The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 792
After receiving permission from Rektor, who seemed somewhat flustered, Raon returned to the 5th training ground.
Rimmer was nowhere to be seen, likely having gone straight to the gambling hall instead of returning to the training ground. Meanwhile, Martha, Burren, and Runaan were helping the swordsmen with their training.
“What are you all doing?! Didn’t you eat dinner? You need to swing with all your strength over there!”
Martha, looking frustrated, smacked her chest before demonstrating a move herself.
“Put strength into your pinky and extend your sword all the way. That small difference could determine life or death between you and your enemy.”
Burren corrected the swordsmen’s stances, guiding them to execute more precise sword techniques.
“The right side is open….”
Runaan pointed out gaps while sparring with the swordsmen, helping them patch up both small and large openings in their defense.
Burren, Martha, and Runaan each had their own teaching styles based on their personalities, but they were doing their best to train the swordsmen.
It seemed that all three of them could easily take on the role of instructors.
– “Ice cream girl, beef girl, and big eyes.”
Wrath scanned Burren, Martha, and Runaan as they taught the swordsmen, then let out a chuckle.
– “Those kids have really grown a lot.”
‘Yeah. Their growth is obvious.’
Raon followed Wrath’s gaze and nodded.
‘If they get a good opportunity at the Holy Sword Alliance training, reaching the highest tier of Master level won’t be impossible for them.’
Excluding himself, there were very few people who could match Burren, Martha, and Runaan’s talent.
At this rate, it wouldn’t take long before they reached the pinnacle of the Master stage.
– “That’s not what I meant.”
Wrath shook his head calmly.
– “To me, you’re still just a brat, so do you think their level of strength would impress me?”
‘Then what do you mean?’
– “Mental growth.”
Wrath smiled softly as he looked at Burren, Martha, and Runaan.
– “When I first saw them, they had no room in their hearts for others. They only focused on their own wounds, pushing people away, sinking deeper into the darkness in their hearts. But now….”
Wrath raised his round hand, pointing at the three division leaders, whose eyes now held a new vibrancy.
– “Even when they stand before their own growth, they sincerely dedicate themselves to teaching their subordinates. It means they’ve matured enough to accept others. That is a change I truly appreciate.”
Wrath chuckled, saying that Burren, Martha, and Runaan had learned the value of bonds.
‘That’s true….’
Leaning against the training ground wall, Raon nodded.
‘But you’ve changed even more.’
Runaan used to fear her brother, Syria, and had deep anxiety about blood. Martha was blinded by the sole goal of saving her mother, trampling over others to achieve it. Burren pushed himself harshly, desperate not to be abandoned by his father.
In their childhood, they had been consumed by their inner darkness, unable to see the world around them.
But now, after going through numerous experiences, they regarded the Light Wind Division as family, willingly dedicating their valuable time to training the swordsmen.
Raon could feel that Burren, Martha, and Runaan had truly learned the importance of bonds.
– “What are you smirking about?!”
Wrath suddenly thrust his face close to Raon.
– “You’ve changed even more than they have!”
Wrath furrowed his brows as if frustrated by Raon’s obliviousness.
– “The brat I first met and the one standing here now are completely different people!”
‘That’s true.’
Raon gazed at the darkening sky and nodded.
‘Of course, I know that.’
More than anyone, he had realized the value of bonds.
The difference between his past life as an assassin and his current life as a Zieghart swordsman was like heaven and earth—he could never ignore it.
“What are you laughing about by yourself?”
Martha lowered her sword and walked toward him.
“If you’re here, then help out already! Why are you slacking off?”
She frowned, telling him to change into his training attire quickly.
“The meeting should have ended by now….”
Burren scanned Raon up and down, clicking his tongue.
“Don’t tell me you were gambling with the vice-division leader?”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
“Latecomer.”
Runaan also stepped forward, furrowing her brows deeply.
“You’re always late these days.”
