The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 740

Glenn smiled more deeply as he observed Raon’s startled, wavering eyes.

‘This is my answer.’

He had deliberated endlessly.

Should he call Raon and ask directly? Or mobilize the Black Market and the Shadow Agents to secretly investigate him?

Even beyond those considerations, Glenn had agonized over whether he even had the right to ask about Raon’s circumstances.

After the destruction of the Robert family, thoughts swirled endlessly in his mind, making it hard to even look Raon in the eye.

‘It was a simple fool who gave me clarity.’

When he found himself unable to make a decision about Raon, Ogram’s words snapped him out of his turmoil. Ogram’s declaration—that he would trust Raon to the end because the boy had saved his life—cleared the fog in Glenn’s mind.

‘But I’m not the same as that fool.’

Trusting the grandson he had personally accepted into the family didn’t mean blind faith, as Ogram had expressed. It was because Glenn had watched Raon from the moment of his birth to the present, knowing the boy better than anyone.

Sylvia might think she brought Raon to the annex after 100 days, but Glenn had been watching him since he was nicknamed “Sunshine.”

Raon’s first cry, first steps, first laughter, first training, first sparring, first mission, and finally becoming a formal swordsman—Glenn had been there for all of it.

‘Raon’s true talent isn’t in martial arts.’

Though Raon was strong and resolute, he was also incredibly compassionate toward the weak. The saying “strong against the strong, weak toward the weak” fit him perfectly.

‘Thanks to him, the Zieghart name has risen beyond its prime.’

Through Raon’s achievements, the Zieghart family’s formerly ruthless reputation was now coupled with honor and chivalry. It was even rumored to be the most righteous family on the continent.

‘If I can’t trust him, I can’t trust anyone.’

This wasn’t about evasion or retreat—it was a fundamental act of faith in Raon, the grandson Glenn had watched over his entire life.

Raon paused as he observed Glenn, who now wore a relaxed smile unlike any Raon had seen before.

‘I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Patriarch smile like this….’

Though Raon had witnessed Glenn smile a few times, they had always been heavy, dry, or sarcastic. This warm and peaceful smile was entirely new.

‘He truly intends to believe in me.’

Raon understood that Glenn wasn’t speaking as the patriarch of Zieghart but as a grandfather who trusted his grandson.

Raon bit his lip.

‘What is this feeling…?’

His chest felt warm and ticklish, like snuggling under a blanket still warm from the sun. A pleasant drowsiness spread through his entire body.

“Everyone has secrets they can’t reveal or worries about speaking openly,” Glenn said softly, watching Raon swallow nervously. “I’m no exception.”

Memories of his past—pursuing war and power, guilt over Raon and Sylvia, and his distorted affection for the family—crowded Glenn’s mind.

“Raon, when the time comes when you can speak freely, when you can reveal everything…”

Glenn placed a hand on Raon’s shoulder, showing an unguarded, genuine smile.

“Come to me. I’ll share my secrets with you as well.”

“Ah….”

Raon felt a pang of frustration—not with Glenn, but with himself.

‘Even if the Patriarch believes in me, I can’t explain everything.’

He couldn’t reveal that he had been raised and killed by Derus, or that he harbored the Demon King Wrath. Such truths would only distance him further from Glenn’s trust.

The thought of Sylvia rejecting him, the annex family turning away, or losing his comrades in the Light Wind Division left him speechless. The very life he had built as Raon Zieghart could crumble.

Yet Glenn’s warm smile made Raon’s heart ache even more.

– “Just a little.”

Wrath lowered his gaze, unusually calm.

– “Tell him just a little about me.”

Wrath nodded as if sharing Raon’s thoughts, saying it felt like the right moment.

‘Alright.’

Raon nodded back to Wrath, lifting his head.

“You’re right, Patriarch.”

He took a step closer to Glenn and moistened his lips.

“I can’t say how or when it happened, but Derus Robert and I share a grudge that makes it impossible for us to coexist under the same sky.”

“Understood.”

Glenn nodded calmly, not pressing him further.

“And it’s true that I possess another power beyond Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation.”

Raon glanced at Wrath, who floated silently nearby, and exhaled.

“It may feel malicious or malevolent, but it isn’t. It’s simple yet loyal, a bit gluttonous but deeply caring—it’s the power of my friend.”

Raon smiled genuinely as he spoke the word “friend.” (TL Note: Awwww…)

‘Friend is the perfect term.’

Thanks to Wrath, Raon had seen a broader world, saved countless lives, and achieved half his dreams. Once an enemy who appeared in his childhood, Wrath was now his closest companion.

