The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1147

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Chapter 1147

“A god?”

Saint Olga tilted her head at Barthius, her expression puzzled.

“I don’t serve any god.”

She snorted dismissively, as if the very notion was absurd.

“Wh….”
“Huh?”
“Wh-what did she just….”

The Dragons blinked in bewilderment, their expressions even more stunned than when they were being pummeled one-sidedly by Raon.

“I don’t worship gods or anything like that.”

Olga shook her head with cold, piercing eyes—a demeanor wholly unbecoming of her title as a Saint.

“That’s nonsense!”

Red Dragon Balashiur blinked vacantly, utterly dumbfounded.

“How can someone possess such immense divine power and claim not to serve a god? That makes no sense.”

He shook his head as if demanding she recant her words.

“I’ve never encountered anything like this before. How fascinating.”

Blue Dragon Sirtiren, whose expression was perpetually cheerful, opened his mouth wide in astonishment.

“It’s not a lie.”

Raon exhaled a brief sigh as he regarded Olga.

“That woman experienced something in the past that made her stop praying entirely.”

Olga had stopped hoping for anything from the gods because of what had happened in the Shuper Holy Kingdom in the past, and now she fought alone.

“I used to serve the Supreme God. After all, the god of Shuper is also the Supreme God of this Continent. But….”

Olga glared at the brilliant sky and clicked her tongue.

“I don’t need that anymore. The only ones I trust are myself and the people I’ve chosen.”

She spoke of no longer following the gods, her gaze briefly settling on Raon.

“That’s strange.”

Barthius furrowed his brow, finding Olga’s words difficult to accept.

“What do you find strange?”

Olga extended her hand, asking him to explain what he meant.

“The divine power of priests varies in texture depending on which god they serve. Yet the divine power I sense from you….”

Barthius gazed at Olga intently, lowering his brows.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen anything like it. It’s an entirely different kind from the Supreme God’s divine power.”

He tilted his chin toward Olga.

“If you were a Saint serving the Supreme God, you of all people would know better than anyone.”
“…Dragons really do know everything, don’t they.”

Olga let out a soft laugh, meeting Barthius’s gaze.

“You’re right. The divine power dwelling in me now isn’t from the Supreme God. And I don’t even know whose it is.”

She nodded, confirming that Barthius’s words were accurate.

“You don’t know who granted you this divine power?”

Barthius let out a hollow laugh, as if finding the situation absurd.

“Holiness is a far more dangerous power than it appears. Your very existence could be erased.”

He lowered his brows as if to warn me to be careful.

“I don’t care.”

Olga brushed off her hands with an impassive gaze.

“If that meddlesome fool hadn’t interfered, I would have died long ago.”

She said she could even give her life right now in return for that irritating meddling.

“Olga.”

I called out to Olga, furrowing my brow.

“Don’t talk about being willing to die. Find out who the god is that granted you this holy power. It may not end with just death.”

I would sooner trust the Demon Lords than any god.

I don’t fully understand the concept of holy power, but there’s no way any entity would grant Olga such tremendous strength without some price. Whoever bestowed this holiness upon her must certainly be plotting something.

“What business is it of yours?”

Olga waved her hand dismissively.

“Because I’m the meddlesome fool who saved you.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“Besides, your king is still a fool, and Shuper still needs you. And I have a promise to keep with you.”
“Hmm….”

Olga clicked her tongue softly and turned her head away.

“Fine.”

She pouted her lips, reluctant but willing to follow my words.

“If there’s anything difficult….”
“That’s enough.”

Just as I was about to add another word, Evelyn approached from the side and grabbed my arm.

[That’s right. Don’t say anything more!]

Rust’s voice turned cold, sharing the same sentiment as Evelyn.

“Uh, um….”

I nodded with a reluctant expression.

“Hehe.”

Barthius looked at me and lifted the corners of his mouth slightly.

“Why are you smiling?”

I tilted my head at Barthius with a puzzled expression.

“This is one of the reasons we chose you.”

Barthius looked at the people standing around me and drew a serene smile.

“The strongest individuals of the Continent gather around you. The power to draw people together without threats or commands—it’s the finest talent I’ve witnessed in all my long years.”

He nodded, saying that he had made his choice partly because so many people gathered around me.

“People, you say….”

I followed Barthius’s gaze. Saint Olga, Evelyn, Dorian, and even the hidden Rust. The people gathered here alone possessed enough power to topple a nation, yet I still commanded forces beyond even that.

‘When I think about it, it’s rather amusing.’

To someone who died in my past life without a single friend, being told I possessed the power to gather people—a hollow laugh escaped me.
Throughout this life, I felt how much had changed and how much I had gained.

—Hmph!

Wrath snorted at Barthius.

-I am not human, but the True Demon King! Look properly!

He shook his head vigorously, insisting not to be treated as human.

‘That’s true enough.’

I chuckled and nodded in agreement.

‘You’re a true Demon King.’

The fact that Wrath only took issue with the “human” part of Barthius’s words meant he didn’t deny being one of my people—a realization that warmed my heart.

“I’ve said all there is to say. Now I’ll be going. Can’t let the old fools catch wind of this.”

Barthius dusted off his dirt-covered clothes and stood. A pillar of light inscribed with teleportation magic rose behind him.

“Next time we meet, I’ll suppress your speed with my power!”

Red Dragon Balashiur ignited flames above his eyes.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen. That guy’s strong too.”

Blue Dragon Sirtiren patted Balashiur’s shoulder, suggesting he accept what he couldn’t change.

“Only the dead cease to grow. In war, I’ll show you a different side.”

