The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1115

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Chapter 1115

“Sea salt, rock salt—they all come in different varieties. There’s red salt, blue salt, yellow salt, and more.”

Dorian’s expression brightened at Gluttony’s words, and he retrieved additional salts from his pouch. Just as he’d said, they shared a similar form, but each displayed a distinctly different hue.

“Ooh…”

Gluttony let out a rare exclamation of wonder, examining the salts Dorian had produced with meticulous attention.

“Why do the salts have different colors?”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at the vial containing red salt.

“It’s due to the types and quantities of impurities contained within the salt. This black salt here turned dark because volcanic impurities were incorporated into it.”

Dorian possessed not only the salts themselves but also comprehensive knowledge about them, answering immediately.

-Is it safe to consume salt with volcanic impurities in it?

Wrath cast a suspicious glance at Dorian.

-Not everyone has a stomach like that food-obsessed creature with lava for a digestive system.

He tapped my shoulder, warning that I might suffer indigestion and instructing me to verify the information thoroughly.

‘Is he worried about me?’

I felt a small surge of emotion as I looked at Wrath.

-Nonsense! If your stomach aches, you won’t be able to eat for a while! Stop spouting rubbish and ask him properly!

Wrath tilted his head in bewilderment at what he considered my foolish assumption.

‘Sigh…’

I gazed at Wrath with exasperation before releasing a weary sigh.

“Dorian. Is it safe to eat salt that contains volcanic impurities?”

I relayed Wrath’s question directly to Dorian.

“It’s only a trace amount that won’t harm the body, and since it’s charcoal, it’s perfectly fine.”

Dorian nodded as he popped a salt crystal into his own mouth.

“Impurities….”

Gluttony began sampling the salt crystals one by one like Dorian, searching for her preferred flavor.

“None of them are bad.”

She smacked her lips, clearly satisfied with all the varieties.

“Please try this one as well.”

Dorian, his fear of Gluttony apparently vanished, moved closer and produced a pink salt crystal for her.

“This is rock salt I obtained from Bekmang Mountain. Despite being salt, it has a remarkably clean taste!”

Dorian placed the salt into Gluttony’s palm with confident pride.

“Salt exists on Bekmang Mountain? And even if it did, how did you manage to obtain it?”

I blinked at Dorian in disbelief.

“Because it’s an essential supply!”

Dorian muttered his usual refrain with a bright smile.

-That bastard doesn’t rest on his days off—he’s out scavenging for supplies.
I already knew that. But I never imagined he’d be obsessed enough to trek all the way to Bekmang Mountain for salt.

Everyone at Gwangpung Hall knew Dorian wandered around gathering supplies whenever he had the chance.
But I hadn’t realized his obsession ran deep enough to venture to Bekmang Mountain for salt. It bordered on compulsive behavior.

“Hmm.”

Gluttony’s affection toward Dorian seemed to rise rapidly as she nodded and ate the pink salt.

“This is good.”

She waved her hand, saying that among all the salts so far, the rock salt from Bekmang Mountain pleased her the most.

“I want to try it with this.”

Gluttony sprinkled the rock salt from Bekmang Mountain over the pearl ice cream and put it in her mouth.

“Mmm….”

She closed her eyes as if savoring the taste deeply, her mouth moving slowly.

“Ah!”

Gluttony let out an exclamation and opened her eyes wide.

“It’s delicious. I’ve never tasted anything like this before.”

Her red eyes sparkled like shooting stars as she genuinely marveled.

“I’m so glad!”

Dorian drew a deep smile, seeming even more satisfied than Gluttony by her words.

“I want more.”

Gluttony began eating the pearl ice cream, sprinkling the pink salt as she went, clearly most pleased with this flavor.

-Heh….

Wrath couldn’t tear his eyes away from Gluttony’s expression and the pearl ice cream going into her mouth, drool dripping from his lips.

-I, I want to eat that too! It’s a flavor that doesn’t exist at the Ice Cream Shop!

He immediately grabbed his own head and shook it, desperate to eat the pearl ice cream.

‘I’m curious about it too.’

I pushed Wrath aside and smacked my lips with satisfaction.

‘This is the first pearl ice cream ever made here.’

I had watched the entire creation process from start to finish, and seeing Gluttony’s expression of pure rapture had drawn me in as well, despite my usual lack of appetite.

“Can I have one too?”

I reached out my hand to Dorian.

“Ah, of course!”

Dorian grinned and sprinkled salt from Bekmang Mountain onto a vanilla pearl ice cream before handing it to me.

