The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 742 "Did you say there was a guest?" Raon blinked as he looked up at Glenn. "That's right." Glenn nodded and rested his chin on his fist. "It seems they entered the Room of Self after hearing news of our return to Zieghart." He muttered that the timing overlapped as he turned his gaze to Chad. "Hmm..." Raon narrowed his eyes as he examined the documents in Chad's hand. 'Who went in?' From what he heard from Alice, the Room of Self wasn't a space anyone could use. Entry was only permitted to those with sufficient achievements, but so many people had distinguished themselves in this war that he couldn't guess who might have gone in. 'It probably wasn't someone from the direct lineage.' Since there was only one chance to enter the Room of Self, direct lineage swordsmen usually entered just before becoming a Master or Grandmaster to surpass their current level. Most of the direct lineage members he knew had already entered the Room of Self, so he was even more uncertain about the identity. "Can you tell me who went in?" Raon lowered his posture as he looked back at Glenn. "It's the Central Martial Palace Master." Glenn immediately mentioned Karoon's name, as if it wasn't difficult to figure out. "The Central Martial Palace...?" Raon swallowed dryly as he lowered his gaze. 'He hadn't gone in until now?' A wry smile escaped Raon's lips as he hadn't even considered Karoon as a candidate, assuming he would have already entered. "Karoon has always been stubborn and prideful in strange ways since he was young. He wouldn't listen even when others tried to stop him." A clear light seeped into Glenn's eyes. He seemed to be recalling Karoon's past. “That stubbornness worked terribly in his pursuit of power, but it seems to have been fully effective in his martial arts.” He looked down at Raon with a faint smile. "Since he said he found a definite clue, that fellow will probably have reached transcendence when he comes out of the room." "Transcendence..." Hearing that Karoon, who had the worst personality, would certainly reach transcendence, irritation welled up in Raon's chest. "Karoon certainly committed unforgivable acts. However..." Glenn's voice turned cold, as if punishing a criminal. "He's been in seclusion for a year, and risked his life to save the family. That's why I'm considering reinstating him. What do you think?" He lowered his gaze, as if asking for Raon's opinion. "I will follow the head of house's decision." Raon slowly bowed his head. 'I suppose this can be considered repaying the debt.' Sylvia had said that thanks to Karoon's arrival, the maids and children were able to survive. Raon decided to let it go by not finding fault with his reinstatement, without needing to express gratitude for that incident. "The Room of Self is a privilege originally given to him regardless of that, so don't think badly of it." "I understand." Raon bowed his head with a calm gaze. "Then, may I enter after the Central Martial Palace comes out in a month?" "That won't work either." Glenn slowly shook his head. "While one person can stay in the Room of Self for a month, once used, the room needs a period of rest." He lowered his eyebrows, saying it wasn't a place one could enter immediately after another. "If Karoon reaches transcendence as I expect, it will need more than half a year of rest." He said that since the rest period is determined by the level of the user, it could even be next year if it takes longer. -I see how this works. Wrath settled on Raon's shoulder and wiggled his hand. -It seems like a room that forcibly puts you into a state of enlightenment. Of course such a room needs rest! If you keep using it non-stop, it'll all break down! 'You're just worried about food!' This demon king wasn't worried about the Room of Self, but about himself only being able to eat Nadine bread if he went in. Raon frowned as he recalled Karoon's cold expression. 'He's really not a helpful person at all.' He couldn't understand why Karoon chose to enter now and waste time. A sigh escaped him out of frustration. "Apart from the rest period..." Glenn leaned forward, lowering the hand that had been supporting his chin. "I don't recommend you entering the Room of Self right now." He shook his head with a calm expression, as if conveying his sincere opinion. "Didn't you tell me to enter before?" "Because the you then and the you now are different." Glenn drew a small wall with his finger. "As you know, the best time to enter the Room of Self is when you've hit a wall." He curved his eyes as he built a slightly larger wall. "You certainly have a wall in front of you, but it's not the wall of transcendence. It's the wall of reaching the limit of a Grandmaster." Glenn slowly lowered his hand, saying there was still some distance left before reaching the wall of transcendence. "If you enter now, you'll reach the peak of Grandmaster, but if you enter after reaching that peak, you'll certainly be able to touch transcendence." He showed a gentle smile, as if telling Raon to be patient for a little while. "Of course, you'll need to grasp the clue to reaching transcendence before that." "What is this clue you're referring to?" Raon clasped his hands. Glenn had also mentioned a clue when talking about Karoon entering the Room of Self. "It's the clue to what kind of Transcendent Warrior you want to become." Glenn's eyes flashed with an intense light, as if filled with lightning. "To reach transcendence, you need to choose the concept that best suits you from the many materials you've accumulated up to the peak of Grandmaster." He let out a heavy voice, saying Raon would understand when the time came. "I see..." Raon bit his lip deeply. 