The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 721

[You have accomplished an unbelievable feat!]

[You saved a Transcendent from the brink of death.]

[You struck down a Transcendent of a different league.]

[All stats increase by 50 points.]

[New Trait <Blade That Cuts Through Death> has been generated.]

Raon was astonished by the 50 points increase, and his mouth fell open when he saw the new trait message below.

“A Blade That Cuts Through Death?”

Seeing the word “death” made it clear that this trait came from Derus Robert.

<Blade That Cuts Through Death.>

It allows one to sever energies imbued with death more easily.

After confirming the power of this new trait, Raon rubbed his chin.

“As expected.”

If the *Flame That Defies Death* was a defensive trait against the aura of death, then *Blade That Cuts Through Death* was an offensive trait.

The aura of death Derus unleashed was strong enough to affect Glenn’s *Mental World*, so a trait that could reduce its influence would be a formidable weapon.

-Ughhh!

Wrath clutched his fluffy, cotton-like head, groaning.

-Are you serious?! Raising your stats by 50 points at once? Have you forgotten moderation?!

He frowned, shouting about how much was being given away.

But the system seemed to completely ignore Wrath’s complaints, immediately displaying new messages.

[The grade of the trait <Eye of Wrath> has increased.]

[The grade of the trait <Ambush> has increased.]

[The grade of the trait <Unyielding Will> has increased.]

[The grade of the trait <Flame That Defies Death> has increased.]

This time, the messages indicated that the grades of his traits had been enhanced.

Naturally, the traits that had influenced this battle the most had been leveled up.

-Four? Four of them? Do you have no sense of moderation?! All of this is thanks to this king’s power!

Wrath screamed, saying he had poured his heart and soul into creating these traits and stats.

-Hmph, finally some peace…

[New Title <Changer of Fate> has been generated.]

Just as Wrath was about to calm down, the system interrupted him with a new message.

-Kyaaaah!

Unable to hold back, Wrath shrieked and started thrashing about.

“Hm?”

Raon, covering his ears, carefully examined the message.

“Changer of Fate?”

The title was too weighty to simply ignore, so he checked its details.

<Changer of Fate.>

However, it only showed the title’s name, without any information about its powers.

“Wrath. This….”

Raon turned to Wrath to ask him about it.

-Koff….

Wrath rubbed his tiny arms against his body, coughing dryly.

-This reward feels like it’s torn all the ribs from my chest. It’s like having your wallet full of money snatched by your mother!

He muttered that he felt drained and sniffled.

-This king doesn’t understand what sin he committed to be sucked dry down to his very bones like this!

Wrath was even on the verge of tears, flailing his arms around.

*Sigh.*

Raon sighed and gestured at Wrath.

“When we get back, I’ll buy you anything you want to eat, so calm down for now.”

-*Sniff!*

Wrath immediately wiped away his tears and sealed his mouth shut.

The more he looked at him, the less he grew attached to the little guy, instead finding him more tiresome.

“Raon.”

Just as Raon was about to ask Wrath about the title, Runaan approached him from behind, holding an ice cream box with a familiar design.

-Ohhh! Mint chocolate!

Wrath shouted “mint chocolate” as if he could see the box’s contents.

“You brought this here?”

“I believed you’d survive.”

Runaan nodded, saying she had prepared it as a snack.

“…Thank you.”

Raon felt more grateful that she had believed he wouldn’t die than for the snack itself.

The ice cream box was cold, but his hands and heart felt as warm as if he were standing by a fire.

-As expected, only the Ice Cream Girl truly understands this king!

Wrath patted Runaan’s head, drooling.

-What are you doing?! Open the lid and start eating the ice cream already!

“Hold on a bit.”

Pushing aside Wrath, who was tugging on his sleeve, Raon opened the ice cream box.

Underneath a layer of frost, four round scoops of ice cream lay in perfect formation.

“Hm….”

Raon took a mint chocolate scoop into his mouth under Runaan’s eager gaze.

He’d gotten somewhat used to the taste, but he still didn’t quite understand why people enjoyed it.

-Kreeeah!

Wrath clenched his fists, trembling as he tilted his head back.

-This is why I live! Without mint chocolate, this king would have perished long ago!

Tears welled up in Wrath’s eyes as he praised mint chocolate. Raon regretted that Runaan couldn’t witness his bizarre reaction.

“Hehe….”

Runaan, looking as if she wanted some ice cream as well, slowly opened her mouth.

“Have some too.”

Raon chuckled and handed her some ice cream.

“Thank you.”

Runaan accepted the ice cream, even thanking him for what she had brought herself. Her cheeks blushed as she savored the taste she had anticipated.

“Garam, you try some too.”

Raon offered a scoop of mint chocolate to Garam, who was hovering over the water’s edge.

“Okay!”

Garam took the scoop into his mouth without hesitation, only to immediately spit it out.

“Poison! It’s poison! It stings my mouth!”

He hopped around on the water, rubbing his tongue with his palm.

-What a waste!

Wrath flailed his arms, demanding Garam pick it up and eat it again.

“You appreciate flavor, don’t you?”

Ignoring Wrath, Raon grinned at Garam.

