The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1299 The temporary residence prepared by the Black Market. "Phew!" Dorian threw off the old robe he had been wearing over his head for several days and let out a long sigh. "I'm really going to die..." He shook his head vigorously, saying he couldn't endure it any longer. "Going to die?" Krein let out a hollow laugh. "We're doing all the work, so what kind of bullshit are you talking!" He wrinkled his nose at Dorian, telling him to stop talking nonsense while just sitting there. "Reading people's psychology is incredibly difficult too!" Dorian jumped up as if absolutely disagreeing. "Besides, lately nobles and people with strong martial prowess have been coming frequently, making me even more nervous!" He complained that he was also having a hard time. "Do you think it's easy to always show a confident appearance like Young Master?" Dorian slumped weakly into a chair, saying that just acting as the sage was mentally exhausting. "Enough." Burren leaned his back against the wall and swept up his disheveled hair. "Nobody in this mission isn't having a hard time." He narrowed his brow, saying that Dorian and everyone else were bound to be exhausted. "Ah, this is frustrating!" Martha thrust her fist into the air as if irritation was rising. "When the hell is that damn Archangel going to show up!" (E/N: Tbh, I must have missed the part where they explained why they couldn't just directly storm the castle.) She gritted her teeth as if angry at Archangel Sariel, who hadn't even shown a trace of himself. "......" Runaan was nodding off while sitting, seeming very tired from solving more people's problems than anyone else. "There's still one more step left." Raon stood in the center of the exhausted Light Wind Palace Swordsmen and raised his hand. "The Archangel won't come directly, but nobles or royalty bewitched by him will come." Archangel Sariel is a prideful one. No matter how much Dorian is called a sage or living god, he wouldn't reveal himself immediately. "If we can turn around and control the humans bewitched by him..." Raon twisted his lips, imagining the face of Archangel Sariel, whom he hadn't even met, crumpling up. "He'll reveal himself on his own." Since Sariel has strong pride, if the humans who are captivated by him turn to their side instead, he would certainly come himself. "Nobles or royalty bewitched by the Archangel..." Dorian gulped nervously. "I don't think I can do that? If they're bewitched by an Archangel, their minds are already broken!" He shook his head vigorously, saying it was completely different from Count Asak's situation. -He's right. Wrath nodded with a furrowed brow. -That Sariel bastard controls the human's soul, so that control can't be easily broken. No matter how much that wallet guy has grown, he won't be able to free them. He clicked his tongue, saying it would be too much for Dorian's power. "That's right." Raon calmly stroked his chin. "Those guys are beyond your power. So..." He stood in front of Dorian and lowered his waist. "From now on, I'll do it." Raon slightly narrowed his eyes, creating the same gaze as Dorian. "Huh...?" Dorian widened his eyes in surprise. "Since we've thoroughly dealt with the nobles around the Winten Kingdom, Sariel's slaves will come soon. From tomorrow, I'll become the sage Doraen." Raon calmly lowered his chin, saying he would take on the role of the sage from now on. "Were you planning to do this from the beginning?" Krein gaped as if he hadn't thought of this at all. "Dorian's Mind's Eye won't work on Sariel's slaves." Raon slowly lowered his gaze. Sariel's slaves already had their worries resolved and their souls mortgaged, so Dorian couldn't stop them. From the beginning, he had planned to handle those guys himself. "That's why I hid your appearance so much." He said the reason for hiding Dorian's appearance so much was to replace him with himself, as he lifted up the old robe. "Then why didn't you do it from the beginning!" Dorian sniffled as if feeling wronged about all the hardship he had endured until now. "Thanks to what you did, didn't your Mind's Eye and Demon King's Authority rise rapidly?" Raon shrugged his shoulders at Dorian as if asking what he thought. "Well, that's..." Dorian couldn't answer immediately and looked down at his chest. "Definitely, that's true. Both my Mind's Eye and <Gluttony>'s Authority have risen dramatically." He nodded, saying that thanks to taking on the sage's work, he had achieved tremendous mental growth. "That's why I made you do it." Raon smiled slightly, sensing Dorian's aura. 'It seems like the next wall is getting closer.' Dorian hadn't neglected his cultivation even while taking charge of Light Wind Palace's household affairs as a supply officer. Having made significant progress in various ways this time, it seemed he might be able to overcome a new wall. "Ah, I understand." Dorian let out a long sigh as if finally freed from the pressure. "Then I'll read people's thoughts from behind." He nodded, saying he would help understand people's psychology through his Mind's Eye. "No, there's no need for that." Raon raised his hand toward Dorian. "What? Why?" Dorian widened his eyes at Raon's unexpected words. "Watching you this time..." Unlike Dorian, Raon drew a refreshing smile across his lips. "I roughly figured out what the Mind's Eye is." *** "...Illness is the problem." Raon looked at the limping old man and narrowed his eyes as sharp as a blade. "Not yours, but the illness of your granddaughter lying at home." Rather than simply the condition of the old man before his eyes, he calmly nodded and brought up the granddaughter's story as if truly reading his psychology. "That's right! Sage!" The old man knelt on the ground as if begging for help. "Take this." Raon took out a glass bottle from his bosom and held it out to the old man. "Give that medicine to her twice a day until your granddaughter's illness is cured." Without the slightest