She pouted as if annoyed by his tardiness.
“The vice-division leader is always late or doesn’t even show up, so why are you only picking on me?”
Raon sighed, looking at their sharp gazes.
“You think that beast would understand if you scolded him?”
Martha scoffed, twisting her lips.
“Yeah. That guy doesn’t listen anyway.”
Burren sighed, seemingly in agreement.
“Ugly Rimmer….”
Runaan murmured dejectedly, lowering her shoulders.
“Uh, um….”
Raon opened his mouth, glancing between them. He wanted to defend Rimmer since the man had helped him today, but he had nothing to say.
“Forget about that fool and take care of the swordsmen now.”
Martha waved her hand dismissively.
“We need to warm up, too.”
Burren drew his sword, saying he was counting on Raon.
“I’m still lacking….”
Runaan nodded, agreeing that she hadn’t practiced her swordsmanship enough.
“You guys are really craving some action.”
Raon chuckled, watching the three of them burn with determination.
“Well, of course! We’re squad leaders! We have to train ourselves while guiding others!”
Martha frowned as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“That reminds me, I have something to tell you.”
Raon beckoned Burren, Martha, and Runaan to come closer with a flick of his finger.
“We’re heading to the Holy Sword Alliance for training tomorrow. Pack your things.”
He nodded toward the dorms, telling them to go prepare.
“H-Holy Sword Alliance training? Just like that?”
“You’re joking, right? That’s too sudden!”
Martha and Burren widened their eyes in shock.
“Do you need a day or two to get ready? I told you now, so that should be plenty of time.”
Raon raised his chin confidently, the very picture of shamelessness.
“This is the opportunity you’ve all been waiting for—to train and spar to your heart’s content. Are you not coming? If you don’t want to, then you can stay here and hang out with the vice-division leader while he whines about borrowing money. Of course, if I come back and you haven’t improved, we’ll be having an intensive focus training session.”
Rather than a suggestion, Raon shrugged as he blatantly issued a threat.
– “Do you… do you even have a heart?”
Wrath sighed, exhaling in disbelief.
“You really are…!”
“Well, we still need some time to mentally prepare….”
Martha and Burren bit their lips in frustration.
“I’ll go….”
Runaan raised her hand immediately, blinking her vacant eyes as if there was no question about it.
“That’s the spirit.”
Raon nodded in approval.
“Alright, now you two.”
“I-I’ll go….”
“Fine! I’m going, damn it!”
Burren and Martha eventually gave in and agreed to go to the Holy Sword Alliance for training.
“It’s all settled then. See? Everything was resolved peacefully.”
Raon smiled brightly, nodding as if he had handled things diplomatically.
– “What part of that was peaceful?! That was pure coercion!”
Wrath shook his head violently.
– “What happened to all that warmth you were talking about just moments ago?!”
‘That never existed in the first place.’
Raon waved a hand dismissively, pushing Wrath aside.
“Division leader! Can I come too?”
Dorian, who had been listening from behind, raised his hand.
“There might be some useful items at the Holy Sword Alliance, so I really want to check it out….”
His eyes sparkled, clearly more interested in the potential items he could acquire rather than the training.
“Why are you asking the obvious?”
Raon tilted his head at Dorian.
“You can’t go on a trip without bringing your wallet.”
He blinked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“A-Ah! Yes! I’ll get ready!”
Dorian grinned as if hearing himself referred to as a wallet was a compliment rather than an insult.
– “T-This needs to be documented….”
Wrath let out a breath as he stared at the back of Raon’s head.
– “Title: ‘The Corruption of the Mortal Realm—Is Raon Zieghart to Blame?’”
Wrath shivered as if deeply disturbed.
“You all heard me, right? Be in front of Federick’s mansion by tomorrow morning.”
Leaving those final instructions behind, Raon turned and left the training ground.
“That bastard….”
Martha scowled as she watched him go.
“He’s getting more and more shameless.”
