The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1235 Crunch! Raon clenched his fist so tightly it made a sound. 'I definitely thought something was strange.' Glenn hadn't displayed any particularly strong martial prowess since entering this underground great training ground. Even if the pressure of the great training ground was stronger, he should have shown power far superior to his own, but he hadn't particularly displayed such an appearance. It was different from his words about bringing out all of his martial prowess, so he had thought it was strange, and indeed there was a reason for it. This great training ground didn't just simply reduce martial prowess - it seemed to adjust the power of everyone who entered to an equal level. 'Grandfather overwhelmed me even in a place like this.' Even with the same amount of aura and the same physical body and realm of the soul, Glenn had toyed with him like a child. It meant there was a tremendous gap in fundamental skill itself. "Haha." Raon couldn't suppress the chills that came from that realization and burst into laughter. "Why are you laughing?" Glenn blinked as if dumbfounded while watching Raon's laughter. "Because I'm happy." Raon looked at Glenn with an even deeper smile. "Happy?" Glenn tilted his head as if asking what that meant. "Yes." Raon nodded his chin without hesitation. "Because it means there are still many areas where I can improve." After cutting down Derus Robert's soul, he had achieved much growth. Honestly, he had reached a realm where he didn't even know how to cultivate to improve himself anymore, so he just swung his sword as always. But after coming here, he had been overwhelmed by Glenn as if he had returned to being a child. Being able to produce the same power and speed as Glenn, yet being the only one pushed back meant there were still many areas to develop in various ways. Since he had come down to the First Patriarch's great training ground, he wanted to give his all and become stronger. 'So I can't help but be happy.' Having found new goals and new paths to develop, it was natural for laughter to come out. Though he was exhausted and had no strength left in his body, right now he wanted to keep moving his body and fighting even if he had to crawl. "Huh..." Glenn let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded by Raon's words. "Don't you think it will be difficult and hard?" He lowered his eyebrows as if asking if he was really just happy. "Of course it will be difficult. Unlike outside, there's strong pressure here, so it will be several times more difficult and painful. But..." Raon looked up at the ceiling of the great training ground and curled up the corners of his mouth. "I think I can gain that much more. There's nothing that can be gained without pain." He revealed unwavering eyes, meaning he could endure any amount of difficulty and pain. -You! You always steal the King's abilities without any pain! Wrath screamed, asking if he wasn't stealing his abilities for free already. '......' Since Raon honestly had nothing to say about that part, he just stayed quiet. "There's nothing that can be gained without pain..." Glenn nodded while placing his hand on his chin. "Perhaps it's because you're like that that you've reached your current realm." He drew a deep smile as if he finally understood the secret of Raon's growth. It was laughter filled with pride for his grandson. -Like that my ass! He can't even answer this king's words! Wrath glared at Raon with his nose bridge wrinkled. -This guy really doesn't know pain! '......' Raon once again pretended not to hear Wrath's words and didn't respond. -Anyway! Wrath sighed as if fed up and turned his gaze away. -Well, regardless of what you say, this is an interesting place. He smacked his lips as if finding it interesting while scanning the great training ground. -To put pressure on the body, aura, and even the soul, it certainly seems to affect this king's soul as well. Wrath rolled his eyes, saying his soul also seemed to be under pressure. -Come to think of it, there was such a region in the Devildom too. He stroked his chin as if something came to mind. 'Region?' Raon let out a breath while listening to Wrath's words. Not such a small great training ground, but a region. He couldn't imagine what such a place would be for. -It seems your ears have finally opened. Wrath snorted while turning his gaze away. -I heard that an entire region is set up in the same way as this great training ground. The guy rolled his eyes, saying it was a pretty large region. 'Then are there many demons there too?' -There are many. Crazy fighters go there. Since they can fight regardless of physique, ability, bloodline, or rank, it's bound to be popular. Wrath smacked his lips, saying it was even more chaotic because it was a neutral region beyond the demon kings' influence. 