hesitation, he closed and opened his eyes, saying the granddaughter's illness could be cured. "Th-thank you! Thank you so much!" The old man bowed to Raon several times with his dragging legs before leaving. "The sage seems even more noble today." "Indeed. That mysterious atmosphere that makes it seem like he can do anything is amazing." "Rather than a sage, could he really be a god descended from heaven?" "It's possible. Since the Archangels have lost their minds, maybe a god descended himself." (E/N: I must have missed the part that explained it was common knowledge Archangels were enemies) The people who came to meet the sage were busy praising him without even knowing that Dorian and Raon had switched. Some felt a slight sense of strangeness, but no one paid much attention to it. "That guy is really something." Martha let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded. "How did he even take the Mind's Eye?" She frowned, saying she couldn't understand it. "I think the same." Burren took a deep breath. "I can understand acting as a sage, but how did he learn the Mind's Eye? We were also watching Dorian the whole time." He shook his head, saying he had no idea what he observed to figure out the Mind's Eye. "Wow!" Runaan couldn't take her eyes off Raon as if his performance as the sage was amazing. Of course, the most surprised person here was Dorian. 'Crazy, crazy... crazy!' Dorian stood behind Raon, gulping nervously. 'What the hell is this guy really!' He knew that Raon had special talent in martial arts. No, he fully understood that he had talent in multiple fields where ordinary people would be called geniuses for having just one. But the fact that he could imitate the Mind's Eye, which he himself had barely obtained after a lifetime of reading people's moods and finally meeting a master, just by watching - no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't accept it. "Right. You are..." Raon smacked his lips while looking at the middle-aged man who came after the limping old man. 'Is that person's problem business-related?' Dorian nodded while reading the middle-aged man's thoughts. 'Can he figure this out too?' That middle-aged man appeared wealthy on the surface, and had so many thoughts in his head that reading his psychology was an extremely difficult type. Since he himself had barely managed to read him, he was worried whether Raon could really do it. "Your business is failing, that's the problem. You're only squandering all the wealth your ancestors built up." Contrary to Dorian's worries, Raon clearly read the thoughts and situation of the wealthy-looking middle-aged man. 'Wow...' Dorian lowered his head, feeling both awe and fear toward Raon rising at the same time. 'He's not reading my thoughts right now too, is he...?' It was when he was trembling with fear about Raon. "Heh." Raon turned to look at him with a slight smile as if he was indeed reading Dorian's thoughts. "Uuuugh!" Dorian couldn't hold back and let out a dull groan. 'This person is really scary...' I've seen him my whole life, but today is the scariest! He grabbed his head, realizing he could never escape from Raon for the rest of his life. *** -What the hell are you? Wrath trembled his jaw as if he couldn't understand. -How are you reading those humans' psychology! He frowned, saying he couldn't understand no matter how much he looked. -I also kept watching that wallet, but I don't know how to use the Mind's Eye, so how can you! Wrath gritted his teeth, saying he couldn't believe there was a human superior to a demon king. 'It's simple.' Raon calmly nodded while giving advice to the wealthy-looking middle-aged man. 'I'm not using the Mind's Eye...' He was using the Soul Sword. If Dorian reads people's psychology through the Mind's Eye created by reading situations, he was grasping that person's thoughts with the Soul Sword. -S-Soul Sword? That makes even less sense! Wrath raised his head, telling him to say something that made sense. -If those humans were hit by your Soul Sword, they would vanish without leaving a single strand of soul! 'That's why I'm controlling my power.' Raon nodded with a slight smile. 'I make the Soul Sword thinner than a strand of hair and blunt, then gently touch those people's souls. Then what they're thinking flows out.' His Soul Sword's power was still weak compared to Glenn and Derus Robert. But when it came to handling the Soul Sword flexibly or shaping it into different forms, he was more confident than anyone. -I know you handle the Soul Sword well! Wrath swallowed nervously and lowered his gaze. -But wouldn't it be impossible to create a Soul Sword that doesn't harm those ordinary humans at all? He knew his skills, but swallowed nervously asking how he did it. 'I trained while watching Dorian both at Zieghart and here. With my own soul.' Raon smiled slightly, saying he experimented with his own soul first before touching other people's souls. 'It hurt a lot at first, but now I can control my power.' -You're... you're crazy... Wrath trembled his jaw as if dumbfounded. -You're truly insane! How can a human think like this! He shook his head vigorously, saying no one could accept his method. 'Thanks to this, I'm still training my Soul Sword even now.' Raon smiled lightly, saying it was fun to train his Soul Sword while reading people's psychology. -You persistent bastard! Even if you fell into lava, not a single hair would melt! Wrath lowered his tail and stepped back as if now fed up with Raon. 'Don't be like that.' It was when Raon was smiling and trying to grab Wrath. Rumble rumble rumble! The earth trembled as countless war horses could be felt charging toward them. "The King is approaching!" A voice filled with intimidation burst out over the magnificent orchestra created by the horse hooves. "Everyone kneel!" "Not a king..." Raon let out a sneer while looking at the golden crown shining gracefully in the dust cloud created by the war horses. "But the Archangel's slave."