The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 1446 "In this book... Huh?" Shadow Agents' Leader Chad was waving his hand at Raon when he blinked blankly. Raon, who had been right in front of his eyes just moments ago, had disappeared in an instant. "Wh-where did you go..." It was when Chad was about to turn his head to look for Raon. "That book?" Raon's voice came from right in front of him. "Eek!" Chad was startled and stumbled backward, tripping over a stone and falling behind. However, he didn't fall. Because Raon, who had somehow moved to Chad's side, was supporting his back. "Th-thank you." Chad swallowed his dry saliva and bowed his head. 'What...?' He was definitely over there, wasn't he? Raon had been sitting quite far away from him. Since he had reached the Absolute realm, it made sense that he could get here quickly, but he had no idea that Raon could approach without even the slightest sign of movement. It felt as if he had just taken one step, but the result was that he had reached his side. 'He's changed.' He had heard that Raon had overwhelmingly defeated the Dark Night Sword God Darkan, but the current Raon seemed to have transcended the level of simply being strong in martial prowess. His martial arts realm itself seemed to have already escaped the bounds of this world. 'He's just like the previous head of house.' The former Glenn also carried a mysterious aura that seemed to transcend humanity, and the Raon now before his eyes was giving off a similar feeling. 'However...' Chad smacked his lips while looking at Raon's heavily sunken eyes. 'He's not completely identical to the head of house either.' How should he put it. From Glenn, he could feel both a mighty aura that seemed like it wouldn't lose to anyone, along with a hazy, fog-like presence that seemed like it could disappear at any moment. On the other hand, the current Raon gave off a fearsome martial prowess no less than Glenn from that time, but he emanated a solid presence that seemed like he would remain in this place at any time, like a tree with deeply rooted roots. No, beyond that, he could feel the will to rise again even if he died and carry out what he had decided to the very end. "Y-yes, that's right." Chad nodded heavily and held out the booklet he was holding to Raon. "Thank you." Raon nodded calmly and took the booklet Chad handed him. "..." Chad swallowed his dry saliva while watching Raon open the booklet with calm eyes. 'Honestly...' He thought it was a fight that couldn't be won. He had gone to the battlefield and directly seen the martial prowess of the Demonic Dragon of Destruction and Derus Robert. That was monstrous power beyond human comprehension. They were monsters that neither heaven nor earth could contain. Only Sword God Glenn Zieghart could defeat those monsters, so he had given up to some extent. He would prepare with all his might, but the thought of winning never occurred to him. But seeing Raon today, that sense of defeat was being erased like melting snow. 'We can win.' No, we will win. He began to feel confident that if Raon was with them, they could win even against those absolute beings. The child who he thought would become the next head of house simply because he was favored by Glenn had at some point become a king who erased his anxieties. 'Please.' Chad felt the dignity of a king from Raon and unconsciously bowed his head. 'My new king.' ** "..." Raon quickly scanned through the book he received from Chad. 'The handwriting is neat.' Seeing the neat handwriting, the owner of the book seemed to have a straight-laced personality. At first, it wasn't much content. It was close to someone's unknown memoir, but the content changed dramatically from the middle. 'War...' The part about war began. [They crawled out from the darkness. Wrapped in death like a shroud, they approached pushing the destruction of this world. They were comrades, they were friends, they were family. There was no one who could be trusted.] It didn't seem like the war started right away. Like the White Blood Religion or Eden, they seemed to hide among people normally and then move before the war. 'Anima and their subordinates?' Since they were related to the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, it was certain that they had laid the groundwork first. [My hands are shaking so much I can't hold my pen properly. I lived 40 years as a swordsman and 50 years as a human, crossing countless lines of death. My hands, which never wavered even before the Orc King's axe or the fierce Troll Lord's fist, are convulsing like a sick person.] Just as written in the memoir, his writing was shaky like earthworms crawling. He seemed to be frightened of something. [We went to that land to win the war, but what was before our eyes was not an enemy. We simply witnessed a flying 'calamity', a 'calamity of destruction'.] As soon as he saw the words 'calamity of destruction', the Demonic Dragon of Destruction came to mind. [The sky was torn apart. This is not metaphor or exaggeration. The heavens truly split red and 'that being' descended from within. Pitch-black wings that blocked out the sun and massive claws that pressed down on the mountain range. A single scale of that monster was larger than the castle walls I had devoted my life to protecting.] The owner of the memoir seemed to be greatly shocked by directly seeing the Demonic Dragon of Destruction, as the writing itself was twisted and now difficult to read properly. [Swordsmanship honed for a lifetime? Aura built up by reducing sleep? Ridiculous. Before a true monster, it was no better than children's play with fire. Forget