“Thanks.”

I nodded to Dorian and placed the ice cream in my mouth.

Ahhhhh.

At first, the salt clinging to the ice cream’s surface flooded my palate with saltiness, but soon that saline taste dissolved, and the sweetness of the ice cream spread across my entire tongue.

A harmony of salt and sweetness. These two intense flavors alternated like a playful dance, each asserting its presence across my taste buds.

Perhaps due to the purity of Bekmang Mountain’s rock salt, there was no harshness whatsoever—only an overwhelming desire to keep eating that blossomed in my chest. It was a taste more wondrous than merely stimulating.

-Huh…!

Wrath seemed to experience the same sensation, his blue eyes sparkling with wonder as his jaw dropped open.

-Such a flavor exists?!

He trembled violently across his entire form in astonishment.

-I never imagined that the Wallet and the Glutton could create such a treasure!

Wrath applauded the two of them with genuine admiration.

“How is it?”

Dorian asked with an expression brimming with anticipation.

“Does it taste good?”

Gluttony gazed at me with a similar gleam in her eyes.

“It’s quite nice.”

I gave a thumbs up, declaring that it was absolutely delicious.

“Hehe!”
“As expected.”

Dorian and Gluttony nodded with similar expressions and laughed. Looking at them now, the Demon Lord and the human seemed to share remarkably similar dispositions.

“This time, would you like to try it with fruit instead of salt? These are salty tomatoes from the South.”

Dorian took the lead, suggesting they decorate the ice cream with fruit this time.

“Sounds good.”

Gluttony eagerly grabbed the tomato and pearl ice cream with an excited expression.

‘Beyond Dorian gaining new power…’

Watching the scene unfold, I stroked my smooth jawline.

‘Perhaps Demons and humans could forge bonds.’

Seeing this new possibility between Demons and humans, I naturally broke into a smile.

-Stop grinning and bring more ice cream!

Wrath tapped my shoulder.

-Offer the True Demon King sweet and salty pearl ice cream at once!

He waved his fist frantically, demanding I bring the salt ice cream.

‘Sigh…’

I shook my head as I watched the scene unfold.

‘This won’t do.’

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After entrusting Gluttony to Dorian, I observed the training of the Arian Family’s swordsmen alongside Martha.

“Relax the grip in your sword hand. Squeezing harder doesn’t make the blade stronger.”

I offered the most essential advice to the well-built swordsman at this stage.

“Ah, understood.”

The swordsman nodded with eyes gleaming as though he’d received divine revelation, then swung his blade again. As tension drained from his grip, the sword extended with greater fluidity.

“You’re not utilizing your lower body enough. True swordsmanship flows from a powerful stance.”

I instructed the red-haired swordsman beside him to focus on his lower body, then demonstrated the proper form myself.

“Yes, sir!”

The red-haired swordsman bellowed with all his might and swung his blade with exaggerated lower body strength. While imperfect, the increased power flowing through the sword was unmistakably evident.

I was moving to find the next swordsman in need of guidance when—

Boom!

A thunderous crash echoed from the right side of the Training Ground as if the earth itself were collapsing.

“That’s not it!”

Martha struck down the swordsman who had lunged at her with a single decisive blow, then shook her head.

“Even if it’s just sparring, you have to fight as if your life depends on it! That’s the only way to unleash your true power in real combat!”

She was personally conducting matches to hone the swordsmanship of the Arian Family’s knights.

“Next!”

Martha gestured with her hand toward the person standing behind the fallen knight.

“I’ll take you on!”

The next knight in line was Wendy, the Head of the Arian Family.
She had temporarily set aside her position as Head to participate in Martha’s training as a simple swordsman.

Whoooosh!

Wendy surged forward like the wind, bringing her blade down toward Martha’s chest.

Clang!

Martha deflected Wendy’s sword with ease, merely twisting her wrist.

“Not bad for a Head of House, I suppose. Of course….”

She smiled with her eyes as she pushed Wendy’s blade away.

“You still have a long way to go!”

Martha twisted her body and brought her sword down toward Wendy’s head.

Whoosh!

Rather than retreating, Wendy pressed forward, barely escaping the range of Martha’s strike.

Boom!

Martha’s blade struck the ground instead of Wendy’s head, sending out a violent shockwave.

Thud!

Wendy didn’t miss the opening and pivoted her body, drawing her blade toward Martha’s neck.

“Good judgment.”