'A neutral region? But you said it was a wide place?' Raon slightly tilted his head. He couldn't understand how the demon kings' forces would just leave such a wide place alone. -The Devildom is much wider than this continent. There are countless places beyond the demon kings' reach. However, that region is close to the center of the Devildom. As you said, it would be strange for others to leave it alone, but naturally there's a reason they do. Wrath smacked his lips for a long time. 'The reason being...?' -They're strong. He spoke of strength in a calm tone. -The Tugui who live in that region are stronger than the demon kings' elites. Those who could make a name for themselves anywhere are stuck in that land like stones, so even someone like Greed wouldn't find it easy to devour that region. Wrath snorted as if it was natural. 'Then the reason the demons in that region are strong is...' Raon sensed something through Wrath's words and smacked his lips. -It's as you think. Whether the opponent is truly strong or weak, they fight every day at the same level, so everyone has no choice but to grow. Wrath tilted his chin, saying it would be stranger not to become strong. 'I thought so.' Raon curled up the corners of his mouth. In such a good environment, it was the right method to keep fighting even in an exhausted state rather than cultivating alone. 'I have to keep moving.' This time, not for himself, but for grandfather. To raise Glenn's martial prowess to its maximum before the life-and-death duel with the Heavenly Demon, he had to play his part. There was no time to sit and rest like this. "Let's rest and spar again tomorrow..." Glenn waved his hand as if to say let's stop here for today. "No." Raon grasped the Heavenly Drive and Wooden Ring Sword stuck in the ground and stood up. "Let's continue." Looking at Glenn who widened his eyes in surprise, he shook off the fatigue and pain. "I'll try to help grandfather as quickly as possible." * * * "Phew..." Karoon frowned while looking at the documents piled up beside his desk. 'There's no end.' It seems to be ten times that of the Central Martial Palace. He had started paperwork from morning, but the work still wasn't finished. He couldn't understand how Glenn had developed such martial prowess while handling such heavy workload. 'At least I'm fortunate to have skilled assistants.' Karoon sighed briefly while looking at Roenn and Sheryl on his right. 'Without those two people, this desk would still be full of documents.' Roenn and Sheryl, befitting their status as Glenn's closest aides, were also skilled at paperwork and significantly reduced the amount of documents he needed to check and approve, and even summarized their contents for him. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the work was getting done thanks to those two people. 'I thought the ones from the Central Martial Palace were excellent too, but they're definitely different.' The subordinates called from the Central Martial Palace were certainly excellent workers, but they seemed far from being able to keep up with Sheryl or Roenn. "There's not much left, so please keep your strength up a little longer." Roenn laughed heartily, saying they would be able to rest soon. "The head of the Central Martial Palace is definitely different. Since it was your first time, I thought you'd be complaining, but to handle it all in just a week." Sheryl whistled long as if amazed at Karoon's work processing. "I'm still far from it." Karoon shook his head calmly. "From now on, I'll handle all work in the morning and devote the rest to cultivation." He lowered his eyebrows, vowing not to cling to work until evening like this. "Hehe." "It would be nice if you could do that." Roenn and Sheryl nodded gently as if acknowledging the changed Karoon. "Is this the last one?" It was when Karoon sighed and was about to take the last document. Thud! The door to the audience chamber opened, and Shadow Agents' Leader Chad came running in. "Temporary head of house!" Chad called Karoon the temporary head of house without hesitation and ran to the center of the audience chamber. "These are information and approval documents that came in from Zieghart and throughout the continent!" He said it was newly organized information and held forward thick papers and booklets that were difficult to hold in one hand. "Huh..." Karoon swallowed dry saliva while looking at the mountain of documents that would fill the desk again and leave more. Cold sweat flowed down his back as if not just a bundle of documents, but a powerful enemy was blocking his path. "Sigh." Karoon took a breath as if he had no choice. It was when he reached out to check the newly arrived documents and information. "Hehe." Roenn lightly laughed while pulling back the