“These days, I can see the vice-division leader’s influence in him. No, actually… he’s even worse.”
Burren nodded, sighing in agreement.
“He’s handsome, but his personality is ugly….”
Runaan shook her head in dismay.
—
As soon as the Thespian Emperor Ariel returned to the White Ocean Headquarters, she summoned all her subordinates to her office.
“Gather every last piece of information on the Five Demons. Double-check, triple-check—make sure nothing slips through the cracks.”
Her sharp eyes gleamed with an intensity that left no room for argument.
“W-What? That will take far too much time….”
“But considering the war is still ongoing, the costs of re-collecting all that intelligence will be astronomical….”
The heads of the intelligence network exchanged uneasy glances, cold sweat running down their backs.
“I don’t care. Just do it.”
Ariel shook her head firmly.
“If we make the wrong move, it won’t just be White Ocean that falls—the entire Divine Five Orders could collapse.”
She bit her lip. This was like walking on thin ice.
“Especially focus on Zieghart.”
She narrowed her eyes as she specifically mentioned Raon Zieghart’s name.
“There’s a high chance he’s hiding something.”
Even the high-ranking officials of Zieghart had been visibly shaken by Raon’s words, yet he had remained composed until the end.
He wasn’t the type to bluff, which meant he was definitely concealing something crucial.
“Understood.”
“And one more thing….”
Ariel hesitated for a moment before raising a trembling hand.
“Has there been any news about the Soulstone?”
“None at all. As you know, the one that was discovered before is currently….”
The head of the intelligence department lowered his head.
“That’s enough. It’s useless to us anyway.”
Ariel touched her leg, shaking her head.
“There hasn’t been a single trace of it. Honestly, even the idea of finding one is absurd.”
The intelligence chief averted his gaze, as if he hadn’t even considered the possibility.
“Then put out a search for it.”
“T-The Soulstone?”
“Yes. I need it.”
The Thespian Emperor nodded gravely.
‘Damn Raon Zieghart.’
Raon had played mind games with her so intensely that she still couldn’t recover.
She wasn’t even sure if it was psychological warfare, sincerity, or just a joke.
The only certainty was that she needed to find out more about the Soulstone to gain any leverage.
‘He said he’d offer an appropriate reward.’
Raon had promised a reward for bringing him the Soulstone.
That reward must be information crucial to ensuring Zieghart’s victory in the war.
“This will be difficult, but allocate some personnel to this as well.”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
Ariel waved her hand, dismissing them. The officials bowed before exiting the office.
“Haaah….”
Now alone, Ariel leaned back in her chair, gripping her head.
‘This is giving me a headache.’
Whenever she closed her eyes, she saw the mocking smiles of Raon Zieghart and Rimmer.
It felt like her suppressed internal wounds were resurfacing.
Thud.
She pulled out a book engraved with the sun and moon from her thigh holster and placed it on the desk.
“Raon Zieghart.”
Her gaze landed on the sinister-looking engraving at the very end.
“Just what are you…?”
—
Raon gently stroked Sia’s head as she breathed softly in her sleep before turning away.
“I’ll be off, then.”
He bowed his head slightly to Glenn, Sylvia, and Edgar, who were watching from behind.
“See everything you need to see. But don’t take too long.”
Glenn nodded, saying he looked forward to seeing Raon’s growth.
“I’d like to go too, but given the current situation, I have no choice. At the very least, bring back news on how the Holy Sword Alliance has changed. If they’re following your grandfather, the internal structure must have changed more than the external one. Honestly, I’m curious about where they relocated to, and the kids I used to look after….”
“Enough already!”
Sylvia clamped a hand over Edgar’s mouth, cutting off his endless muttering.
“Raon, take care and don’t act too arrogantly there.”
She smiled, reminding him to be respectful since it was practically his extended family’s domain.
“Is there anyone more polite than me?”
Raon blinked at Sylvia.
