The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 624
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Raon returned to the annex before the gathering ended.
He wanted to enjoy the gathering with the Light Wind Division until the end, but he couldn’t attend the meeting looking like a mess, so he left early and took a shower.
While he was putting on his neatly ironed uniform, Wrath jumped up like a frog.
-You liar! This monarch is not yet satisfied!
Wrath swung his fists, seemingly disappointed that he couldn’t fully enjoy the gathering.
‘I couldn’t help it.’
Raon pushed Wrath away and shook his head.
‘I couldn’t spend the entire time there since I had a meeting. Besides, I ate plenty of food.’
Despite eating everything at the buffet to avoid Wrath’s tantrum, he still seemed displeased.
-Food isn’t everything. My subordinates were there, so I had to stay until the end as their king!
Wrath waved his hands, insisting that a king should always stay with his subordinates. It seemed he was more regretful about not staying until the end than about not eating all the food.
‘I thought you were just a glutton. Well, you are a glutton.’
Wrath always showed sincerity to his subordinates, but this time he wanted to cherish the gathering time.
‘I’ll arrange another one next time.’
Since he also felt a bit regretful, he promised Wrath they would have another gathering and pushed him away.
Raon fastened the Heavenly Sword at his waist and left the room. As he headed to the front door, Sylvia and the maids were waiting there.
“Why are you here?”
“It’s your first executive meeting. We wanted to cheer you on.”
Sylvia approached and straightened his slightly wrinkled collar.
“How did you know…?”
“I have a friend in the Biyan Association! I heard it from her!”
Encia smiled, making a V-sign with her fingers.
“Ah…”
You again?
Recently, Sylvia and the maids seemed to know too much about his schedule, and it turned out to be Encia’s doing. She was indeed a peculiar person, rivaling Merlin.
“Are you well prepared? The heads of the round table might treat you a bit differently.”
“What do you mean by differently?”
“The round table meeting is like a small battlefield. Executives argue and even duel to get the best missions and benefits.”
Sylvia sighed, seeming to know a lot about the executive meetings.
“There might be some hazing, but you’ll learn more about Zieghart, so think of it as a learning experience.”
“You know a lot.”
“I’ve attended as a direct descendant.”
Sylvia smiled faintly.
“Oh, I didn’t need to worry. Rimmer will be going with you this time.”
“No.”
Raon shook his head calmly.
“That person. He’s drunk and passed out.”
Rimmer had drunk all the alcohol at the buffet and was now probably sleeping it off in his quarters.
“Oh, well…”
Sylvia blinked in surprise and pursed her lips.
“Raon, you’ll do well!”
Encia reassured him with a smile.
“G-Good luck.”
Siyan, still stuttering, spoke more confidently than before. It seemed Raon’s training was progressing well.
“…”
Judiel, without a word, lowered her head, but her calm eyes conveyed her belief that he would do well.
“I’ll be back.”
Raon waved to everyone and headed to the main building. He walked to the circular building known as the executive meeting room or the round table hall and stood before the door.
“Welcome, Light Wind Division Leader.”
Two swordsmen waiting by the door placed their hands on their swords and bowed.
“Please, go inside.”
The swordsmen opened the door, allowing him to enter.
Raon nodded at the swordsmen and entered the meeting hall.
As he walked through the short corridor, a gentle light illuminated a massive round table large enough to seat dozens of people.
The round table was shrouded in shadows and dyed black, contrasting strangely with the silver walls lit by moonlight.
Several executives were already seated at the round table. A middle-aged man sitting in the middle stood up and waved his hand.
“Raon!”
It was Trevin, the leader of the Iron Throne Division, with short blonde hair and a refreshing personality. He approached with a broad smile.
“Iron Throne Division Leader.”
“Finally, I get to see you here.”
Trevin, happy to see him, grabbed his shoulder.
“We met not long ago.”
Though he spoke as if it had been a long time, they had met in the audience hall after his return, and before that, they had conducted joint training with the Light Wind Division.
“I wanted to see you here at this round table.”
Trevin pointed to the black round table.
“I was curious to see what kind of trouble you’d stir up here.”
He laughed and guided Raon to the end of the table.