– “Why… why would I be your friend?!”

Wrath’s face flushed red as he shook his head vehemently.

– “I-I don’t have friends! I only take subordinates!”

Though Wrath turned away, his trembling shoulders betrayed his embarrassment rather than anger.

“My friend also told me something: the angels use divine power as naturally as humans breathe. When Uriel wrapped himself in golden light, ignoring magic and aura, that was a technique called Spirit Manifestation.”

Raon shared the information about the angels that Wrath had provided.

“Thank you. That will be a great help in future battles.”

Glenn nodded, his back to the sea.

“For a while now, I’ve felt a mysterious aura from you. As you said, it’s both serene and cold yet warm and steady. If your friend is the source, I hope to meet them someday.”

He smiled faintly, suggesting he would wait patiently to be introduced to Wrath.

“Yes, I’ll be sure to introduce him.”

Raon bowed, making the promise.

“Very well.”

Glenn finished his words and turned to leave the beach.

“Let’s return.”

He gently patted Raon’s shoulder and walked back toward the quarters, looking utterly at peace.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

Raon bowed deeply toward Glenn’s retreating figure.

“…Grandfather.” (TL Note: Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh. We may need an ambulance for our grandfather here!)

He called out softly, his voice trembling slightly.

“Ugh…”

Glenn halted as if struck by a blade.

“G-Grandfather?”

Raon hurriedly ran after him, repeating the word.

“Enough! If I hear that again, I’ll die on the spot!”

Glenn waved his hand sharply, as if to cut the air, and turned away, covering his twitching lips with his hand.

“…Huh?”

Raon blinked, watching Glenn’s faltering steps.

‘Did I say something wrong?’

Glenn’s reaction baffled him. He couldn’t understand what had gone awry.

“I’ll take my leave now! Another meeting will start soon.”

Glenn hastily departed, leaving no room for further discussion.

‘What just happened?’

– “Raon Zieghart….”

Wrath, still facing away, wagged his tail slightly.

– “I, too, will wait. No matter what.”

‘Weren’t you the one demanding I tell everything?’

Raon laughed softly at Wrath.

‘You were the one who said you couldn’t hold back anymore, and now….’

– “No! I am the most patient being in the whole Devildom! I can endure longer than that old Nadine fool!”

Wrath raised his tiny fist, declaring that any premature revelation would mean death.

– “Now hurry up and eat!”

‘Alright, alright.’

Raon chuckled, heading toward the restaurant Wrath had mentioned.

– “Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll tell you something important about Uriel. But only after we eat! Start with shrimp pizza!”

Wrath snorted, insisting food came first.

‘What a hassle.’

Raon shook his head with a smile as he entered the restaurant.

—

*Splash!*

Over the sea where Raon and Glenn had stood, Rimmer, Sheryl, and Roenn emerged from hiding.

“The Patriarch called Raon his grandson, and Raon called him Grandfather!”

Rimmer sniffled, wiping his lips.

“I could die happy now! Even if I stop breathing right this second!”

Tears streamed down his face, his sincerity unmistakable.

“It took long enough,” Sheryl sighed deeply, brushing her hands off.

“Something most people do right after they’re born took over 20 years. Honestly…”

Though she complained, lightly tapping her shoulder with her fist, her expression was brighter than ever.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt this happy,” Roenn said, chuckling as he nodded.

“Of course, the Patriarch seems even happier than I am.” He clasped his hands, glancing toward where Glenn had disappeared.

“Still, it’s a little disappointing,” Roenn said, his expression calm but revealing a trace of regret.

“It’s no longer just a dream, though,” he added with a warm smile, nodding again.

“I trust Raon too, but I am a little curious…” Sheryl admitted, twisting her lips thoughtfully.

“We’ll hear the truth one day,” Roenn said as he stepped out of the water, shaking off the moisture.

“Let’s head back. The meeting will resume soon.”

“True,” Sheryl agreed.

“Ah, I lost track of time watching something so heartwarming,” Rimmer added, nodding as he stepped onto the shore.

Rimmer brushed away seaweed clinging to his forehead, shaking his head.

“What’s disappointing?”

“It would’ve been even better if the Patriarch hadn’t said, ‘the grandson I accepted,’ and just called him his grandson outright,” he explained, twirling his finger.

“Everyone knows how much the Patriarch has cared for Raon from the start. This was a perfect chance to make it official.”

Rimmer framed his fingers like a director envisioning a scene.

“You’re not disappointed because we didn’t hear Raon’s secrets?” Sheryl narrowed her eyes, finding this unexpected.

