The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1298 The number of people who gathered to meet the sage Doraen continued to increase. It was natural since rumors of his omnipotence were spreading beyond the central and southern continent to other regions. However, there were also things that weren't natural. Nobles. Nobles from various kingdoms who considered themselves different from ordinary humans were standing in line together with common citizens. Originally, nobles hated even speaking with commoners, but here they were standing in line with proper etiquette as if they had returned to being ordinary people. 'The current result is...' Raon narrowed his eyes thin as thread while looking at Count Asak, who had endured standing in line and was now almost close to Dorian. 'It's thanks to Count Asak.' Count Asak was a noble with more outstanding reputation and achievements than he had expected. Thanks to him standing in line first, a rule was established where nobles who came after were surprised and ended up standing in line just like commoners. 'Plus, it helped the rumors spread faster too.' Even if the black market spread rumors about the sage Doraen, they needed to control the pace appropriately to avoid arousing suspicion from their surroundings. But after Count Asak stood in line, they could pour out stories about the sage like a runaway train, borrowing his name. 'Fortunately, the operation will proceed faster than expected.' In fact, Dorian only roughly read people's circumstances with his Mind's Eye and provided solutions, while he himself along with the Light Wind Palace, Federick, and the black market were actually solving those matters behind the scenes, consuming considerable physical and mental strength, but thanks to Count Asak, the operation's progress would likely accelerate by more than double. -He's an incomprehensible fellow. Wrath frowned as if annoyed. -No matter how I look at him, he's a noble steeped in authority, so why is he acting like that! The guy snorted and exhaled, saying he still couldn't understand Count Asak. 'You're right. He is a man steeped in authority.' Raon chuckled and nodded his head. 'But he wasn't a blockhead with blocked ears too.' (E/N: No, that just means he is another idiot who fell for the scam. It's not something to praise) Considering how Count Asak acted violently at first, he was indeed a typical noble steeped in authority, just as Wrath said. (E/N: The author really loves abusing the expression steeped in authority) However, unlike other nobles, his mind hadn't been tainted with ugliness. Seeing how he listened to his words and followed them, it was possible that he had received wrong education until now, or didn't know how to live normally. 'So...' Raon raised his right hand and stroked his chin. 'I think I know what Count Asak's concerns are.' Through Count Asak's actions and their direct conversation, he could guess what concerns the man had. -Really? Wrath suddenly raised his eyes. -What is it? What does that greasy mustache want! 'That's...' Just as Raon was about to give an answer. "Everyone move aside!" A golden-haired noble on a white horse pushed aside the people standing in line and charged forward. "Bring that so-called sage before me immediately!" He shouted to the knights behind him to bring the sage, with his chin raised arrogantly. However, the people didn't step back at all. They remained standing in line in their places without even looking at the golden-haired noble. "What, what's this! These people! Clear them away immediately!" The noble panicked and wildly waved his hands, telling the knights to move quickly. "Umm..." "This is..." The knights were also flustered, but having received the noble's orders, they had no choice but to draw their swords and step forward. "Stop." Just as the knights were about to swing their swords at the quietly standing people, the greasy-mustached noble in the front row moved. Count Asak. "In this place right now, there are neither nobles nor commoners." Count Asak looked up at the noble on the white horse and frowned. "I am Asak. If you have complaints, take them up with me." Count Asak nodded, saying he would accept whatever they had to say or whatever challenge they might bring. Though he was below, it seemed as if he was looking down from above. "Ah, Count Asak...?" The golden-haired noble widened his eyes as if shocked that Count Asak had been quietly standing in line here. "I apologize!" He bowed his head apologetically and immediately dismounted from his horse. "I, I am called Raita..." "As I said, there are no social statuses here. Get in line." Count Asak only listened to the name and then returned to his own place. 'That's it.' Raon looked at Count Asak with a faint smile. -That's it? Wrath frowned as if he didn't understand even after seeing it with his own eyes. 'That aspect is probably what Count Asak's dissatisfaction was about.' -So what is that supposed to be! The guy ground his teeth, pleading for him to speak. 'It's simple to explain, but before that...' Raon turned his gaze to Wrath. 'You still haven't given me what you promised?' He extended his hand, saying hadn't he lost the bet. -Grrrr... Wrath rolled his eyes quickly as if he didn't want to give it. -Truly, there's not a single likeable thing about you! The guy said he really didn't like it and grabbed his shoulder. Whoooosh! He felt something ice-cold from Wrath seeping beyond his body into his soul. 'What is this?' Raon touched his shoulder and blinked his eyes. 