they were being torn apart. The impact had pierced through his aura, striking not just his flesh but his soul. It wasn’t his hands but his mind that felt like it was shattering.

“Geokhae was created and developed like that,” Ogrom spread his fingers, showing a bright smile.

“How about it? Want to learn?”