The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 730

Raon finished his light meal, a sandwich Helen had prepared, and prepared to set off.

– Mmm…

Wrath looked at the empty sandwich plate and smacked his lips briefly.

– I could still eat a bit more…

He looked around subtly, suggesting they find something else to eat.

‘There should be plenty to eat at the meeting hall… hm?’

Raon glanced at Wrath, narrowing his eyes.

‘Haven’t you gained some weight?’

Even though Wrath, in his spirit form, shouldn’t be capable of gaining weight, his cheeks and arms were puffed up like well-baked bread.

– W-What nonsense is this! I am the lord of the Devildom! I don’t gain weight!

Wrath strongly denied it, waving his hands.

‘You’ve definitely been eating more lately.’

Raon nodded as he observed Wrath’s quivering chin. Ever since Wrath had been demanding tribute from his “savior” daily, Raon had provided him with whatever he desired, and it seemed he had gotten quite comfortable and chubby from the constant indulgence.

– I told you! I’m not one to gain weight!

Wrath shrieked, shaking his head. His cheeks jiggled like pudding.

– To even say I’ve gained weight is an insult to me!

‘Enough. You’re on a diet from now on.’

Raon murmured the decree as he left his room.

– Absolutely not! I’m your lifesaving benefactor…

‘Yeah, your influence has run dry.’

Raon brushed Wrath aside and headed for the entrance.

‘This is the real beginning.’

As he walked down the sunlit corridor, he thought of Derus Robert. He focused his thoughts, bolstering his mental defenses, so he could be prepared for any move Derus might make.

“Are you leaving now?”

Sylvia, who had been waiting by the entrance, approached him with a smile.

“Yes. I need to leave in good time.”

Raon nodded and stood at the entrance, giving Sylvia a reassuring smile so she wouldn’t worry.

“Helen, the sandwich was great.”

He handed the empty plate to Helen, clasping his hands in gratitude.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Helen replied with a soft smile as she took the plate.

“Raon,” Sylvia’s smile faded, and her face turned serious.

“Are you going to fight?”

“What…?”

Raon turned to Sylvia, swallowing hard.

“What do you mean…?”

Sylvia didn’t know what was going to happen today. She only knew about the Six Kings meeting, a post-war gathering, so he had no idea what made her say that.

“Your eyes look as though you’re heading into battle. Just like when you went to fight in the arena for me.”

Sylvia’s hands trembled as she clutched her skirt in anxiety.

“……”

Raon bit his lip as he looked into Sylvia’s wavering eyes.

‘How did she know?’

He hadn’t raised his aura or even his fighting spirit. He’d only gradually raised his focus, with a smiling face. How had she noticed?

– This is the power of a mother!

Wrath tilted his chin up proudly, exhaling through his nose.

Raon couldn’t understand why Wrath was boasting, but Sylvia’s intuition was indeed impressive.

“I’m not going to fight. I just want to untangle some knots.”

He took Sylvia’s hands and spoke with sincerity.

“Besides, I’ll be with Lord Glenn. Nothing will happen.”

He shook his head, reassuring her there was nothing to worry about.

“I suppose that’s true.”

Sylvia seemed to trust Glenn as she let out a faint smile.

“If anything happens, go straight to Lord Glenn. Or rather, to your grandfather.”

Having once returned from the dead, she urged him to stay close to Glenn as if he were a child.

“Yes.”

Raon readily agreed without hesitation to ease her mind.

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

Raon bowed to Sylvia and left the annex.

‘Yes. This isn’t a fight.’

As he had told Sylvia, this wasn’t going to be a battle, but an outright offensive.

The meeting hall would serve as a place of execution, where Derus would be stripped of everything.

‘For Mother and the servants, I must expose Derus’s true nature.’

Raon waved to Sylvia and the servants, who had come to see him off, and headed toward the main hall.

At the front of the main building, swordsmen from Light Wind Division and Heavenly Sword Division who were participating in the Six Kings meeting were waiting.

“Over here, Division Leader.”

Burren raised his hand, indicating where Raon should stand.

During his leave, Burren seemed to have trained hard; he emitted a sharp aura, like a well-honed blade.

“You’re quick to arrive for training but always slow when it’s time to leave,” Martha grumbled, her brows furrowing. Her aura had grown as strong as Burren’s.

“Raon!”

Runaan waved her hand lazily, urging him to come faster. Her dreamy gaze held a noble spirit. Though her martial prowess hadn’t grown as much as Burren’s or Martha’s, it seemed she had matured significantly in other ways.

‘She mentioned she faced off against Syria.’