“……”
“……”
“……”
A heavy silence fell over the room. Glenn, Sylvia, and Edgar all stared at Raon without saying a word.
– “This lunatic….”
Wrath also shook his head, as if Raon had completely lost his mind.
“R-Right. There’s no one as polite as my son!”
Sylvia forced an awkward smile, nodding.
“A-And, father-in-law, you should say goodbye to Sia too.”
She quickly turned to Rektor, the last person standing in the back.
“Hmm….”
Rektor stepped forward hesitantly, his fingers twitching as he sighed. He still seemed weighed down by guilt for not being able to protect his family.
“I will wake her up, no matter what.”
But once again, he couldn’t bring himself to touch his granddaughter, lowering his hand instead.
“Thank you for understanding, father-in-law. I will make sure they all return safely.”
To ease the awkward atmosphere, he bowed his head to Glenn.
“I trust you.”
Glenn gave him a faint smile in response.
“Then let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Raon bowed once more to the three of them before leaving the room.
As he was about to exit Federick’s mansion, he found Merlin standing at the front entrance.
She was dressed as a nun but still wore the old woman’s mask, giving off an eerie presence.
– “I-It’s not that scary anymore!”
Wrath snorted, pretending to be unfazed.
“I’m off.”
Raon gave Merlin a slight smile.
“I’ll be away for a while too.”
Merlin tilted her chin, saying she would be leaving Zieghart for some time as well.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to track down the whereabouts of the Soulstone. There are methods only I can use. Plus, I have other information to gather.”
She smiled, determined to find it no matter what.
“…Thank you.”
Raon bowed his head. He was grateful that she was looking into something that had nothing to do with her.
“We’re family.”
Merlin shook her head as if telling him not to mind.
“I’m getting used to your jokes now.”
“Jokes? What jokes?”
Merlin’s neck twisted in an unnatural direction, and her voice dropped to an icy tone as if it came from the depths of a frozen hell.
“Uh….”
– “Aaaaaah!”
Wrath, who had been acting tough, finally gave in to fear and fled back into the Ice Flower Bracelet.
“Ahem.”
Rektor coughed awkwardly, and the chilling aura surrounding Merlin quickly dissipated.
“Grandfather, take care of Raon.”
Merlin softly grasped Rektor’s hand before stepping back.
“I’ll see you again soon, so don’t overdo it.”
With those final words, she turned into a swirl of red and blue light and vanished. It truly seemed like she was gone this time.
“She’s unpredictable.”
“Agreed….”
Raon sighed and stepped out the front door.
Outside, Burren, Runaan, Martha, and Dorian were waiting. He gave them a nod.
“Let’s go.”
Taking the lead, Raon stepped forward.
“To the Holy Sword Alliance.”
Just as they were about to depart, a flash of blue light erupted before them, and Merlin suddenly reappeared.
“What the—?! You just said we’d see each other soon, but this is too soon!”
Raon’s jaw dropped as he stared at her.
“No need to waste time. I’m sending you directly to the Holy Sword Alliance.”
Merlin snapped her fingers, and red and blue light rose up, engulfing Raon and the others.
“Just relax and let it take you there.”
She smiled reassuringly, claiming it was safe.
“W-Wait! How do you even know where the Holy Sword Alliance is…?”
“Of course I know. I’m the one who called grandfather.”
Merlin clasped her hands together, saying she had already done all the necessary research.
– “S-Scary….”
Wrath trembled inside the Ice Flower Bracelet, genuinely terrified of her.
“Grandfather….”
“Let’s trust her.”
Rektor nodded, confirming that the Holy Sword Alliance had indeed sent a message.
“See you soon.”
Merlin’s deep smile was the last thing Raon saw before a blinding white light consumed everything.
‘Hwaaaah!’
As the intense light faded and he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in a place completely different from what he had imagined.
“What the… where is this?”
Was this really the Holy Sword Alliance?