“As expected from my friend.”

-Tasteless people!

* * *

“…That’s how I managed to stop the person who attempted to ambush the head.”

Returning to Zieghart from the Label River, Raon recounted everything that had happened.

“I see. So that’s what happened.”

Glenn nodded slowly, as if he finally understood everything.

“So, it’s not an exaggeration to say that young Blue Stream-folk saved both your life and mine.”

He added that he had no regrets about handing over the North-South Union’s main body, lowering his hand.

“Yes. I received far more from Garam than what I gave him.”

Raon nodded, agreeing with Glenn.

“I don’t think Garam sees it that way.”

Rimmer shook his head with a small wave of his hand.

“Indeed. That child looked at you as if he would risk his life for you.”

Sheryl added that his gaze toward Raon was more like one reserved for a benefactor than a friend, smiling.

“But why doesn’t Garam’s appearance change? Why hasn’t his body grown after all this time?”

Rimmer tilted his head, puzzled by Garam’s still youthful appearance.

“Did he learn some spell to prevent his body and soul from aging?”

“I don’t know either.”

Raon shook his head. He didn’t consider it a pressing matter, nor had he ever asked Garam about it, so he truly had no idea.

“Raon.”

Sylvia approached Raon, smiling brightly.

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to call your name.”

She linked arms with him, her smile radiant.

“I’m happy that you’re back, that you gained such a good friend, and that you saved the head of our family.”

Sylvia closed her eyes softly, saying it had been a long time since she felt this happy.

Raon watched her serene smile, a small smile of his own forming.

‘There’s only more happiness awaiting you.’

Having defeated King Roman in the duel of life and death, Sylvia would now be elevated within the direct lineage.

With her strength restored, no one in this household would dare to look down on her anymore.

Holding her hand tightly, Raon wished for Sylvia to live happily among the attendants in the annex.

“Raon.”

Sylvia opened her eyes slowly and turned away.

“Did you thank your comrades?”

She gestured toward the Light Wind Division members following behind them.

“All of them fought risking their lives for you. I also received their help many times.”

Sylvia smiled gently, saying their assistance had been invaluable.

“No, we were the ones who received help!”

Burren, glancing at Karoon, shook his head firmly.

“Yes, we received a lot of help.”

Runaan bowed slightly, addressing Sylvia as “Madam.”

“I-I was also helped by Madam!”

Dorian added that she had blocked attacks for him twice, and pulled out some chocolate snacks from his waist pouch.

“No, your presence alone was reassuring.”

Sylvia laughed, breaking one of the snacks in half and offering it to Raon.

-Hey!

Wrath licked his lips and beckoned.

-What are you waiting for?! Our mother’s arm is getting tired!

Though he only wanted the snack, Wrath pretended to be concerned for Sylvia’s well-being, frowning.

“So many excuses.”

Raon took the snack from Sylvia, glancing back at a figure lagging behind.

‘Martha.’

Unlike the other swordsmen, Martha was walking with her gaze fixed solely on the ground, saying nothing.

‘It must be because of the White Blood Cult Leader.’

Today, at Label River, she had watched as the White Blood Cult Leader held his ground against both King Lecross and Ogram without yielding an inch.

Seeing such a powerful foe must have made her feel hopeless.

-I wish this king could handle it for her.

Wrath, who had been discussing the snack’s flavor, furrowed his brows. He sighed deeply, sounding genuinely sympathetic.

“Martha.”

Raon brushed off his hands and approached her.

“This time….”

“You damn—!”

Martha lifted her head abruptly, looking straight at him.

“This isn’t my style to just wallow like this!”

Martha nodded her chin toward Raon.

“If there’s a guy who can come back from the dead, I can’t just give up.”

She clenched her fist tightly, vowing never to give up on saving her mother.

“You said you’d help, right?”

“Yeah. Just call anytime.”

Raon nodded, reaffirming his previous promise.

“Alright. That damn White Blood Cult Leader. I’ll crush her completely!”

Martha muttered curses against the White Blood Cult Leader, steeling her resolve.

“Martha.”

Sylvia approached Martha with a gentle smile.

“I keep inviting you to the annex, so why do you only send meat?”

She raised her eyebrows, expressing her desire to have a meal together.

“Ah, uh….”

“Next time, come over. I’ll prepare all your favorite dishes.”

“…Understood.”

Martha, looking sheepish and meek, nodded without further protest.

As Raon chuckled at Martha’s flushed face next to Sylvia, a huge wall appeared before them—the wall of Zieghart.

Once proud and solid, the wall now bore a gaping hole, as if crushed by an immense force.

Raon clenched his teeth as he gazed at the broken gate and wall.

In the past, he wouldn’t have cared about the state of Zieghart. But now, even seeing the wall in ruins filled him with rage.

It seemed he had truly become part of Zieghart.

“Now that I look, it’s unmistakable.”

Glenn surveyed the un-repaired wall calmly and nodded.

“It’s a breath.”

“What?”

Raon looked at Glenn, his eyes widening.

“A dragon’s breath destroyed this wall.”

Glenn explained that he was sure, having witnessed the dragons’ breaths in the recent war.

