The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1116

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Chapter 1116

“I’m simply well-prepared, that’s all!”

Dorian shook his head vigorously,
insisting it was absolutely not obsessive behavior.

“Sure. Sure. I get it.”

I dismissed Dorian’s words and approached Gluttony.

“So you’re saying you can transfer your power to Dorian?”
“Yeah. I can do it.”

Gluttony nodded slowly, as if it were entirely feasible.

“The power of gluttony will weaken somewhat, but it’s definitely possible.”

He raised a small hand, indicating that while it would be somewhat insufficient, it wasn’t a critical shortage.

“If that human accepts my power well, even if I fight the Archangel with all my strength, the gluttony power dwelling within you won’t completely disappear. Probably.”

Gluttony repeated the exact same words Sloth had spoken not long ago. However, since this was his first time doing something like this, he seemed unable to speak with absolute certainty.

“That’s enough for me.”

From the beginning, I had thought it wouldn’t matter even if all the Demon Lords’ powers were consumed. This level of assurance was more than sufficient.

“…You’re quite peculiar.”

Gluttony tilted his head slowly while observing me.

“What’s peculiar about me?”

I narrowed my eyes and posed the question in return.

“The gluttony power I sent to you has changed.”

Gluttony’s crimson eyes flashed as if peering into the depths of my very soul.

“It’s completely different from when it was with me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“I don’t know.”

He shook his head, saying he couldn’t tell right now. Beyond that, he sealed his lips as if unwilling to say more.

“Y-you’re saying I’ll receive the power of Gluttony…?”

Dorian’s jaw trembled uncontrollably, as though he couldn’t fathom the situation of having to receive a Demon Lord’s power.

“Uhhhhh….”

He muttered pleas for mercy and collapsed onto the floor.

“Gluttony.”

I left Dorian to his strange groans and turned my attention back to Gluttony.

“Describe in detail the food you want to eat.”

Since Gluttony had mentioned wanting something new—food even more delicious than the ice cream he’d consumed until now—I wanted to hear his specific requirements.

“Hmm….”

Gluttony rested his chin on his fingers and closed his eyes.

“I’m not sure.”

He opened his eyes again and muttered that he himself didn’t know what he wanted.

“This won’t be easy.”

I sighed, placing both hands on my hips. This situation seemed far more difficult than the matter with Sloth.

“Still, I wish there was bead ice cream.”

Gluttony suddenly raised his hand.

“As I thought.”

I recalled the pearl ice cream I’d eaten so far and smacked my lips.

“And it would be nice if multiple flavors could be felt simultaneously.”

Gluttony lifted her head, saying there was one more thing.

“Multiple flavors….”
“And instead of those flavors coming out separately, I’d like them all to burst at once.”

Despite claiming not to know, he was actually dropping quite a few hints.

“Made from pearl ice cream, with multiple flavors bursting all at once….”

I repeated Gluttony’s words, my eyes narrowing in concentration.

‘This won’t be easy at all.’

A sigh escaped me unbidden as I couldn’t figure out where to even begin.

-Don’t worry! I am the True Demon King, after all!

Wrath raised his hand confidently.

-When it comes to evaluating taste, there is no one who can match the True Demon King!

He clenched his fist, insisting I trust him.

‘First, wipe the drool from your mouth before you speak.’

I closed Wrath’s jaw as saliva dripped from his mouth like a starving puppy’s.

-I-It’s not that the True Demon King wants to eat it! I merely wish to help you! Yes. Friend! As a friend!

Wrath shook his head while swallowing the endless stream of drool.

‘Well, it should still be helpful regardless.’

Wrath had consumed various foods alongside me, which provided sufficient reference material.

‘Of course, his taste evaluations are absolutely abysmal.’

I decided to disregard his assessments entirely and simply note whether dishes possessed flavor or lacked it.

“Dorian.”

I gestured for Dorian to come closer.

“Let’s begin immediately.”
“W-wait, I’m participating too?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly unaware he would be included.