“There’s a seat for the Light Wind Division Leader over here.”
The round table seemed to have assigned seats for each executive. Following Trevin, Raon walked to the right end of the table.
Strangely, the other division leaders’ seats were all inside, but the Light Wind Division Leader’s seat was placed at the lowest end.
“Why is the Light Wind Division separate?”
“That’s because…”
“Because he never shows up.”
It was Serena, the leader of the Public Sword Division, with strikingly deep blue eyes like a sunlit lake, who answered instead of Trevin.
Serena, like Trevin, always showed a friendly demeanor.
“Public Sword Division Leader.”
Raon bowed to Serena.
“No need for formalities here. This isn’t a place for greetings.”
Serena waved her hand dismissively.
“But what do you mean by ‘never shows up’?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. Your predecessor never showed up, so the Supreme Sword Master put the seat at the end.”
She clicked her tongue, saying she had almost never seen Rimmer in the round table meetings.
“That’s right. I’ve hardly ever seen Rimmer here either.”
Trevin nodded, agreeing that he rarely saw Rimmer at these meetings.
“I see.”
Raon bit his lip. Hearing about his division leader from others, he could instantly believe it.
‘That damn elf…’
Rimmer had always left the training ground early, saying he would get good missions. Now it seemed he had spent that time gambling instead.
“So, how did we get our missions?”
“We took the ones no one else wanted.”
Serena chuckled.
“Hmm…”
Raon bit his lip.
‘No wonder all our missions were so terrible.’
Thinking back to the life-threatening missions, it was clear they had only taken the ones others avoided.
“Sigh…”
Raon sighed and sat in the Light Wind Division Leader’s seat. As he dusted off the nameplate, he vowed to give Rimmer a hard time.
“How does it feel to be a division leader?”
Serena asked, blinking one eye.
“Honestly, it doesn’t feel any different. I feel like I’ve been acting as a division leader for a long time already.”
He spoke his honest thoughts.
“Just as I expected. You’re a model student.”
Serena smiled as if she had predicted his answer.
“I’ve thought of you as a division leader since we first met.”
Trevin laughed and nodded.
“Really.”
Raon smiled faintly. It was the first time he stood as an equal with them and exchanged casual conversation.
* * *
Glenn stood on the top floor of the main house, which could be called an observatory, with his arms crossed. He nodded slightly, thinking of Raon, who had just entered the meeting room.
‘He has grown, albeit slightly.’
He felt that Raon’s essence had grown a bit. It seemed he had developed his existing skills rather than learning new ones, as Glenn had advised when he gave him the interpretation of the martial arts.
Glenn had thought Raon neglected his training while focusing solely on the Light Wind Division for three weeks, but that wasn’t the case at all. That child had trained himself without neglect while also nurturing his subordinates.
‘He’s an extraordinary child.’
With talent, character, and patience, there was nothing to discard. He was truly the greatest masterpiece in the history of Zieghart.
“Master.”
As Glenn nodded in satisfaction, Roenn approached him.
“There’s no need to worry too much, even if it’s his first round table meeting. Rimmer will be there soon.”
“…He’s passed out and won’t come.”
Chad, the leader of the Biyan Association, shook his head.
“Passed out?”
Glenn frowned at Chad.
“Did he get injured during training?”
“No, it’s not that. Rimmer held a gathering to celebrate the end of the Light Wind Division’s training, and he passed out from drinking too much.”
Chad explained why Rimmer had passed out, swallowing dryly.
Crackle!
As soon as Glenn heard about Rimmer, he clenched his fist, causing a crackling sound. If Rimmer had been there, he would have been turned to ashes by Glenn’s fierce energy.
“Hmmm…”
Roenn licked his lips and raised his finger.
“Shall I go instead, since the Supreme Sword Master isn’t here either?”
“No need.”
Glenn shook his head, looking at Roenn.
“Rimmer is more helpful being absent.”
He muttered that Rimmer wasn’t necessary, just as he trusted Raon.
“But the executives in the audience hall and those at the round table are different…”
Chad also looked uneasy.
“It’s fine.”
Glenn turned away and nodded calmly. He curled his lips as if seeing the future.
“I’ve unleashed a beast. No, a shark.”
