The Reincarnated Assassin Is a Genius Swordsman

Chapter 760 Raon followed Glenn to the clearing at the entrance of North Grave Mountain. 'Coming back here in less than an hour...' He chuckled, remembering that just a little further up was where he had swum through bears and honey. 'But...' He narrowed his eyes as he watched Glenn's back, calmly surveying the night sky. 'Why did the Head of House come here?' After the sparring with Karoon, Glenn had handed over half of the gold coins earned from this mission to the Light Wind division. The sparring had ended well, so there was no additional reward to receive. He couldn't understand why he had been called. -They've been feeding you here and there today... Wrath suspiciously looked Glenn up and down. -Don't tell me that old geezer is trying to feed you Nadine bread? He shook his head vigorously, warning not to eat the Nadine bread even if offered. 'Oh! Are you a genius?' -Ahem! This King has been known as the greatest mind and strategist in the Devildom since ancient times... 'That's impressive.' -This King's words are not yet finished... 'Wow.' As Raon was ignoring Wrath's nonsense, Glenn turned around. "Raon." Glenn's eyes were different from usual. A warmth like a fireplace seemed to bloom in his red pupils. "Yes, Head of House." Raon looked into Glenn's eyes before lowering his head. "I was..." "Yes?" "Never mind." Glenn briefly licked his lips and shook his head. "Karoon has truly changed a lot." He raised his chin with his hands behind his back. "The old Karoon would never have admitted his faults, I didn't expect him to reveal his own mistakes in front of so many people." Glenn let out a breath, still seeming surprised. -This King acknowledges it too! Wrath raised his round hand high. -This King never imagined that shitty-eyes' shitty dad could change so much! He smacked his lips, seeming to have seen a new side of humans. "Karoon's change is all thanks to you. Thank you." Glenn drew a subtle smile, seeming genuinely pleased with Karoon's change. "It's nothing." Raon shook his head calmly, believing that Karoon had achieved the change on his own. "Did you gain any insights from the sparring with Karoon?" Glenn asked, letting his hands fall from behind his back. "I didn't." Raon let out a short sigh. He had felt Karoon's emotions and power, but couldn't grasp a clue to reach transcendence. "Then, did you feel anything while watching Karoon?" "The Central Martial Palace Leader seemed to have converted everything into martial prowess - his sins, regrets, aspirations for the Head of House, and even his affection for Zieghart." Raon expressed all the emotions and willpower he had felt while watching Karoon's sword. "You observed well. It was worth allowing the sparring." Glenn slightly raised his eyebrows, as if to say he had seen well. "Transcendence is not simply a realm of dividing martial prowess. It's like a diary recording who you are, where you came from, and where you're going." He explained the concept of transcendence in a calm tone. "A diary..." Raon repeatedly murmured the word 'diary' that Glenn had mentioned. "The reason Karoon gained such martial prowess as soon as he reached transcendence is because he filled his diary with so much." Glenn's hand fell heavily as if tracing Karoon's sword domain. "If Karoon hadn't sincerely reflected and reached transcendence, the sword you faced today wouldn't have appeared." "Ah..." "What do you want to fill your transcendence with?" He lowered his chin as if to say 'speak freely'. "There are too many things I want to take with me, so I haven't decided yet." Raon let out a long sigh. He couldn't make any decisions because nothing clearly appealed to him. "Then why not take everything?" Glenn shrugged slightly, as if wondering why that was even a concern. "Yes...?" "I've said it before, your capacity is unparalleled even compared to me or Rector. Why is someone who will achieve the true Ten Thousand Swords worrying unnecessarily?" He smiled faintly while caressing the hilt of the Heavenly Tremor. "Your diary is broader than anyone else's. You can write down everything you want." Glenn smiled, telling him to take all emotions and willpower with him. "Everything..." Raon bit his lip while looking down at his hands. 'Is it really okay to do that?' Most martial artists choose their path by shedding their shell, but the thought of taking everything felt excessive. 'Wrath, Ten Thousand Swords, revenge, family, comrades, friends, past life...' Numerous fragments of emotions and willpower swirled in his mind. Despite his large capacity, he wasn't confident he could take all of them with him. "If your thoughts aren't settled..." Glenn slowly lowered his hand. "How about visiting the roots of swordsmanship?" He nodded towards the Heavenly Drive hanging at Raon's waist. "The roots..." Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Heavenly Drive with its slightly cracked hilt. "I hear 'he' has returned too, so make time to go and see." "Understood." He bowed to Glenn, who had given sincere advice. "That's enough. The help I received from you is greater." Glenn waved his hand, saying there was no need for formalities. "Head of House." Raon approached Glenn, releasing his grip on the Heavenly Drive. "I also have something to tell you." "Go ahead." "It's about some information I received recently..." He told Glenn about the information he had heard from Merlin. "We were already aware that the Five Demons were moving to increase their martial prowess. We're gathering information, so things will get busy soon." Glenn nodded, saying that the Light Wind division would need to move as well. "However, this is the first I've heard about the Sword Demon becoming the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance." He frowned deeply. "Did you hear that news from your friend too?" "Ah..." Glenn seemed to be referring to Wrath when he said 'friend'. "No. This time it's a different friend." "It's good that you have many friends." He smiled slightly, saying it wasn't a bad thing. "Hmm..." Although he had said 'friend', his relationship with Merlin wasn't yet established, so he had nothing more to say. "We'll need to verify it, but thank you for providing this valuable information." Glenn waved his hand as if to say 'you can go now'. "Yes. Then I'll take my leave." Raon bowed his head to Glenn and returned to the annex building. "......" Glenn remained alone, gazing at the night sky that rippled like a black curtain. 'Rector...' When Raon went missing, Rector had appeared and demanded to know what Glenn had done. At that time, he didn't seem like a puppet following the orders of the Leader of the Holy Sword Alliance, nor a madman obsessed with swords unable to feel others' pain. Rather, he seemed like someone extremely close to Raon. Glenn bit his lip thinly as he recalled the despair in Rector's eyes. "You couldn't be..." *** As soon as Sylvia finished her breakfast, she headed to the training ground built as an extension of the annex building. She drew her sword while inhaling the warm air. A clear light flickered over Sylvia's sword. It was the aura of the Radiant Light Flow that Raon had taught her. She honed various sword techniques while guiding the brilliant light. Sylvia only lowered her sword when the newly risen sun reached the center of the sky. However, it wasn't for rest. She seemed to recall the movements of the Greedy Demon and the White Demon Swordsman that she had heard about from Raon yesterday, causing a rough yet splendid change in her blade. The blue-tinged blade emitted an intense radiance, spreading out in all directions like sunlight. It looked as if it could sweep away enemies with light, true to the name Radiant Light Flow. With a final swish, Sylvia lowered her sword, having expended so much energy and aura that her hands trembled. She sat down right there, as if she had truly used all her strength. "My lady." Helen sighed as she handed Sylvia water and chocolate. "Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?" "It's necessary effort." Sylvia shook her head and drank the water in one gulp. "I don't want to lose family ever again." Raon had become a son she could be proud of, her relationship with her father was slowly recovering as she joined the direct lineage, and she was receiving respectful gazes from swordsmen. All her dreams had come true, but the nightmares that visited every other night hadn't disappeared. The Twin-Headed Demon's maniacal laughter, Edgar and Sia falling before him, and herself being dragged into darkness, unable to do anything. The nightmare that had repeated for over 20 years still tormented her. 'I can't go through the same thing again.' She had to protect Raon and the children in the annex at least. Knowing the sorrow of losing family, if the same thing were to happen again, she would throw away her life to save everyone. Sylvia raised her gaze slowly after making this vow to her soul. "Thank you, Helen." She put the chocolate Helen had given her into her mouth as she stood up. 'I can't stop.' Perhaps because she had broken through the Grandmaster barrier too easily, she had barely grown since then. Now was not the time to be complacent, but to focus all her efforts on increasing her strength. Sylvia gripped her sword again, raising a solemn yet warm light. *** Despite being on leave, Raon didn't train but headed towards southern Zieghart. -Where are you going? Wrath yawned long and tilted his chin. 