documents Karoon was about to grab. "What are you doing?" Karoon frowned while looking at Roenn. "Haven't you been sitting at this desk all day? Why don't you take a walk for a moment?" Roenn bowed his head, suggesting they go out for a bit. "That's right. If you keep staying in the room like this, you might not get physically sick, but you'll get stress-related illness." Sheryl also waved her hand as if suggesting they rest for a moment. "You two go and rest. I'll continue working." Karoon nodded his chin, telling Sheryl and Roenn to go rest while he stayed to work. "The temporary head of house should go too." Roenn smiled broadly and stepped back. "Only then will you be able to know what you're doing." He stepped back one more step as if suggesting they go together. "What I'm doing?" Karoon slightly frowned, not understanding Roenn's words. "I don't like putting off work either, but it would be good to rest even for a moment now." Sheryl shrugged her shoulders while staying close to Roenn's side. "Since you've been like this for a week, clearing your head would actually be better for efficiency." She smiled broadly, saying it would be better to continue working after taking a rest. "Hmm..." Karoon looked at the remaining documents and sighed. "Just for a moment." Honestly, he wanted to continue working, but since they were Glenn's people, who was both his father and the head of house, he couldn't treat them carelessly and got up from his seat. "You made a good decision." "Let's go together. There's a good walking path." Sheryl and Roenn guided him while sticking close to his sides so Karoon couldn't escape. "Hm?" As Karoon followed Sheryl and Roenn, he felt himself getting farther from the main building and lowered his eyebrows. "Where are we going? There are many good walking paths in the main building too." Since he couldn't understand, he tensed his forehead even while following Sheryl and Roenn. "Don't tell me you brought me here to have a drink..." Karoon bit his lip slightly while scanning the bustling district of Zieghart that came into view. "Look." Roenn raised his finger while stopping Karoon's words. "The numbers on the documents that the temporary head of house touched are those people right there." He nodded gently, saying that the numbers in the documents Karoon had seen and touched countless times were the people in this place. "When you just sit and do paperwork, people tend to look like numbers and letters." Sheryl drew a gentle smile while looking at the people of Zieghart spending time with their families and lovers, as if unwinding from the day's fatigue. "Ah!" Karoon let out a low groan after hearing Sheryl and Roenn's words. 'Certainly...' Having continuously touched only documents and seen only numbers and letters for several days, he had indeed starting to see people only as numbers, just as Sheryl and Roenn said. "Over there." Sheryl pointed to a huge building being constructed on the right side of the bustling district. "That's the emergency building that the temporary head of house approved a week ago. What you checked in writing and signed is being built like that." She laughed refreshingly, saying that the work Karoon had directly ordered was being carried out throughout Zieghart. "Ah..." Karoon's hands trembled as he felt the people who made up Zieghart and the letters he had created becoming reality. Facing the people who directly supported Zieghart like this, chills and exhilaration came simultaneously between his shoulder blades. "Seeing this, I feel..." Karoon clenched his fist and pressed his lips down firmly. "I just feel that I need to work even harder." He raised his head, thinking that he must do his best from the position of head of house going forward. "And there's one more thing I need to say..." Sheryl slightly furrowed her eyebrows as if she had thought about this a lot. "Tell me." Karoon nodded his chin as if he would listen to anything, having felt the role and responsibility of the head of house. "The reason the temporary head of house has so much work is actually..." Even with Karoon's permission, Sheryl hesitated for a moment as if it was hard to say, then parted her lips. "It's because the head of house didn't do any work at all before going into seclusion." She scratched the back of her head as if apologetic. "Ah, I sensed that. Indeed, the Head of House, to test me..." Karoon nodded as if he had somewhat expected this. "That's not it, he just hasn't been doing it lately. He's been going around to the annex building for fun." Sheryl sighed, saying he wouldn't listen even when told to work. "Hehe..." Roenn also just laughed as if he had nothing to say. "Uh..." Karoon felt the strength that had filled his shoulders immediately drain away and lowered his eyes. Fatigue suddenly rushed over him. "Let's go back..."