* * *
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the executives seated around the round table.
‘They’re completely different from before.’
Although they were people he often saw in the audience hall, their temperaments were entirely different here. The pressure that had been suppressed under Glenn Zieghart, the transcendent, now erupted like wildfire, ready to devour each other.
‘So, these are Zieghart’s executives.’
Both the division leaders and the executives had intense auras and eyes filled with determination. Whether or not he was close to them, he felt proud that such warriors belonged to Zieghart.
Boom!
As Raon smiled in satisfaction, a presence of a completely different level surged, and the door to the meeting hall opened.
With heavy steps, Balder entered. The round table meetings, also known as the executive meetings or division leader meetings, rarely saw the attendance of the house master. However, Balder’s presence was surprising.
“Balder is here?”
“The True Martial Division Leader has arrived…”
“This is unusual.”
“Still, he shows up more often than the Light Wind Division Leader.”
Even the other executives were surprised, whispering among themselves.
“Hmph.”
Balder snorted at Raon sitting in the corner and took the innermost seat.
The door then opened smoothly again. This time, the presence that entered was as enormous and meticulous as Balder’s. With perfectly honed energy, Denier walked in with calm eyes.
Denier made eye contact with the executives and finally looked at Raon. He smiled gently as if to say he had come well and took a seat opposite Balder.
[Does the True Martial Division Leader often attend these meetings?]
Raon sent an aura message to Trevin.
[Not always.]
Trevin shook his head.
[The True Martial Division Leader attends every round table meeting unless he’s on a mission. He’s very popular with the executives because he often yields missions.]
He laughed, saying Denier was completely different from Balder.
Raon looked at the two division leaders sitting at the innermost seats.
Balder frowned as if he disliked the situation, while Denier maintained his usual calm expression.
As the heavy pressure from the two kept everyone silent, the door opened for the last time, and Chad of the Biyan Association entered.
“I’m the last one, it seems.”
Chad bowed slightly in apology. He walked to the innermost part and stood between Denier and Balder, holding up a document.
“It’s time to start the meeting.”
Chad nodded lightly as he opened the first document.
“First, let’s talk about the current state of the continent. Thanks to the efforts of the executives here, there have been no major issues within Zieghart’s territory. On the contrary, we’ve even raised our name by resolving external incidents.”
His gaze fell on Raon over the document.
“But just because Zieghart’s territory is peaceful doesn’t mean the entire continent is calm.”
The eyes of the Biyan Association head shimmered with a peculiar light.
“Eden attacked Sephia, a war broke out between Balkan and the Black Tower, and the South-North Union destroyed the Garam family to gain new land. The White Religion also devoured the Kazan New Religion and began their advance on the world.”
He detailed the movements of the entire continent as if he had investigated everything thoroughly.
“Moreover, the Five Sovereigns are moving subtly. Even if Aris’ faction is quiet, the remaining four are still scheming. Just as a wildfire starts from a small spark, we must not overlook any small signs.”
The head of the Biyan Association spoke coldly about the entire continent’s situation, unlike his usual demeanor in front of Glenn. It was clear he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.
“However, the most attention is on neither the Six Emperors nor the Five Sovereigns.”
“Is it the Sword Demon?”
Serena clicked her tongue briefly.
“That’s right.”
The head of the Biyan Association nodded, meeting Serena’s gaze.
“It is said that a map marking the location of the Sword Demon’s tomb, who was once the strongest in the continent, has appeared. Currently, the map is in the possession of a notorious assassin known as White Shark.”
He even knew the alias of the assassin, showing the thoroughness of his information gathering.
Raon frowned upon hearing that name.
‘White Shark…’
When Merlin had told him, the map was held by a warrior named Muryung. It seemed the owner had changed during his training.
“The continent is in a precarious state, like a powder keg, due to the clashes between the Six Emperors and the discovery of the Sword Demon’s tomb.”
Chad sighed briefly.
“Executives on missions should always be vigilant and control their subordinates strictly.”
After giving advice and a warning, he lowered the first document.
“Now, I will assign the missions. Executives who desire a specific mission, please raise your hand.”
Chad lifted the second document. It seemed to contain the missions.