'It doesn't seem to be a trait either.' If it were normally a trait, a message would appear immediately, but there was nothing, which made him wonder. -It's because it hasn't awakened yet! Wrath snorted. -The power I gave you will be helpful when you meet Sariel! The guy shook his head firmly as if it was absolutely not a lie. 'Well, if you say so, then I suppose it is.' Wrath wasn't the type to lie about things like this, so it was right to accept his words as they were. -Then speak quickly! Wrath smacked his lips vigorously. -What is that mustache's concern! 'See for yourself.' (E/N: Now that's a real scam) Raon shrugged his shoulders and pointed to Dorian. Time had passed and it was now Count Asak's turn. -This, this damn bastard! Wrath's face began to turn red as if genuine irritation was rising. 'Don't get angry, let's go.' Raon chuckled and walked toward Dorian, taking Wrath with him. -Grrrrrr... Wrath was frustrated but couldn't contain his curiosity, so he followed him while grinding his teeth. "Phew!" Count Asak took a deep breath and stood before Dorian. "I am..." "Surprising. To think a noble would have such concerns." Dorian nodded first before Count Asak could speak. "Hmm!" Count Asak seemed surprised by Dorian's words and gulped down dry saliva. "Normally, nobles are people for whom it's more important what title they inherit, how much wealth they inherit, and what connections they're introduced to, rather than who they are as individuals. But you are different." Dorian nodded with a gentle smile. "You were afraid of being called eccentric by those around you, so you couldn't show it outwardly, but you keep thinking about what kind of person you are and what you can do. It seems you want to live not as Count Asak, but as the human called Asak." He recognized all of Asak's concerns and slowly lowered his eyes. "That's right!" Count Asak nodded heavily as if he had finally met someone who understood him. "Live as you wish. There is nothing right or wrong in the ways of the world. As you said, open the path not of Count Asak, but of the human Asak. War wouldn't be bad at this time." Dorian opened his eyes again, saying that participating in war to elevate oneself would also be a good method for Asak. "War..." Count Asak bit his lips as if tense at the mention of war, yet drew a small smile. (E/N: Wait! Stop that guy! He is just encouraging people to bloodshed!) "I understand! Thank you!" He bowed to Dorian with a refreshed face, as if all his worries had been resolved. 'That's it.' Raon nodded with a smile. 'It was obvious that he wasn't satisfied with the class of nobility.' From the moment Count Asak first appeared, he introduced himself not as a count, but only by the name Asak. He thought that was peculiar, and indeed, it was clear that he valued who he was as an individual. -I see... Wrath let out a breath as if he finally understood. -But that guy has really grown a lot too. Wrath narrowed his eyes while looking at Dorian. -To even suggest participating in war, his scheming has become extraordinary. 'Ah, that was my instruction.' Raon grinned and waved his hand. 'I thought Count Asak would be helpful to the Five Kings.' He thought someone of Asak's caliber would be a great help in the war against Eden, so he instructed Dorian to tell him to go to the battlefield. -Huh...? Wrath blinked as if dumbfounded. -You crazy bastard! You're the real villain! *** "Have you heard the news?" Black hair and red eyes like a crimson moon in the night sky. A handsome man with a piercingly beautiful atmosphere softly curled up the corners of his mouth. "They say a sage and living god has appeared in the Winten Kingdom." He was speaking respectfully to someone even though there was no one else in the room. "He listens to the concerns of the people of the Winten Kingdom and readily provides solutions. Isn't that fascinating?" Sariel. The Archangel with the epithet of Death and Dominion giggled, contrary to his graceful appearance. "I don't understand why he associates with worthless clay dolls. Only filth and ugliness would rub off." He twisted his lips slightly while mentioning the name of the sage Doraen. "Ah, indeed." Sariel lowered his foot and lightly kicked the chair while snorting. "Even nobles. No, even royalty are still vermin as long as they're human. Isn't that right?" He kicked the chair again as if demanding an answer. "Oooink." From somewhere in the room came groaning sounds like pigs whimpering. "Actually, there's no need to worry about a sage who raises pigs, but..." Sariel narrowed his brow while looking at the wide-open window. "I don't like that he's being called a god." He clenched his fists, saying that while he could tolerate everything else, he couldn't bear a human being called a god. "Oooooink!" As Sariel's atmosphere suddenly became heavy, even louder pig-like crying sounds came from within the room. "However, the matter is too trivial for me to step in personally, so this time you'll need to move." Sariel smiled slyly and looked at the chair he was sitting on. No, it wasn't a chair. The king of the Sarion Kingdom, wearing a golden crown, was sitting on all fours like a pig, supporting Sariel's bottom. It wasn't just the king. The royal family and high-ranking nobles were also in the same four-legged beast posture, with their mouths gagged, looking at Sariel. "Go find the sage and cut off his head. Do you understand?" At Sariel's cold yet bewitching smile, the king nodded as if entranced. "Oooink!"