“You’re the one who needs to receive Gluttony’s Authority, so you have to participate.”

I grabbed the back of Dorian’s head and opened the Dormitory door.

“Uuuugh….”

Dorian’s jaw trembled, clearly reluctant both to leave and to receive Gluttony’s Authority.

“I’ll prepare everything shortly, so wait here.”

I waved to Gluttony before leaving the Chamber.

“A new flavor….”

Gluttony’s expression softened into a faint smile, trusting my words. Within her Gluttony Authority, a new emotion burned brighter, its light intensifying.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

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“Huff….”

Burren Zigheart slowly steadied his breathing and lowered his sword. He wiped the sweat streaming across his entire body and curled his lips upward.

‘This is the kind of training that truly satisfies me.’

In my childhood, it was Rimer who drove me to exert myself, and after growing up, it was Raon. The habit of pushing my body had become so ingrained that without breaking a sweat, training felt hollow and meaningless.

‘The others must feel the same way.’

The other swordsmen seemed to share my sentiment, wielding their blades with full force and drenching themselves in perspiration.

‘Even without Raon present, they’re all working hard.’

In the past, whenever Raon was absent from the Training Ground, the swordsmen would subtly reduce the intensity of their practice.

But now that Raon was aiming to become the Head of House, the swordsmen threw themselves into training with full commitment—if only to avoid bringing shame upon their lord.

It was Gwangpung’s own way of showing resolve: they could endure humiliation themselves, but they would never allow their master to be disgraced.

‘I cannot afford to stand idle either.’

As vice-commander, I must give my absolute best.

Just as Burren Zigheart tossed aside the towel he’d used to dry himself and was about to resume his swordplay, a sound cut through the air.

Goro-ro-rong.

In the Training Ground filled with spirited shouts, a snoring sound echoed.

“Mm….”

Burren Zigheart furrowed his brow and turned around, spotting Lunan Slion sleeping with his back against a tree.

‘Is that fool sleeping again?’

Lunan Slion had always been someone who needed considerable sleep, but during training hours, he was meticulous about adhering to the schedule and focused solely on his exercises.

Lately, however, even during training time, he seemed to be sleeping far more than wielding his sword. It was especially conspicuous given how diligently the other swordsmen were practicing.

“Sigh….”

Burren exhaled deeply, releasing the heat that had been building inside him.

‘I’ll talk to him later.’

Since Lunan Slion was also a Unit Commander leading the inspectors, it would be better to speak when they were alone rather than in front of everyone.

‘Then let me refocus….’

Just as Burren was composing himself and about to look forward again—

*Thump.*

Lunan Slion, who had been leaning his back against a tree, slid down into a sitting position and began snoring loudly.

“Uh, did you not sleep last night?”
“He’s snoring pretty heavily today.”
“Will he be alright?”

The inspectors tilted their heads in confusion as they watched Lunan Slion.

“Sigh….”

Burren lowered his sword again and approached Lunan Slion.

‘I can’t tolerate this.’

He had intended to let it slide, but seeing him sleep so openly during training time was unbearable.

“Lunan Slion!”

Burren reached out and grabbed Lunan Slion’s shoulder as he snored away.

“Wake up! This is training time!”

He shook her shoulder while shouting at her to set an example as a Unit Commander.

“Mmgh….”

Lunan Slion slowly opened her eyes and looked at Burren Zigheart.

“I was training….”

She blinked vacantly, insisting she had been training properly.

“What nonsense! I don’t make excuses for Raon, but I won’t for you either!”

Burren shook his head, telling her to stop talking foolishly and draw her sword.

“I’m serious….”

Lunan Slion let out a long yawn and slowly rose to her feet.

“Look….”

She drew the sword from her waist and pointed it toward the descending sun.

Whoooosh!

The moment Lunan Slion’s blade turned toward the tilted sun, azure radiance blazed forth, and waves of frost began to overflow in all directions.

Magnificent and grand fragments of frost swept across the darkening sky, as splendid as when Raon unfurled his flame spirit with cold energy.

“Th-this is….”

