The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 740 Glenn's smile deepened as he watched Raon's eyes waver in apparent confusion. 'This is my answer.' He had agonized over many options. Whether to summon Raon and ask him directly, or to secretly investigate using the Black Market and Shadow Agents. Beyond all that, he had even questioned if he had the right to hear Raon's circumstances. After burning down House Robert, various thoughts had swirled in his mind, preventing him from properly looking at Raon. 'Thanks to that simple fellow, I found my answer.' When he was unable to make a judgment about Raon, Ogram's words had awakened his muddled mind. Hearing Ogram's declaration that he would trust Raon to the end because the boy had saved his life, Glenn's clouded thoughts suddenly cleared. 'However, I'm different from that fool.' Trusting the grandson he had taken in with his own hands didn't mean he would simply believe in him like Ogram did. It meant he would trust him because he was a child he had watched over since birth. Sylvia might think she only came to the annex building after 100 days, but he had been watching over Raon since the moment he was called Sunshine. He had been present for every moment - the first cry, first steps, first smile, first training, first duel, first mission, and becoming an official swordsman. He knew Raon better than anyone else. (E/N: he was there on the first mission?!) 'Raon's true talent isn't martial arts.' Raon had a strong and upright heart, but he became the weakest when it came to the weak. Strong against the strong, weak against the weak. 'Thanks to him, Zieghart's reputation has risen beyond its peak.' Due to Raon's activities, Zieghart's fierce reputation had been tempered with a sense of righteousness. Now, rumors spread that they were the most benevolent family on the continent. 'If I can't trust that child, I can't trust anyone.' This wasn't running away or backing down. It was simply a basic act of trust in Raon, the grandson he had watched over his entire life. Raon momentarily held his breath as he saw Glenn smiling comfortably, unlike when he sat on the throne. 'I don't think I've ever seen the Head of House smile like this before...' He had seen Glenn smile a few times, but they were mostly heavy or dry smirks. He had never seen such a relaxed smile. 'Does this mean he truly intends to trust me...' As he had said earlier, it seemed he would trust him not as the Head of House Zieghart, but as a grandfather. Raon bit his lip lightly. 'What is this feeling...?' His chest felt warm and tingly inside. A pleasant drowsiness, like being wrapped in a sun-dried blanket still holding warmth, washed over his entire body. "Everyone has secrets they can't speak of, or things they hesitate to say." Glenn smiled faintly as he watched Raon swallow dryly. "I'm no exception." His past of pursuing only war and force, his guilt towards Raon and Sylvia, his misplaced affection for the family - his mind was filled with things he couldn't honestly reveal. "Raon. When you feel comfortable talking. And when you can reveal everything." Glenn grasped Raon's shoulder and showed a smile free of awkwardness. "Come find me. I'll tell you my secrets as well." "Ah..." However, he felt a slight frustration. Not towards Glenn, but towards himself. 'Even if the Head of House trusts me, I can't explain everything.' He couldn't honestly bring up dying after being raised by Derus and reincarnating, or harboring the Monarch of Wrath. Rather, receiving Glenn's trust made it even harder to open his mouth. He feared losing his relationship with Sylvia, growing distant from the people in the annex building, and losing his comrades in the Light Wind division. Thinking that his life as Raon Zieghart might crumble, he couldn't speak. But seeing Glenn's trusting smile and remaining silent made his heart ache even more. -Just a little. Wrath lowered his eyes calmly. -Tell him just a little about this king. The fellow nodded, seeming to think it would be alright for now. He appeared to have the same thought. 'Alright.' Raon nodded to Wrath and raised his gaze. "You're right, Head of House." He moistened his lips as he stepped closer to Glenn. "I can't tell you when or how this ill-fated relationship began, but I cannot live under the same sky as Derus Robert." "I see." Glenn nodded calmly, without pressing further. "It's true that I have another energy besides the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation." Raon exhaled softly as he glanced at Wrath floating in the air. "You might feel it's ominous and malicious, but it's not. It's the power of my friend, who is simple but loyal, gluttonous but cares for people more than anyone." He smiled sincerely as he said the word "friend". 