Martha smiled thinly and turned her shoulder slightly. She deflected Wendy’s strike with ease before extending her own blade.

Clang!

Wendy deployed a defensive stance as if anticipating Martha’s counterattack, but she couldn’t withstand the overwhelming force and was sent flying backward.

“Ugh…”

She gasped in pain and tried to regain her footing, but Martha’s blade was already at her throat.

“I yield.”

Wendy sighed and bowed her head deeply.

“That wasn’t bad at all.”

Martha smiled knowingly, noting that Wendy had demonstrated skill beyond her raw power.

“I still have far to go.”

Wendy sighed, clearly unsatisfied with her own performance.

“No, you did well.”

I smiled brightly and patted Wendy’s shoulder.

“With the right opportunity, you could even reach Grand Master.”

I wasn’t merely making idle conversation. She had now reached the threshold of the Grand Master barrier, and with her exceptional talent, a single awakening would allow her to break through and ascend beyond it.

“Truly?”

Wendy’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Our commander doesn’t lie about such things.”

Martha nodded, affirming that it was genuine.

“If you continue with this level of effort, you’ll achieve it.”

I nodded, saying I looked forward to that day.

“I… I’m truly grateful.”

Wendy nodded earnestly, expressing her thanks.

“You shouldn’t thank me. It simply means the Head of House has accumulated this much effort.”

I laughed and shook my head. Since becoming the Head of House, Wendy had never abandoned her training and had grown steadily. I could already envision her ascending to Grand Master through her own strength in the near future.

“Oh, that’s right! I have something to give you!”

Wendy clapped her hands as if just remembering.

“It was completed this morning.”

She withdrew a silver-gleaming emblem shaped like a marsh from her inner pocket.

“It’s the newly completed emblem of the Arian Family. I’m giving it to you first as a sign of supporting you as the successor.”

She nodded, explaining that this was the first emblem of the Arian Family she was presenting to me.

“Are you truly certain about this?”

I opened my mouth in surprise as I gazed at the Arian Family emblem resting in Wendy’s palm.

“If you hadn’t come, neither I nor the Arian Family would exist.”

Wendy closed her eyes briefly, then opened them, her lips curving into a gentle smile.

“I will never forget that day—not now, not even after a lifetime passes. Please accept it.”

She knelt on her left knee and extended the hand holding the emblem forward.

“Thank you so much!”

The swordsmen of the Training Ground who had been watching the Head of House also knelt before me and bowed their heads.

“I appreciate your sentiment.”

I felt the preciousness of bonds even within the Arian Family, and I gently grasped the mark resting on Wendy’s hand.

“Of course.”

Wendy smiled brightly as if telling me not to worry.

“There is one more request I must ask of you, Head of House.”

I stepped closer to Wendy while gazing at the Arian Family’s mark.

“As you well know, the war with Derus Robert is not far off. Would the Arian Family be willing to stand with me in that battle?”

I asked Wendy to join me in the war that would come in the future.

-Aren’t these fellows a bit weak?

Wrath furrowed his brow as if suggesting it would be better to leave them alone.

‘Being alone here is more dangerous.’

Seeing that Derus had summoned an Archangel, his true objective was clearly not merely to erase the Five Emperors.
Eden would undoubtedly be orchestrating something on a Continental scale, so fighting together would be safer.

“Of course! I’ll reach Grand Master by then!”

Wendy clenched his fist firmly as if telling me not to worry.

Shhhhh.

As Raon and Wendy exchanged smiles while gazing at each other, a chilling scratching sound came from behind.

“Hm?”

When I glanced back, Evelyn was carving some mysterious mana pattern onto the Training Ground floor with a fierce glint in her eyes.

“What, what are you doing?”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry as I asked the question.

“Carving a mark. This place is ours now, after all.”

Evelyn smiled coldly as she explained she was inscribing the mark for the future.

“Suddenly?”
“It’s not sudden. I’ve carved the same mark everywhere we’ve been so far.”

She nodded, mentioning she had inscribed the same pattern in the Lower Castle and Sepia as well.

“W-what kind of mark is that supposed to be?”

I lowered my voice slightly as I asked.

“Hehe.”

Evelyn didn’t answer, merely narrowing her eyes as she smiled.

“Ah, ah….”

I felt a chill run down my spine at her laughter and took a step back.

-Don’t take her around with you anymore!

Wrath screamed, pleading for me to stop traveling with Evelyn.

‘I want to, but it’s already too late….’
“Hehehehe.”