“Those damn bastards!”

Aris brushed back her red hair, frowning.

“Should we go hunt down those lizards and kill every last one of them?”

She rested a hand on her sword, ready to go dragon-hunting soon.

“…”

Glenn observed the broken wall in silence for a moment, then turned his back to it.

“You’ve all done well.”

He looked over each of the Zieghart swordsmen before speaking slowly.

“Thanks to your courage and determination, we were able to overcome the North-South Union and the Five Demons.”

Glenn smiled slightly, even giving credit for his accomplishments to his swordsmen.

“N-No, not at all!”

“It was all thanks to you, Head!”

“Yes, you and Raon are the ones who ended this war!”

The Zieghart swordsmen blushed, embarrassed to receive praise from the continent’s strongest warrior.

“After three days of honoring the fallen, we’ll hold a small banquet. Make sure you all attend.”

Glenn lowered his gaze slightly as he announced the funeral and banquet.

“Yes, sir!”

The Zieghart swordsmen bowed their heads, their respect for Glenn growing even more.

“Then, take your rest.”

Glenn glanced at Raon briefly before walking toward the main hall.

Rimmer, Sheryl, and Roenn waved their hands as they followed him inside.

Raon bowed to Glenn alongside Sylvia, then made his way to the annex.

Though it was nighttime, the lights in the garden were on, so it wasn’t too dark.

-Food! Food! Food! Fooood!

Wrath sang about food as he started dancing in the air.

“Tonight, it’s bread and water.”

Raon shook his head. Since it was late, he didn’t want to make the attendants work.

-You damn scoundrel! This king was so looking forward to a home-cooked meal!

“You can have it tomorrow.”

As Raon shook his head at Wrath, he saw Helen standing on the annex stairs, waving toward him.

“Madam! Young Master! Everyone!”

The moment Helen saw Raon, Sylvia, Yua, and Yulius had all returned safely, she knocked on the annex door.

“Huh?”

“Madam!”

“Young Master!”

The lights inside the annex all came on at once, and the attendants rushed outside.

“You’re really alive!”

“Young Master….”

“We’ve been waiting for you!”

The attendants surrounded Raon and Sylvia, shedding tears of relief.

Even Judiel, usually stoic, had a red nose and was sniffling.

“Waaah….”

Young Yua, caught up in the attendants’ emotions, whimpered in Helen’s arms.

“Sorry for worrying you.”

Raon bowed his head, feeling the attendants’ warmth.

“A lot happened….”

“Let’s talk over a meal.”

Helen sniffled and gestured toward the dining room in the annex.

“I kept preparing, thinking you’d definitely return.”

She smiled, saying she’d made all his favorite dishes.

“Thank you.”

“Perfect, I was hungry.”

Raon exchanged a smile with Sylvia. But the one happiest in the annex was someone else.

-Kiyahoo!

* * *

As soon as Glenn entered the audience chamber, he slumped into his throne.

‘This is exhausting.’

Suppressing his soul, which sought to surpass its current limits, was harder than any battle he’d fought so far.

He’d finally stabilized, but he was too drained to move.

“Father.”

Aris approached the throne, frowning.

“Are you really okay?”

“It’s just a little fatigue.”

Glenn shook his head slowly.

“A little? At the end, your sword definitely exceeded human limits!”

Aris bit her lip, anxiety clear in her expression.

“Don’t worry.”

Glenn raised his hand gently.

“As long as I don’t bring out my *Mental World* again, there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

He reassured her that he could endure in his current state.

“Head.”

Sheryl approached Glenn and knelt before him.

“I’m sorry for failing to support you.”

“I’m ashamed as well.”

Roenn, similarly regretful, bowed deeply.

“What are you talking about?! How could we hold him back when he was soaring by himself?!”

Rimmer wrinkled his nose, saying this was far beyond their abilities.

“Anyway, don’t push yourself too hard! If my source of funds vanishes, I’m in trouble!”

He shouted that he still had a lot of debt to pay off, just as a red bolt of lightning flickered in the air.

Boom!

The lightning, twisting like a living creature, wrapped around Rimmer’s entire body.

“Ugh….”

Rimmer, struck directly on the top of his head, let out a black puff of smoke and collapsed.

“See? Perfectly fine….”

He muttered in relief and then passed out, his eyes closed.

“See that? There’s no problem at all.”

Glenn assured them, waving away the smoke rising in the air.

“Roenn.”

“Yes, Head.”

Roenn slowly raised his head.

“At the banquet, we’ll also hold the direct-line succession ceremony for Raon and Sylvia, so make the arrangements.”

“Understood!”

Roenn nodded, his face breaking into a broad smile.

“Direct-line succession? Does this mean Raon and Sylvia will officially become part of the direct line?”

Aris clapped her hands, smiling brightly.

“Yes. That was the promise.”

Glenn nodded, affirming it as a matter of course.

“Finally, I’ll get to hear Raon officially call me ‘Aunt.’ I’ve waited so lo—”

“Grandfather comes first!”

Glenn shot Aris a chilling glare. A murderous intent stronger than during the battle with Oma rose from his shoulders.

“I’ve waited far longer! Don’t you dare!”