'The word "friend" fits best.' Thanks to Wrath, he had seen a broader world, saved many people, and achieved half of his dream. The Monarch of Wrath who came to him in his childhood was certainly an enemy, but the glutton here now was his closest friend. -W-why would this king be friends with the likes of you! Wrath shook his head with a reddened face. -Hmph! T-this king doesn't make friends! The fellow turned his head sharply, saying he would accept subordinates, not friends. Judging by his shaking shoulders, he seemed to be embarrassed rather than angry. "According to my friend, Angels use divine power as naturally as humans breathe. Uriel's ability to ignore magic and aura while enveloped in golden light is called Ethereal Transformation..." Raon told Glenn all the information about Angels that he had heard from Wrath. "Thank you. This will be a great help in future battles." Glenn nodded to Raon with his back to the sea. "I've felt a mysterious energy from you for some time. As you said, it was ominous yet cold, but also upright and warm at the same time. I'd like to meet your friend someday, even if it's in the future." He smiled faintly, saying he would wait to be introduced to Wrath as well. "Yes. I'll definitely introduce you." Raon bowed, promising to do so. "Good. Then." Glenn left the shore as if he had finished saying everything he wanted to. "Let's go back." He patted Raon's shoulder and walked towards the lodging first. He looked truly at ease, as if he had no lingering regrets. "Thank you for trusting me." Raon bowed his head towards Glenn's back. "Grandfather." He called Glenn "grandfather" with a slightly trembling voice. "Kuhak." Glenn let out a violent groan as if stabbed in the back and stopped walking. "G-grandfather?" Raon hurriedly ran to Glenn, calling him "grandfather" once more. "S-stop right there! Any more and I'll die!" Glenn waved his hand sharply as if telling him to stop. He covered his trembling lips with his hand and turned his back abruptly. "Huh...?" Raon blinked as he watched Glenn's shaking legs. 'What's going on?' Was it too soon to call him grandfather? He couldn't understand Glenn's reaction. He had no idea what went wrong. "I'm going back now! The conference will resume soon." Glenn said to stop and disappeared from that spot. 'Why is he acting like that?' -Raon Zieghart... As Raon tilted his head in confusion, Wrath wagged his tail with his back turned. -T-this king will wait too! No matter what happened to you... 'You were the one asking me to tell you.' Raon let out a hollow laugh as he looked at Wrath. 'You said you couldn't stand it anymore and wanted me to tell you everything, but now...' -That's not true! Wrath shouted as he turned his head. -This king has the greatest patience in the Devildom! I can be more patient than old man Nadine! He raised his chubby fist, saying he'd kill Raon if he spoke first. -Enough! Let's go eat! 'Alright, alright.' Raon chuckled and walked towards the direction of the dining hall. -Today this king is in a good mood, so I'll tell you one big piece of information about Uriel. O-of course, it's not because of your friend comment! Wrath approached sideways, rolling his round eyes. 'What is it?' Raon wiggled his finger at Wrath. -I'll tell you after we eat! First, shrimp pizza Wrath snorted, saying food comes first. 'You're really annoying.' Raon shook his head and entered the restaurant Wrath had specified. Splash! Rimmer, Sheryl, and Roenn emerged from the seawater that Raon and Glenn had been looking at. "To think the Head of House would call Raon his grandson, and Raon would call him grandfather!" Rimmer bit his lip, sniffling. "I can die without regrets now! I'd be fine if I breathed my last right here!" He rubbed his reddened eyes as if he truly meant it. "It took long enough." Sheryl sighed deeply as she dusted off her hands. "To think it took over 20 years for something others do as soon as they're born. Phew..." She massaged her own shoulders with her fists, saying she was tired, but her complexion was brighter than ever. "It's been a while since I've been this happy too." Roenn nodded, chuckling. "Though I think the Head of House is even happier." He clasped his hands together, looking towards where Glenn had disappeared. "Still, it's a bit disappointing." He showed a solemn smile, demonstrating even greater faith than Glenn. "Now that dream doesn't seem like just a dream anymore." Roenn nodded, chuckling. "I trust Raon too, but I'm a bit curious..." Sheryl twisted her lips, saying it was different from trust. "We'll be able to hear it someday." Roenn shook off the water as he stepped out of the sea. "Let's go now. The conference will resume soon." "You're right." "Ah, I lost track of time watching something good." Rimmer and Sheryl nodded and came out to the shore. Rimmer shook off the seaweed stuck to his forehead and shook his head. "What's disappointing?" "If he had just said 'my grandson' instead of 'the grandson I took in with my own hands,' it would have been even better." He twirled his finger as he