Evelyn’s smile deepened as she watched me.

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I avoided Evelyn’s peculiar gaze and returned to the Dormitory where Dorian and Gluttony were staying.

Squeeeak!

A sound like a spinning waterwheel echoed from in front of Dorian’s door. Hearing the unfamiliar noise, I tilted my head and opened the door.

Squeeeeak!

Inside Dorian’s room was something I’d never seen before.

A cylindrical device rotated rapidly, forming round-shaped ice cream, and as Dorian sprinkled fruit over it, the ice cream’s color began to change.

“Strawberries pair wonderfully with ice cream. Though these strawberries are a bit different from ordinary ones. They’re dark in color, and the saltiness is stronger than the tartness. In other words, we can create ice cream that’s sweet while maximizing the salty flavor.”

Dorian grinned as if asking whether I wasn’t excited.

“Excellent! Absolutely excellent!”

Gluttony sang while gazing at the rotating spherical ice cream as if enchanted.

“Oh? You’re back?”

Dorian bowed his head toward me standing at the door.

“No….”

My jaw trembled as I watched the spherical ice cream slowly taking shape.

“Why are you making the spherical ice cream itself? Weren’t you just supposed to add toppings?”

Before heading to the Training Ground, he was definitely only adding things on top of the spherical ice cream. I couldn’t understand why he was suddenly making ice cream from scratch.

“Gluttony said she wanted to try making ice cream herself. We’re using the finest ingredients.”

Dorian had grown quite close to Gluttony, chuckling as he called her name.

“You have equipment to make spherical ice cream?”

My mouth fell open since I’d never even considered such a thing existed.

“It’s a necessity.”

Dorian nodded, as if carrying it around was only natural.

-Why would that be a necessity!

Even Wrath, who couldn’t resist pearl ice cream, cried out that it made no sense.

“I like this guy.”

Gluttony gazed at Dorian with a rare smile playing at her lips.

“Won’t you give him to me?”

She pointed at Dorian with her finger as if she wanted to make him her subordinate. This actually seemed like it might work.

“Gluttony, I have a favor to ask of you.”

I lowered myself to meet Gluttony’s gaze at eye level.

“A favor? Tell me.”

Gluttony nodded as if she would grant most any request.

“Soon, a war with the Archangel will break out on this land. Could you fight alongside us?”

After taking a shallow breath, I revealed the purpose of seeking her out.

“Yes, I’ll do it. However….”

Gluttony gave an affirmative answer without the slightest hesitation.

“Because of causality, I cannot use all of my power.”

She shook her head, saying she might not be as helpful as Sloth.

“Then I’ll grant one of your requests in return.”

I looked directly at Gluttony and nodded.

“A request that can fulfill your greatest desire.”
“A request….”

Gluttony narrowed her eyes as she watched the strawberry ice cream nearing completion.

“Then let me taste something new. The most delicious flavor I’ve ever had, something truly novel.”

He nodded, saying that with such a taste, he could break his own causality and commit all his power to participate in the war.

“Understood. I’ll find a way no matter what.”

Raon rose to his feet with a smirk.

“And one more thing. Could you transfer a portion of your gluttony authority to that one?”

Raon pointed his finger at Dorian.

“Huh, authority? I don’t possess such a strong appetite, do I?”

Dorian waved his hand, insisting he lacked the capacity to receive the authority of gluttony.

“That’s true. This man has no talent for gluttony. However….”

Gluttony’s gaze swept across Dorian’s entire body before stopping at his waist pouch.

“There’s something similar.”
“Something similar?”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Gluttony.

“This man has an obsession with filling that pouch the way I satisfy my hunger. In other words….”

Gluttony nodded as she observed Dorian’s wavering eyes.

“He possesses the talent of obsession.”
“O, obsession…?”

Dorian shook his head vigorously.

“It’s not an obsession! I just prepare everything I might need, that’s all!”

He vehemently denied it while pulling various items from his belly pouch.

“You never know where you’ll end up. Everyone carries a portable house and bed, a bathtub—it’s common sense! This ice cream machine is necessary when I want homemade ice cream!”

Dorian shook the bathtub and ice cream machine, insisting they were ordinary travel items.

“Normal people don’t carry bathtubs when they travel….”

I shook my head as I watched Dorian sweating profusely.

“You’re not even bringing the ice cream machine…”

Even Wrath, who loved ice cream, exhaled in disbelief at that one.

“That’s definitely an obsession.”
-Definitely an obsession.
“It is not!”

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