swinging a sword - even the will to swing it was burned away in that being's presence.] The owner of the memoir seemed to have had his very fighting spirit erased the moment he saw the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. [When that being opened its mouth as if annoyed, a sun descended upon this world. No, it was a flame that could swallow even the sun. Everything that existed before it disappeared without leaving even a handful of ashes. The Golden Heaven Knight Order called the Empire's finest, the Garian Holy Knight Order said to be blessed by God, the five Mercenary Kings, and tens of thousands of troops all evaporated completely.] The owner of the memoir seemed to have shed tears while recalling that time, as that part was yellowed and faded. [I was lucky enough to survive by falling into a crack in the split earth. I could hear countless people dying above, but I didn't go out. I was scared. Rather than wanting to live, I just wanted to escape this hell, so like a stupid chicken I buried my head in the hole and didn't get up.] The owner of the memoir condemned himself saying he survived like a bug and went south. [While I was living like a dead mouse on a southern island, news came that a hero had appeared on the continent. Stories spread that the army of destruction, which had never been defeated, was cut in half and erased before his sword.] As soon as Raon saw the word 'hero', he was certain. 'The First Patriarch of Zieghart.' He recalled his clear face and read the next content. [The hero said he was gathering those who would fight with him. I wanted to fight for revenge for my dead comrades, but I also felt conflicted about not wanting to face that absolute monster I had seen directly before my eyes again.] The owner of the memoir seemed to have been deeply troubled, as he had drawn many doodles in the book. [After days of unknown deliberation, I headed back to the continent. I was scared, but I didn't want to die tormented by nightmares for the rest of my life. Even if I died, I wanted to at least leave a mark on those damned scales.] The owner of the memoir wrote about finally moving to fight, and the handwriting had become neat like when he first wrote the memoir. It seemed he had finished organizing his thoughts. [I ran to the north of the continent and met the hero. He was younger than I thought and kinder than I thought. And he welcomed me very warmly.] The owner of the memoir seemed full of affection for the First Patriarch of Zieghart, as his handwriting became light as if it would fly away. [The hero treated me like a precious guest. It was amazing. I had some reputation, but it was amazing that he welcomed a fugitive like me so warmly, so I asked him why he was treating me so well.] The owner of the memoir seemed to still have a burden on his mind as he was putting himself down. [Then he said this. That people who have overcome the fear of destruction are rare. He explained that the demonic dragon is a monster that spreads destruction and feeds on people's fear, growing stronger, so if people who have overcome that fear join together, the dragon's power would also weaken.] The owner of the memoir wrote that after hearing those words, he felt that the fear of destruction that had been weighing down his soul was significantly erased. The following parts were about war preparations and how the Demonic Dragon of Destruction was coming north, destroying the world. [Now the final battle remains. Thanks to the hero, the dragon's power no longer grows stronger. As more people overcome the dragon's fear, that absolute power is actually weakening. Now I'm no longer afraid of that monster either. If I'm with the hero, we can surely win. I will go and see the end of destruction.] This was the last content of the memoir. The owner of this memoir seemed to have achieved victory but ultimately never returned. "..." Raon closed the booklet and bowed his head heavily. It was a silent prayer for the hero who had fled from the Demonic Dragon of Destruction but overcame that fear and fought again. -Amazing. Wrath also nodded as if impressed. -Fear isn't easy to overcome. The guy let out an exclamation of amazement since he had directly seen the Demonic Dragon of Destruction too. 'That's right.' Raon also said he was an amazing person and carefully held the booklet. -But... Wrath looked at the booklet and frowned deeply. -There's hardly any information about the Demonic Dragon of Destruction. The guy clicked his tongue saying it wouldn't be much help. 'That's not right.' Raon looked at the book again and firmly shook his head. 'There was very important...No, the most important content.' He opened the booklet again and pointed to the part where the memoir's owner went to meet the hero. "Here..." Raon spoke so that not only Wrath but also Chad could hear. [Then he said this. That people who have overcome the fear of destruction are rare. He explained that the demonic dragon is a monster that spreads destruction and feeds on people's fear, growing stronger, so if people who have overcome that fear join together, the dragon's power would also weaken.] "This part, right?" Raon directed his gaze to Chad. "That's right!" Chad vigorously nodded saying he had also seen that part and came running right away. -Eh? What... Ah! Wrath blinked his eyes and then let out an exclamation as if he finally understood. "The Demonic Dragon of Destruction becomes stronger the more people are paralyzed by fear, and if there are many people who overcome that fear, its power weakens. Then..." Raon curled up his lips as if a good idea had occurred to him. "The answer is simple."