'I hadn't even thought about anything like a clue.' He had thought that just entering the Room of Self would allow him to reach transcendence, but it seemed that was still too much to expect. "Don't be impatient." Glenn leaned back deeply into his throne, lowering his hand to the armrest. "As I said in the conference hall, the leader of the Five Demons cannot move. There's plenty of time left to grow stronger. And..." He raised his chin with a confident smile. "I am here." "Ah..." The words "I am here" struck Raon's mind like lightning, deeply imprinting themselves. "I'll shield you from the rain until you and the other children grow, so don't worry." Glenn placed his hand on the hilt of the Heavenly Tremor sword, saying that Zieghart would not fall. "Become stronger. Not just alone, but together with your comrades." He advised that future battles couldn't be fought alone, urging Raon to grow together with everyone. "I understand." Hearing Glenn's words of protection, Raon's impatience subsided. He resolved to become stronger at his own pace, even if it took a bit longer. "However..." Glenn lightly smacked his lips while stroking his chin. "Since your achievements so far are not insignificant, I'll oversee your training for a while." He lightly tapped the Heavenly Tremor sword, saying he would personally teach swordsmanship. "Are you serious?" "Yes." "...Thank you." Raon immediately bowed his head. Every time he received Glenn's teachings, his achievements rose to an unbelievable degree, making it no less than a serendipitous encounter surpassing the Room of Self. -I-I could also teach you if you asked...? Wrath suddenly wiggled his round hand as if suggesting Raon should entrust himself to him. 'What?' -I'm saying I can look after you just as well as that old man. Raon couldn't understand why this guy was suddenly acting like this. He ignored him for now. "It's just a reward." Glenn waved his hand dismissively, as if it were nothing special. "Come to the head of house's training ground starting from midnight tomorrow." "Understood." Raon bowed again and stood up. "Then..." As Raon retreated to return to the annex building, Glenn's eyes wavered, seeming regretful unlike before. Roenn, who was below the platform, also fidgeted his fingers as if wanting something to be done. "If you haven't eaten yet..." Raon stepped forward again, swallowing dryly. "Would you like to have dinner together at the annex?" He bowed, mentioning that Sylvia and the maids had prepared a lot of food. -Why are you inviting that old geezer! Wrath shook his head -He likes Nadine bread! Tell him to eat Nadine bread alone! The little guy shook his head, saying there was no food to give Glenn. -Grr! 'There's enough to feed you and still have leftovers. Don't worry.' After soothing the growling Wrath, Raon looked at Glenn. Glenn's eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn't expected to be invited to dinner. "Ahem, if I've been invited, I have no choice!" Contrary to his words of having no choice, he sprang up from his throne. "Of course you should go. You've been invited." Roenn laughed heartily, saying it would be impolite to refuse. "Um, Head of House?" Chad blinked, dropping the documents he was holding. "I'll hear the report after I return." Glenn told Chad they'd see each other tomorrow and left the audience chamber with Raon. The distance between the two had grown a bit closer than before. "As expected, the future lies with him!" Chad curled up the corners of his mouth as he watched the grandfather and grandson leave together. "I did well to establish connections early on!" Unaware of Raon's true feelings, he rejoiced alone as he returned. Meanwhile, Raon returned to the annex with Glenn. Various appetizing aromas were wafting from the kitchen, indicating that the meal was ready. -Wow! There's stew, pizza, and even grilled lamb chops! All my favorites! Wrath grinned, recognizing all the dishes just from their scents. Raon looked at Glenn behind the dancing Wrath. Glenn's shoulders were slightly tense, as if he was a bit nervous. "Let's go to the dining room." As Raon guided Glenn into the dining room, he saw not only Sylvia and the maids, but also the Ragged Saint, Federick, sitting there. "Ah, Father?" Sylvia stood up abruptly, startled by Glenn's sudden appearance. "G-Greetings to the Head of House!" The maids also knelt down, flustered. "That's enough." Glenn waved his hand, saying greetings weren't necessary. "I brought him along since you said it was before dinner." Raon explained as he guided Glenn to the head seat. "Ah! Then welcome!" Sylvia smiled and pulled out a chair for Glenn to sit. "Well, well, the lazy ass actually came." (E/N: "heavy arse") Federick smirked as he looked at Glenn. "Why are you here?" Glenn frowned as he looked at Federick, who was leaning back in his chair. "The Saint came looking for Raon, so I invited him to dinner." Sylvia smiled as she stood next to the Saint. "Ahem!" "Hmph!" The two men, each invited by Raon and Sylvia respectively, cleared their throats and frowned at each other. "We've prepared a lot. Please enjoy the meal, everyone." As Sylvia clapped her hands, the maids approached the table with steaming dishes. -Ooooh! Wrath flared his nostrils, wearing an ecstatic expression. -The smell is amazing! The little guy seemed to forget all about Glenn in front of the food, licking his lips repeatedly. "This is liquor obtained from the south." Raon took out an elegant bottle of liquor and poured it first into Glenn's glass. "Hmph!" Glenn curled up the corners of his mouth as he pointed his glass at Federick, as if gloating about receiving the first pour. "Childish fellow..." Federick let out a wry laugh as he received the second pour from Raon, as if dumbfounded. Raon poured drinks for everyone at the table before returning to his seat. "Today is a welcome back party for Raon and the children. Please enjoy yourselves, everyone." The meal began with Sylvia's soft clap. -That one! Bring that over here! There's pasta inside the bread! Wrath stretched out his round hand, seemingly drawn to the pane pasta. -Next is the grilled chili shrimp! Bring out five of them! 