“Secrets don’t matter to me.”

Rimmer shook his head firmly.

“I trust Raon as a person. That boy will become the king of Zieghart.”

With that declaration, the three brushed the water from their clothes and made their way to the meeting hall.

—

Glenn was already seated alone in the hall, hiding his flushed face with his hands.

“Patriarch, you’re early,” Rimmer said, approaching with a knowing grin.

“Did you enjoy yourselves?”

Glenn’s narrowed eyes betrayed his awareness.

“Of course, you already knew.”

Rimmer wasn’t fazed, giving Glenn a thumbs-up.

“It was thoroughly enjoyable.”

“It was good for me, too, though it was a bit overdue,” Sheryl added, clicking her tongue slightly.

“Haha.”

Roenn chuckled softly, his calm demeanor unchanged.

“Patriarch, you’re so shy. If you faint every time someone calls you Grandfather, people might start calling you pathetic…”

“Rimmer, you reek of fish. Go clean yourself.”

Glenn furrowed his brows, cutting him off.

“What? Just me?”

“Yes. Just you.”

“But everyone went into the sea! Why only me—”

“Because you’re the only one who smells like fish!”

“That’s unfair! You always single me out…”

“Silence! Get out!”

Glenn kicked Rimmer out of the meeting hall, leaving him grumbling as he exited.

“Idiot…”

Sheryl and Roenn kept their mouths shut, avoiding Glenn’s ire.

—

As Glenn resumed his seat, the other leaders of the Five Kings and the neutral factions returned, having finished their meals.

“Let’s continue the meeting and aim to conclude by tonight,” Chamber said, muttering about how lack of sleep could ruin her skin while sucking on a lollipop.

“About the remaining topics…” Rosaline began, standing to speak, but Glenn raised his hand.

“Before we move on, I’ll speak first.”

Glenn leaned forward, recounting the information he had learned from Raon.

“So you squeezed it in during the break? Impatient, aren’t you?” Chamber snorted, flicking her hand dismissively.

“And about Raon’s power and connection to Derus…?”

“I didn’t ask.”

Glenn shook his head with a serene expression.

“Why not?”

“Because I trust my grandson.”

He repeated the same words he had spoken to Raon, sitting straighter with unwavering confidence.

“But still…”

“If any problems arise because of him, I will stake my life to take responsibility.”

Glenn’s resolute smile showed no hesitation.

“That should suffice, no?”

—

Raon let out a weary sigh as he looked at the table overflowing with empty plates.

‘Are you satisfied now?’

Thanks to Wrath, every seafood dish in the restaurant had been devoured. Raon was so full and tired that even moving his fingers felt like a chore.

– “Ahem!”

Wrath tried to suppress his satisfied grin, wagging his tail lightly.

– “The seafood is fresh, as expected from a coastal area. Not bad at all!”

Unlike his usual ravenous self, Wrath calmly murmured his approval.

“Wow…”
“He ate all of that by himself?”
“His stomach might be stronger than his swordsmanship.”
“Is there anything about him that isn’t amazing…?”

People who recognized Raon marveled at his eating ability, their voices tinged with awe.

‘Now tell me about Uriel.’

Raon grabbed Wrath’s tail and pulled him onto the table. He wanted at least one more piece of information for Glenn’s sake, despite everything else on his mind.

– “You still have ice cream left!”

Wrath shook his head, refusing to speak until dessert was finished.

‘This is exhausting.’

Raon sighed and opened the box of mint chocolate chip ice cream he had bought earlier.

A cool mist rose, carrying the refreshing scent of mint.

– “Ahhh…”

Wrath licked his lips in anticipation, already knowing how delicious it would be.

Raon scooped a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, savoring the cool, sweet, and sharp flavor that coated his tongue.

– “This is it!”

Wrath clenched his tiny fists in triumph.

– “This taste makes all your scolding worthwhile!”

His shoulders trembled with joy, as if he’d reached the peak of satisfaction.

‘Now, finally, spill.’

Raon gestured toward Wrath, who was basking in bliss.

– “Hmph, fine. A promise is a promise.”

Wrath nodded, jumping onto the table.

– “Did you notice the fire horns at Uriel’s waist?”

‘I couldn’t forget them. They were so bizarre, it’s hard to imagine they belonged to an angel.’

Uriel’s waist had been adorned with three horn-shaped trumpets, their grotesque design entirely unangelic.

– “Those trumpets are called the Trumpets of Apocalypse.”

Wrath’s blue eyes narrowed ominously.

– “They are the horns the archangels use when they destroy a world.”