'There's a place I haven't visited in a while.' -In a while? D-Don't tell me you... Wrath widened his eyes and thrust his face towards Raon. -Are you going to buy this King bead ice cream? And a new flavor at that... 'That's not it?' -Ngh... He smacked his lips long in disappointment. -It wouldn't hurt to stop by for a moment... 'Nope. Not going.' -Tch, then where is this? It looks familiar... Hm? Wrath's eyes widened as he saw the small village with thick smoke billowing from every chimney. -Isn't this where your sword was made? 'That's right. Seems you remember.' Raon nodded and entered the village. 'The village of blacksmiths who hammer iron day and night. Mirtan.' The 'he' that Glenn told him to visit yesterday is Vulcan, the Continent's Master. He made time to come here, also to have the Heavenly Drive serviced after a long time. -This place is dreadfully boring. Wrath muttered disinterestedly and retreated into the ice flower bracelet. 'All your interest is in bead ice cream, huh.' Raon tapped the bracelet and entered Mirtan. Hearing the furnace flames, the sound of iron, and the shouts of the masters, he felt energized. As he slowly looked around while heading up to Vulcan's workshop, he saw a familiar back of a head. "Dorian?" "Huh? Division Leader!" It really was Dorian. He stopped his transaction with a master and approached with a beaming smile. "What brings you here?" "What about you? Why are you here?" "I was stocking up on essentials!" Dorian smiled, saying he came out to replenish weapons and iron used in the war. His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't slept. "Don't tell me you've been..." "Yes. I've been buying essentials non-stop. I even got good fish and meat from the dawn market!" He chuckled as he pulled out fresh meat and fish from his pouch. "You could take it slow, you know..." "If I take it slow, I can't gather all the essentials!" Dorian roared, stamping his foot. "Huh...?" "Just like a graceful swan paddling furiously underwater, proper supply requires running day and night!" He furrowed his brow and raised his chin. "Do you understand?" "Ah, yes..." Raon stepped back, terrified. "I still have essentials to gather. See you later!" As soon as Dorian collected his items from the blacksmith, he left Mirtan village immediately. "Whew..." Raon chuckled as he watched Dorian quickly disappear. He looked excessively tired, but also incredibly happy. -Didn't this King tell you? Your wallet is a pervert... Wrath shook his head, saying there were only weirdos around. 'Maybe so...' Raon sighed and climbed to the top of Mirtan village. From the round workshop, he felt hammering and heat unlike anything he had heard before. 'He's still the same.' Raon smiled faintly and knocked on the workshop door. "Not accepting visitors!" Vulcan's gruff voice came from inside the workshop. Raon opened the door and entered as soon as Vulcan finished speaking. "Don't tell me you've retired again?" "Hmm...?" Vulcan slowly turned around. He gaped, revealing muscles even larger and firmer than before. "Raon!" Vulcan sprang up and hugged Raon. "It's been a while." "Indeed. It's been far too long!" He laughed heartily, asking why Raon had taken so long to visit. "I've heard about your exploits so much from others that my ears nearly fell off. It was almost tiresome." Vulcan patted Raon's shoulder heavily, as if proud of him. "It's all thanks to the sword you made, Master." Raon smiled, touching the hilt of the Heavenly Drive. "Your skills may not have improved, but your flattery certainly has!" Vulcan snorted and shook his head. "You didn't come to see my face, so let's see that sword of yours." He gestured with his hand, saying he'd take a look at the Heavenly Drive. "Understood." Raon bowed his head and carefully drew the Heavenly Drive. "Hmm..." Vulcan narrowed his eyes as he examined the Heavenly Drive. "You've maintained it somewhat, but the blade is damaged. Seems you've been through some fierce battles." He sighed, as if looking back at the time Raon had spent fighting through the Heavenly Drive. "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for? A worn sword means it's been fulfilling its role faithfully. The owner has nothing to be sorry about." Vulcan shook his head vigorously, saying all Raon needed to do was show himself as a true Zieghart swordsman. "I was going to call for you anyway, so you've come at just the right time." He put down the Heavenly Drive and walked to a corner of the workshop. "Pardon?" Raon blinked, watching Vulcan's back. "Some excellent materials have come in." Vulcan pulled out golden ore and red and blue iron beads from an old box, his lips curling into a smile. "I'll make your sword even sharper and stronger!"