Burren Zigheart’s jaw trembled as he felt Lunan Slion’s blade far surpass his own. This was not a realm that someone who had only trained alone could reach.

“Insane….”
“Is that Lunan Slion’s blade?”
“You’ve changed so much….”
“You’ve only been sleeping every day lately, so how….”

The other swordsmen also stood with gaping mouths, unable to close them in shock.

“You saw it…?”

Lunan Slion sheathed her sword and leaned her back against a tree.

“I was training diligently….”

She closed her eyes again, signaling that she didn’t want to be disturbed.

“Yeah… I understand….”

Burren Zigheart swallowed hard and stepped back.

‘Isn’t this completely unfair?’

He was amazed and slightly jealous that Lunan Slion, who merely sprawled out sleeping every dawn while he trained under Karun’s instruction, had become stronger.

Though effort wasn’t always guaranteed to be rewarded, he felt betrayed by the world.

“It’s fine….”

Lunan Slion, as if aware of his thoughts, slowly waved her hand.

“You’ll gain it soon too.”

She spoke in a calm voice as if suggesting that patience would bring him something, then drifted back into sleep.

“Could it be….”

Burren Zigheart narrowed his eyes as he watched Lunan Slion snoring quietly.

“Is Raon scheming something again?”

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-So you actually did it!

Wrath wiped his tongue clean with his palm.

-What kind of madman pours ice cream into spicy stew!

He ground his teeth as if questioning how anyone could conceive of adding mint chocolate ice cream to red stew.

‘I simply enjoy stew….’

Raon shook his head, explaining that he’d only attempted it once.

“It’s novel in concept, but the flavor falls short.”

Dorian furrowed his brow in agreement—this combination simply wouldn’t do.

“Creating a new flavor isn’t easy unless you’re harmonizing it with other dishes.”

Gluttony had already consumed every pearl ice cream in existence, and thanks to Dorian, she’d thoroughly sampled ice creams infused with various seasonings and exotic fruits. To satisfy her palate, there was no choice but to attempt something entirely new.

“I apologize. I’ve been too reckless….”

Dorian scratched his head, lamenting that his efforts had exhausted nearly all remaining options.

“No, you’ve done well. Thanks to you, Gluttony agreed to my request.”

Raon patted Dorian’s shoulder, telling him not to blame himself.

“The fundamental challenge is that ice cream must serve as the base. It’s difficult to adapt something cold to warm dishes.”

Dorian sighed, noting that cold foods themselves were scarce.

-And we must maintain the flavor as well.

Wrath clicked his tongue, remarking that satisfying Gluttony—now awakened to culinary refinement—would be no simple feat.

‘What if I combine fruits?’

I blended apples, strawberries, and bananas, crafting pearl ice cream in a vibrant spectrum of hues.

“The flavor is quite acceptable, isn’t it?”

Dorian gave a thumbs up, declaring the taste remarkably excellent.

“Let me try.”

I brought Gluttony a pearl ice cream made from a combination of fruits.

“It tastes good. But I’ve had this flavor many times before….”

Gluttony shook her head, acknowledging the taste itself was acceptable but insisting it lacked novelty.

-The True Demon King shares my sentiment. This level of creation cannot twist causality.

Wrath also dismissed it with a wave, saying it fell far short in every conceivable way.

“This is frustrating.”

I returned to my room and collapsed onto the bed.

‘I’ve spent all day making ice cream, yet I’m no closer to an answer.’

Since bringing Dorian out yesterday, I’d devoted more than a full day to ice cream research, yet I still had no idea how to create a flavor that was truly new.

‘I’m even afraid to face him.’

Gluttony had criticized me so harshly that merely looking at his face had become agonizing.

-Hehehehe….

Meanwhile, Wrath seemed perfectly content, patting his round belly with a satisfied smile, clearly delighted from having eaten so much ice cream.

‘That useless….’

At first, he’d given instructions as if he knew everything, but later I discovered he’d simply been requesting combinations he personally wanted to eat. This infuriating Demon Lord.