Raon observed the atmosphere at the round table, licking his lips.
‘I’d like to see the Sword Demon’s tomb if possible.’
Since Chad mentioned the Sword Demon’s tomb first, it was likely among the missions. He felt drawn to it, thinking there would be much to gain.
“The first mission is reconnaissance of Zieghart’s territory, as mentioned earlier. It’s a route from the North Sea to the end of the Northern Mountains, crucial for preparing against any anomalies or attacks despite seeming trivial.”
Chad raised his voice and lowered the document.
“Executives who want this reconnaissance mission, please raise your hands.”
At his question, a few division leaders and Trevin raised their hands.
“Hmm, then this mission goes to the Iron Throne…”
“Wait.”
As Chad was about to choose Trevin, Balder raised his hand.
“Such trivial tasks should be handled by the youngest, shouldn’t they?”
He muttered, looking at Raon as if forgetting Chad had just called it an important mission.
“By the youngest…”
Chad tilted his head, looking at Balder.
“There’s that kid who just sat at the round table for the first time today.”
Balder pointed directly at Raon, clearly picking a fight.
“Now that you’re a division leader and attending the round table for the first time, it’s proper for you to take on such tasks in place of your seniors.”
He frowned, complaining about the younger generation’s lack of manners.
“Hmm…”
Chad furrowed his brow, fiddling with the document, seemingly trying to find a way to stop Balder.
Raon chuckled, watching the scene.
‘As expected.’
Balder, like a beast, moved according to his whims, and Raon had anticipated this provocation.
“I’m aware that there are juniors and seniors among the executives.”
Raon bowed lightly to Balder.
“But those relationships are meant for mutual consideration, not to force unwanted missions upon someone.”
He stated his argument plainly to the frowning Balder.
“As a leader of a martial division, one should take on missions that utilize their full potential. Taking on unwanted tasks out of deference to seniors disrespects this round table.”
Raon sat down again after speaking.
“You insolent brat!”
Balder stood up, frowning.
“Do you think your achievements give you the right to be so arrogant? How dare you question things here!”
“Isn’t this the round table? I thought it was designed for such discussions.”
Raon smiled, stroking the round table in front of him.
“Ugh, yes, you’re right.”
Balder surprisingly acknowledged his mistake.
“But this place isn’t just for discussions. If opinions clash, decisions can also be made through force.”
He clenched his fist, seeming pleased with the situation.
“Today, I’ll…”
As Balder was about to continue, the door burst open, and Aris entered.
Bam!
In a flash, she appeared at the end of the round table and kicked Balder’s cheek.
Crash!
Balder, caught off guard, crashed into the wall, breaking his chair.
“Huh?”
“Ah…”
“What just happened?”
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
“Hey, you old fool.”
Aris frowned, stepping on Balder’s head.
“Instead of helping the newcomer, you pick a fight? So petty it makes me sick!”
“Ugh!”
Balder pushed Aris’s foot away and stood up abruptly.
“Sister! What are you doing?”
“I can’t stand the sight of your pettiness!”
Aris grumbled, taking Balder’s seat.
“Ugh…”
Balder gritted his teeth, unable to do anything but chew his lips.
“Such a waste of muscles, you punk.”
“Muscles? What muscles?”
“Your lump of muscles, of course!”
Aris glared at Balder’s bulging muscles.
“These are not lumps; they are muscles! Even if you’re my sister, you can’t say such things…”
“Fine, I’ll call you a muscle lump.”
“That’s acceptable!”
Balder nodded, seemingly satisfied.
Raon blinked, watching the scene.
‘Is he satisfied with that?’
Despite being hit, having his seat taken, and being insulted, he seemed content with being called a muscle lump. It was easy yet hard to understand.
“Chad?”
“Yes, yes!”
Chad swallowed nervously and nodded at Aris’s call.
“Let me see.”
She forcibly took the document from Chad’s hand and lifted it.
“You guys lack consideration. You should take care of the newcomers.”
Aris then held the document towards Raon.
“My nephew. What do you want to do? It’s your first mission, so I’ll give it to you.”
“Ah…”
Raon looked at the beaming Aris and closed his eyes tightly.
‘Please, stop…’
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