He’d heard that Runaan had stood against Syria while he was unconscious. Though she still appeared somewhat afraid, she seemed close to overcoming it on her own.

Thud!

As Raon smiled at the growth of Burren, Martha, and Runaan, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.

“Division Leader, you’re here?”

It was Dorian, who approached with a foolish grin.

“Huh…?”

Raon’s mouth fell open as he looked at Dorian.

“Did you gain weight, too?”

Dorian’s face was as round as Wrath’s, reminding Raon of their trainee days.

“Hehe! Maybe because I feel so relaxed, my appetite’s gone through the roof!”

“It’s not your appetite that’s about to explode, but your belly.”

Martha scowled, tapping his bloated belly.

– Pathetic! Can’t even control your eating!

Wrath shook his head as if Dorian’s lack of restraint was disgraceful.

‘You’re exactly like him, though.’

– T-That’s nonsense! I am a paragon of beauty!

Wrath strongly denied it, shaking his head so vigorously that his chin jiggled like Dorian’s. Raon simply sighed in silence.

“Raon.”

Sheryl approached from the right and tapped him on the shoulder.

“How could the Division Leader be the last to arrive? You should’ve been here early to prepare.”

Despite her scolding, she greeted him with a warm smile.

“Our Vice-Leader isn’t here yet…”

“Is that person even human?”

Sheryl waved her hand dismissively, implying the question was absurd.

“……”

Since Rimmer was indeed not fully human, Raon had no response.

“Come on! That’s too much!”

Rimmer emerged from inside the main building, grinding his teeth.

“I’m a person too!”

He lunged at Sheryl, demanding not to be dismissed.

“You’re an idiot before you’re a person!”

Sheryl furrowed her brows, kicking him away.

‘Hmm?’

Raon’s eyes widened as he watched Rimmer spar playfully with Sheryl.

‘Has the Vice-Leader also been training?’

Though not as drastically as Burren and Martha, Rimmer seemed to have steadily improved his skills as well.

Step.

As Sheryl and Rimmer moved aside, the swordsmen of Light Wind Division and Heavenly Sword Division parted to make way as footsteps echoed from within the lord’s hall.

It was Glenn, emerging with Roenn by his side, standing before the Light Wind and Heavenly Sword swordsmen.

“We greet you, Lord!”

“We greet you, Lord!”

With Rimmer and Sheryl’s greetings, the swordsmen of both divisions knelt simultaneously.

“There’s no need for such formal greetings so early in the morning.”

Glenn gestured for them to rise, then moved to the front of the two divisions.

“Prepare for departure.”

“Yes, sir!”

The Zieghart mages, who had been waiting on the left, moved swiftly to open the dimensional gate.

As Raon gazed at the shimmering blue portal, Glenn approached him.

“Take this.”

Glenn pulled a small dagger from his robe and held it out. It was the Soul Requiem Sword, lost in the Leber River.

“Huh…?”

Raon’s eyes widened at the sight of the Soul Requiem Sword.

“Have you had it this whole time?”

“Yes. I retrieved it from the riverbed.”

Glenn glanced at the Soul Requiem Sword and nodded.

“I was delayed in returning it because I had a new scabbard made for it.”

“Ah…”

Now that he looked closely, the scabbard was indeed new. Its ornate craftsmanship suggested it was made by a master from Balkan, rather than Kuverrad.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed deeply as he received the Soul Requiem Sword.

“It’s nothing.”

Glenn dismissed it with a wave and returned to his place.

Wooooong!

The Soul Requiem Sword emitted a soft hum in his hand, as if happy to be reunited.

‘Yes, I’m glad too.’

Gripping the vibrating sword tightly, Raon looked at Glenn’s back.

Perhaps because he had received it from Glenn, the Soul Requiem Sword felt even warmer and heavier than before.

—

Wooooong!

Raon stepped through the clear, autumn-sky-colored dimensional gate.

Suppressing the churning in his stomach, he opened his eyes to see the Beast Alliance headquarters, where he had once stayed after rescuing Ogram.

Normally, he would have needed to pass through numerous barriers and checkpoints to reach this place, but Chamber and the Tower Master had adjusted the coordinates beforehand, allowing him to arrive at the Beast Alliance headquarters in one step.

“Raon!”

Ogram, who was leaning against a tree massive enough to be called the World Tree, stood up.

He shouted Raon’s name before even addressing Glenn, rushing forward.

“Alliance Leader.”

Raon bowed as Ogram, who was charging forward like a bison, approached him.

“Are you well?”

Despite the toll it must have taken on him, Ogram reached out, worry etched on his face.