continued speaking. "As we all know, the Head of House has favored Raon from the beginning. It was a chance to show that, what a shame." Rimmer said he should have directed the scene, making a rectangle with his thumbs and index fingers. "Wasn't it disappointment at not hearing Raon's secret?" Sheryl narrowed her eyes, saying it was unexpected. "I don't need to hear secrets or anything." Rimmer shook his head firmly. "I trust Raon himself. That kid will become the king of Zieghart." The three of them entered the conference hall where Glenn would be, shaking off the moisture from their clothes. Glenn was sitting alone in the conference hall, covering his reddened face. "Head of House. You're here early." Rimmer approached with a smile, pretending not to know anything. "Did you enjoy watching?" Glenn narrowed his eyes as if he knew everything. "So you knew." Rimmer didn't flinch and gave a thumbs up. "It was very enjoyable." "I liked it too. Though it felt a bit late." Sheryl clicked her tongue, saying it should have happened earlier. "Heh heh heh." Roenn answered with a gentle laugh. "Head of House, you're quite shy. Fainting every time you hear the word 'grandfather' is..." "Rimmer. I smell something fishy. Go wash up." Glenn frowned as he looked at Rimmer. "What? J-just me?" "Yes. Just you." "But we all went into the sea, why only me..." "Because only you smell fishy!" "Ah, this is unfair! Always picking on me..." "Shut up and get out!" He kicked Rimmer's backside and drove him out of the conference hall. "Idiot..." "Heh heh heh." Sheryl and Roenn kept their mouths shut, not saying a word for fear of being caught in the crossfire. "Ahem." After driving Rimmer out, Glenn sat down again, and the leaders of the Five Kings and neutral factions entered the conference hall one by one. "Then let's continue the conference. Let's not drag it out until tomorrow." Chamber muttered that she needed to sleep early to avoid damaging her skin as she put a lollipop in her mouth. "Then for the remaining agenda..." As Roseline stood up and was about to bow her head, Glenn waved his hand. "Before that, let me speak first. First..." Glenn leaned forward and shared the information he had heard from Raon. "You heard that in the meantime? You're impatient." Chamber let out a hollow laugh and wiggled her hand. "So what about Raon's power and his story with Derus..." "I didn't ask about that." Glenn shook his head with a calm gaze. "Why?" "Because I trust my grandson." He smiled without regret, repeating what he had said to Raon as he squared his shoulders. "But still..." "If any problems arise because of that child, I'll take responsibility with my life." Glenn said he would stake his own neck, smiling without hesitation. "Is that enough?" "Phew..." Meanwhile, in the restaurant, Raon exhaled a tired sigh as he looked at the wide table filled with empty plates. 'Are you satisfied now?' Thanks to that glutton, he had eaten all the seafood dishes in the restaurant. He was so tired from eating that he could barely move his fingers now. -Ahem! Wrath forcibly lowered his grinning mouth and wagged his tail. -The seafood near the coast is certainly fresh. Not bad! He muttered that it was just okay, unlike when he was devouring everything like a hungry ghost. "Wow..." "D-did he eat all that by himself?" "His stomach seems more impressive than his swordsmanship." "Everything about him is surprising..." People who recognized Raon let out gasps at his amazing appetite. 'Now tell me the information about Uriel.' Raon grabbed Wrath's tail and pulled him onto the table. He wanted to hear even a small piece of information for Glenn's sake, in addition to the matter with Derus. -There's still ice cream left, isn't there! Wrath shook his head, saying the bill wasn't settled yet. 'This is really annoying.' Raon sighed and opened the box of bead ice cream he had bought in advance. A sharp minty scent rose along with the white cold air. -Heuk... Wrath licked his lips in anticipation, already knowing the taste. Raon put a piece of mint chocolate in his mouth. The sharp taste and sweetness, as intense as the scent, enveloped his tongue. -Kuuuu! This is it! Wrath clenched his fist tightly. - That’s what I live for, enduring your torment for this taste! He seemed truly happy, his shoulders even trembling. 'Now will you finally talk?' Raon gestured to Wrath, who was shaking his chin in ecstasy. -Hmm, it's annoying, but I should keep my promise. Wrath nodded and stepped down onto the table. -Did you see the horn trumpets hanging at Uriel's waist? 'They were so unusual that I couldn't forget them even if I wanted to.' Three horn trumpets had been hanging at Uriel's waist, their shapes grotesque and unlike anything belonging to Angels. - Those trumpets are known as the harbingers of doom. Wrath's blue eyes narrowed frighteningly long. -They are the trumpets that Archangels blow when destroying the world.