“Should I source more of that next time?”

Dorian, unfatigued since this concerned supplies, was meticulously noting the ingredients we’d need to procure. He claimed it wasn’t obsession, but to me it was obsession incarnate.

“Let’s rest for now.”

Just as I was waving my hand dismissively and about to close my eyes.

Knock, knock.

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

I nodded immediately, recognizing who it was.

“Seems like things aren’t going smoothly.”

Evelyn opened the door and stepped inside with a knowing smile.

“Is finding a new ice cream flavor really that difficult?”
“H-how did you…?”

I exhaled sharply. Evelyn hadn’t been present during my conversation with Gluttony, yet somehow she knew every detail of it.

-She placed a surveillance spell on your body, I’m telling you!

Wrath shrieked that he couldn’t escape Evelyn’s grasp until she tore away his flesh.

“You looked troubled, so I made you a sandwich.”

Evelyn set a sandwich with ham, cheese, and egg on the table, insisting I eat it while it was fresh.

“This is…?”
“That’s right. I learned it from Mother.”

She smiled softly, explaining that the sandwich was made according to Sylvia’s recipe.

“Mother’s sandwich?”

Though I had been frightened of Evelyn moments before, learning that she had studied my mother’s recipe and prepared this sandwich filled me with gratitude far more powerful than my fear.

-That’s a good Mad Woman right there!

Wrath’s fear of Evelyn seemed to vanish with a single sandwich, his admiration bursting forth. He was truly a simple Demon Lord.

“I’ll enjoy it.”

I picked up the sandwich and took a bite.

“Delicious.”

I had thought the taste might differ slightly even with the same recipe, but the sandwich tasted identical to the ones Sylvia always brought during my training sessions.

-It truly is! Mother’s flavor!

Wrath nodded in agreement, praising the well-toasted sandwich.

“Your mother taught you well. She mentioned not to toast the bread wrapping the ingredients too much.”

Evelyn turned her body slightly, looking embarrassed.

“When you place scrambled eggs, ham, and cheese on perfectly toasted bread, that’s exactly the flavor that emerges.”

She spoke as though it were nothing special, but I could sense the care poured into every detail.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I feel a bit stronger… huh?”

I was thanking Evelyn while looking at the sandwich when I suddenly sprang to my feet.

“That’s it!”

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“It’s complete.”

I stood before Gluttony, holding a silver-lidded plate.

“An ice cream dish that can finally satisfy you.”

This time, I spoke with perfect confidence, my smile radiating certainty.

“Really?”

Gluttony stared blankly at the plate.

“It’s not just about the taste, is it?”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression tinged with skepticism.

“This time, you’ll have no choice but to be satisfied. It’s a flavor you’ve never experienced before, with multiple layers of taste, and they harmonize beautifully.”

I curled my lips upward and lifted the silver lid covering the plate.

Whoooosh!

Beneath the white frost, the food on the plate gradually came into view.

It was a novel creation—pale yellow ice cream pressed into an elliptical shape between two thin slices of bread.

“An ice cream sandwich. The new flavor you’ve been searching for.”

I tilted my chin and offered the plate with the ice cream sandwich to Gluttony.

“Hmm….”

Gluttony tilted her head, studying the ice cream nestled between the bread like a sandwich.

“It’s certainly unusual.”

She murmured that she’d never seen this form before, then grasped the ice cream sandwich with both hands.

“W-will it be alright?”

Dorian bit his pale, weary lips with concern.

“It’ll be fine.”

I clenched my fists as I watched Gluttony bring the ice cream sandwich to her mouth.

“That’s a flavor that even a picky eater of a Demon Lord would be satisfied with. And besides….”

I grinned and gazed at the viscous liquid dripping from between the bread.

“There’s a secret weapon hidden inside it.”

Before I could even finish speaking, Gluttony’s eyes widened dramatically as she bit into the ice cream sandwich.

“Oh!”

An even more intense exclamation burst from Gluttony’s lips—far more passionate than when she’d first tasted the pearl ice cream.

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