“Hold it!”

Glenn stepped in front of Ogram, furrowing his brow.

“If you charge like that, you’ll crush the boy’s bones.”

He raised his hand, signaling for Ogram to halt.

“Raon is stronger than I am!”

Ogram insisted Raon’s body was tough as iron, shaking his head.

“Even so, I won’t allow it.”

Glenn refused to let Ogram proceed.

“I’m not going to devour him!”

“What’s forbidden is forbidden.”

“You stubborn old man!”

Ogram clenched his teeth, raising his fist.

“You don’t understand, Alliance Leader,” Rimmer snickered, watching the two transcendents bicker like children.

‘He’s not doing this to protect Raon.’

Glenn merely disapproved of Ogram attempting a hug before he could, having never hugged Raon himself.

It was a childish squabble, yet amusing enough to draw a smile.

“Are you ready?” Glenn asked, gesturing toward Ogram, who stepped back.

“All set,” Ogram replied with a snort, nodding.

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched them.

‘That wasn’t a question about the meeting preparations.’

The “all set” they referred to wasn’t about the meeting; it was about their readiness to expose Derus’s true identity. Ogram and the Beast Alliance seemed to have completed all the necessary preparations in the past week.

“Brother!”

Just then, Garona emerged from behind Ogram, a big grin on his face.

“You seem to have healed up well!”

He nodded approvingly, glad to see Raon fully recovered.

“Yes, I’m all better now.”

Raon tapped his chest, smiling. It seemed Garona had reached a higher level himself through his recent experiences in the war.

“Raon,” Ogram said, tearing his gaze away from Glenn to study Raon closely.

“Have you advanced to a new level of martial skill?”

He instantly sensed Raon’s improvement, his eyes widening.

“Yes, I was fortunate.”

“Hahaha!”

Ogram burst into hearty laughter, clutching his forehead as he laughed so hard it echoed around them.

“At this rate, the techniques I’ve developed will soon bear the name of Raon Zieghart. You all will need to work harder!”

He chuckled, glancing at the Beast Alliance members around him.

“If it’s Raon, we don’t mind,” the deputy leader of the alliance replied with a serene smile.

“So, Raon, how about becoming my successor…?”

Ogram extended his hand in jest.

“Nonsense!”

Glenn’s forehead tightened with a vein, swatting Ogram’s hand away as his face flushed with genuine irritation.

“I was just joking, just joking!”

Ogram smirked, clearly entertained by Glenn’s reaction.

“Hmm, haven’t the others arrived yet?” Glenn asked, looking around as if regaining composure.

“You’re the first to arrive,” Ogram answered, nodding toward the round building in the back, suggesting they could go ahead to the meeting hall if bored.

“There seem to be quite a few people here already, though,” Dorian remarked, noticing the figures milling around.

“They’re not part of the Six Kings. They’re neutral forces attending the meeting,” Ogram clarified, lowering his hand.

Raon observed the people filling the Beast Alliance grounds and nodded.

‘Just as planned.’

The gathering of neutral forces wasn’t solely for the meeting’s significance. It was to reveal Derus’s true nature in front of as many people as possible, branding him and the Roberts as enemies of the continent.

“Then let’s…”

As Glenn was about to step into the hall, a blue dimensional gate opened in the air, and Chamber leapt out.

“Ah, so far…” she muttered, adjusting her magic hat as she grumbled about the journey.

“Oh, seeing you in person…”

She slid between Ogram and Glenn, pulling out a piece of candy.

“You two geezers have more wrinkles now. Maybe try taking care of yourselves.”

She chuckled, mocking the two elders.

“You’re the oldest here…” Ogram started, but clammed up as he caught sight of Chamber’s eyes turning a shade of red.

“Did you come alone?”

“As if,” Chamber said, pinching Ogram’s side and gesturing behind her as wizards from Balkan emerged from the still-open dimensional gate, including Princess Jaina among them.

“Ugh!” Dorian whispered, recognizing Jaina immediately.

“It’s that bratty princess!”

Raon nodded, smiling. Jaina’s refined face was unchanged, but her mana had grown deeper. She, too, had made considerable progress since they last met.

“Hmph.”

Jaina scoffed and looked away as soon as she noticed them.

“Some things never change,” Raon chuckled as he watched her. Her defiant attitude, even with the restrictions on her, was almost endearing.

“She’s something else…” Dorian shook his head, seemingly thinking the same.

Wooooong!

Following the Balkans, a black-armored figure appeared as Owen’s black-armored forces emerged from a dimensional gate that seemed to devour the sun. The towering King Lecross removed his helmet and approached Glenn.