'Wait.' Raon pushed aside Wrath, who had raised his hand like lightning, and first served stew to Glenn, Federick, and Sylvia. "Ahem!" Glenn raised his bowl of stew towards Federick, as if showing off that he received it first again. "Why are you really acting like this..." Federick shook his head in exasperation. -Me too! I want to eat too! 'Alright, alright. Stop yelling.' Raon sighed and twirled the pasta Wrath wanted onto his fork, putting it in his mouth. -Mmm! The cream is smooth yet savory, it naturally stimulates the appetite! Wrath immediately started critiquing as soon as he tasted the pane pasta. Of course, his vocabulary was terrible compared to his excessive appetite. "As expected, the food at the annex is the best." Glenn and Federick also enjoyed their meal with faint smiles, seemingly pleased with the food. "Ahem." As the dishes on the table were almost finished, Federick put down his utensils and let out a small burp. "Before coming here, I went to see those you captured." "How was it?" Raon asked as he put down the lamb rib bone he had finished. "It was the same type of brainwashing as the children you rescued. All of it was Derus's doing." Federick trembled with both fists, seeming genuinely angry. "Can you remove the brainwashing and the Rage Worm?" Glenn threw a sharp glance while dabbing his mouth with a napkin. "The brainwashing is difficult. The children were only affected for a short time, but those guys have been brainwashed their entire lives. However..." Federick nodded towards Raon. "There's no choice but to use pain strong enough to push out the brainwashing. Raon demonstrated that." "What about the Rage Worm?" "It can be removed. It will be accompanied by intense pain, but there's no need to go easy on those guys." He smiled and dusted off his hands, as if saying to trust him and leave it to him. "Are the children alright now?" Sylvia bit her lip with worried eyes. "As I said before, thanks to you all, they've all returned to their original selves. There's no need to worry now." Federick smiled, saying it was thanks to Sylvia and the maids taking care of the children. "Phew..." Raon exhaled a deep, heavy breath that had been building up in his chest. 'Thank goodness.' The brainwashed children were like his past life self, so he desperately wanted to save them. Hearing that they were fully healed, he finally let out a sigh of relief. "Raon. Has your intention to support what the children want to do changed?" Federick leaned forward with a serious look in his eyes. "Yes. It remains the same." "Then it'll be tough from now on." He curled up the corners of his mouth. "Most of them say they want to become swordsmen like you." "What do you mean..." "Those children have seen the Raon Zieghart biography with their own eyes and grown up hearing about your exploits. You're practically their idol." Federick waved his finger, telling Raon to wait a bit. "The kids do keep calling your name." Sylvia nodded with a smile. "It's true. Even when we visit, they only talk about young master." "It's enough to make one jealous." "The Raon Zieghart biography has almost become like a bible to them." The maids also smiled softly, affirming the children's sincerity. "Ahem!" Glenn cleared his throat, his mouth twitching as if pleased that the children only sought out his grandson and considered him an idol. "Glenn. Now that the children are growing up, there are more things they need..." Federick smacked his lips, indicating that more support was needed. "Double it." Without any hesitation, Glenn nodded immediately, saying he would double the budget. "D-Double? Really?" Federick's eyes widened in surprise at the immediate response. "Thank you, Father." Sylvia bowed her head with a faint smile. "I-It's nothing." Glenn removed the hand covering his mouth and quickly turned his head away. Raon quietly smiled, observing Glenn and Sylvia growing a bit closer. 'I hope they become a little happier...' Just as Raon was hoping for the two people who were close yet distant to become more intimate, Wrath suddenly jumped in front of his eyes. -What are you doing! This king is still hungry! 'To think this thing is a demon king...' * * * At the peak of the Rudan Mountains, the highest in the continent, where even dragons avoid, The Fallen, wearing the mask of a handsome youth, descended onto White Flower Peak. He advanced with elegant steps, as if taking a stroll through the snowfield where one couldn't see an inch ahead. As The Fallen approached the edge of the peak, the Severing Sword, wearing a Death Knight's helmet, walked out from the black snowstorm. He lowered his eyes, which were frozen colder than the Rudan Mountains. "You've sunk even deeper." The Fallen smiled faintly as he looked into the Severing Sword's eyes. The Severing Sword said nothing, only biting his lip tightly. "I've come to see him. Please step aside." The Severing Sword looked down at The Fallen for a moment before slowly stepping to the right. The Fallen bowed his head to the Severing Sword and entered the black storm. Whoosh! Surprisingly, not a single gust of wind blew inside the storm, and on the ground, instead of snow, flowers and greenery that seemed to exude spring were spread all around. It looked like the legendary Peach Blossom Spring where immortals live apart from the mundane world. "It's been a while since I've seen you." The Fallen brushed off his sleeves, which were free of snow, and cast a sharp gaze towards the back of the man sitting in the center of the garden. "Heavenly Demon."