“Are we late?”

“No, they just got here quickly.”

Ogram shook his head, nodding at Glenn and Chamber.

“Raon!”

Between the knights, Greer, Owen’s third prince, ran out waving to Raon.

“I finally became a Master! Thank you so much!”

He grinned, explaining that he’d overcome the Master barrier thanks to Raon.

“What? I didn’t do anything…”

Raon shook his head in surprise.

“Every time I heard of your accomplishments, it fueled my own determination. Just knowing I once sparred with you gave me courage.”

Greer bowed his head in gratitude once more.

“No, it was all thanks to your efforts, Prince. I did nothing.”

Raon smiled, placing a hand on Greer’s shoulder.

“Thank you for saying that.”

Greer smiled, then turned to Martha with a hopeful expression.

“Lady Martha, I’m now a Master, too…”

“I’m an Advanced Master. You’re still a nobody.” (TL Note: Help me out here. I’m sure there is a better term for Advanced Master, right? I’d appreciate it if you comment it down below.)

Martha tilted her chin up indifferently.

“Ugh…”

The prince slumped in disappointment, his shoulders drooping as if he’d suffered heartbreak.

Wooooong!

As Greer’s spirit was on the verge of scattering, a third dimensional gate opened, and wizards from the Magic Tower stepped through. Unlike Balkan’s wizards, they moved slowly, covered from head to toe in robes.

“Where’s the Tower Master?” Chamber asked, narrowing her eyes at the wizards.

“He’s here.”

One wizard with ash-white hair stepped back, revealing a blond wizard squatting on the ground, bundled in robes.

“I-I’m here,” the Tower Master raised a trembling hand but kept his face hidden.

“Good grief! You look like a vampire! Are you going to die if you’re exposed to sunlight?”

Chamber sighed in exasperation and pulled the Tower Master to his feet. The other wizards seemed accustomed to his behavior and remained unmoved.

“R-Raon!”

A giant figure walked over, removing his robe. It was Yuria from Shinban, whom Raon had met during the Five Divine Order Festival.

The memories of seeing Yuria risking his life to save civilians left a positive impression on Raon.

“It’s been a while….” Yuria, usually brave, spoke with an uncharacteristic shyness in his voice.

“I’ve kept up with your feats through books.”

“Books?” Raon asked.

“Here.”

Yuria pulled out a biography of Raon and opened the first page, asking for an autograph.

“……”

Raon shut his eyes. Seeing the book brandished in front of him made his cheeks redden.

“Wait… is this a new copy?”

“Yes, of course. I have separate copies for reading and distribution.”

Yuria opened a spatial pouch filled with several copies of the biography. He wasn’t normal, either.

“Ah…”

Raon sighed as he autographed the books. As he finished, the last dimensional gate opened.

Instantly, silence filled the air as the Six Kings turned their gazes toward it.

Wooooong!

A blue glow dissipated as Derus Robert, draped in a black robe, stepped forward with his youngest son, Refon, and two divisions of swordsmen.

“It seems I’m the last to arrive.”

Derus offered a polite bow, as if apologizing.

“There’s still time, so there’s no need to apologize.”

Despite being angrier than anyone at Derus, Ogram masked his emotions with a smile.

“Yeah, the old guys just came early,” Chamber said, waving her witch hat dismissively.

“I wanted to be the last…” muttered the Tower Master, already looking exhausted.

“I should’ve arrived first to prepare. My apologies,” Derus said, bowing once more to the Six Kings.

“No need. Let’s proceed to the meeting hall,” Ogram said, pointing toward it.

“It’s not filthy, is it?” Chamber grumbled, chewing on the candy in her mouth.

“Don’t worry, I had it freshly prepared.”

Ogram nudged her shoulder playfully as he stepped toward the hall.

“Ah, Raon.”

Derus stopped in front of Raon as he followed the others inside.

“I heard of your great deeds in this war. I regret not being there to witness them.”

He sighed, lamenting that he hadn’t been there to see Raon end the war alone.

“No, protecting the rear was the more important task,” Raon replied, suppressing the rage rising within him and smiling naturally.

“You’re remarkable in so many ways, Raon. I believe you’ll soon surpass the barrier of transcendence,” Derus said, extending a gloved hand as if offering a handshake, a sly smile creeping onto his face.

‘Is he daring me?’

Derus’s eyes gleamed with confidence, as if he knew everything. His outstretched hand seemed to glisten with a dark, sinister energy, like it had emerged from the depths of hell.

“I’m still a long way off,” Raon said, lifting his right hand and extending it toward Derus’s sinister grasp.