White Dragon Busiharabi lifted his chin expectantly.

“Come to my side, and I’ll craft magic that becomes addictive. Let’s clash once more.”

Black Dragon Dariauran chuckled, saying that next time he would strike him from behind.

“Very well. Until next time.”

I smiled and waved to the five Dragons.

“One last thing—you should make sure to learn more about that god.”

Barthius waved his hand toward Olga.

“Gods are not perfect beings—they’re capricious creatures.”

With those final words, he vanished into light alongside the other Dragons.

“I get it already!”

Olga kicked at the ground as if telling him to stop talking.

-No, this won’t do!

Wrath reached out toward the disappearing Dragons.

-Those are the True Demon King’s prey!

He cried out that he’d eat just one bite, but the Dragons had already vanished.

[Why? Are you craving roasted Dragon? Should I catch one for you?]

Rust smacked her lips as if reading Wrath’s mind. They truly made a fitting pair.

‘Wrath.’

I gestured to Wrath while observing Olga, whose brow was furrowed.

‘Do you sense anything unusual about Olga?’
-Hmm….

Wrath scanned Olga with his arms crossed.

-Nothing particularly strange. No curses or signs of possession.

He shook his head, saying it didn’t seem like a god had directly intervened yet.

-Still, it’s wise to be cautious as that shiny lizard said. Gods aren’t the omnipotent beings you think they are—they’re fools swayed by emotion.
‘I see….’

I exhaled heavily while watching Olga examine her divine power.

‘I hope nothing goes wrong.’

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“Things have been quite peaceful lately.”

Sheryl walked through the serene corridors of the Patriarch’s Hall with a bright smile.

“It’s much easier now that the Head of House isn’t having his usual outbursts.”

She remarked with wonder at how Glen remained calm even while Raon was away, rolling her wrists.

“It simply means he trusts Raon that much.”

Roen offered a wry smile as he listened to Sheryl’s words.

“Besides, there are few who could actually threaten Raon.”

He nodded, saying that Glen would have no reason to worry in the future.

“That’s fortunate. Now the personnel of the Patriarch’s Hall can finally work properly….”

Sheryl was brushing her hair back as she observed the swordsmen of the Patriarch’s Hall moving busily about.

BOOM!

A tremendous sound erupted from the Audience Chamber, and violent tremors shook through the entire Patriarch’s Hall.

“What…?”

Sheryl’s eyes widened as she watched the corridors of the Patriarch’s Hall shake.

“It seems like it’s starting already?”

She turned her gaze to Roen, asking what was happening.

“Hehehehe….”

Roen let out a murky laugh and casually averted his gaze.

“It seems the Head of House’s patience has only increased by about a week.”

He shrugged as if to say it was still a good thing.

“That’s not a good thing! We’re swamped with work right now, and the kids have to stand still for another three hours!”

Sheryl sighed and pointed to the swordsmen of the Patriarch’s Hall on her right.

“Ughhhh!”
“I-it’s been so long since an earthquake… I can’t adjust. I’m getting dizzy….”
“It’s not that it’s been long—the vibrations have gotten stronger!”

The swordsmen, unable to focus amid the violent tremors, barely managed to hold on to the walls.

“Hehehehe. Just bear with it a little longer….”
“No way!”

Sheryl shook her head vigorously.

“I’m going to tell him clearly today! Stop bouncing your leg! I’m sick of fixing the platform!”

She was about to rush toward the Audience Chamber to speak directly with Glen when—

“Another earthquake has visited us today.”

A leisurely voice came from behind Sheryl and Roen.

“Huh?”
“Mm!”

Sheryl and Roen turned around with their eyes wide open.

“Raon!”
“Raon, sir?”

Behind the two of them stood Raon, his appearance unchanged from when he had departed for the Shuper Holy Kingdom.

“I’m back.”

Raon smiled and bowed his head to Sheryl and Roen.

“Ah….”

Sheryl swallowed hard as she looked at Raon.

‘I didn’t sense him at all.’

Even though Raon hadn’t hidden his presence, she hadn’t detected him approaching from behind. It seemed he had elevated his abilities to another level during his time in Shuper.

“Hehe.”

Roen chuckled warmly and nodded in approval.

“You’ve returned even stronger. Now even Shadow itself wouldn’t be able to keep pace with you.”

He offered his congratulations and clapped his hands together.

“Fortune simply favored me a little.”

Raon laughed awkwardly and waved his hand.

“When fortune favors you every time, that’s not fortune—that’s skill!”

Sheryl struck Raon’s back, telling him to stop being so humble.

“And tell your grandfather to calm down! He must know you’ve arrived, yet he’s making even more of a commotion.”

She sighed deeply, feeling the vibrations in the Patriarch’s Hall intensify with Raon’s arrival.

“Understood.”

After greeting Sheryl and Roen, Raon walked toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Sigh….”

Sheryl watched Raon’s back and let out a hollow laugh.

“When I used to take him around, he was just a runny-nosed brat. When did he grow so much? Now he’s completely out of my league.”

She felt both pride and regret watching Raon, and smacked her lips.

“In truth, when Raon was still a runny-nosed brat, he couldn’t have even come near this place.”

Roen laughed heartily and lowered his hand.

“To overcome the pressure of the Main Lineage with his own strength alone, and now to become the man closest to being the successor….”

He shook his head in disbelief, having witnessed Raon’s journey from the sidelines.

“It seems you support Raon as the successor, Roen.”

Sheryl curled up the corners of her mouth and nudged Roen with her elbow.

“Anyone who has seen Raon can’t help but think that way. Isn’t that true for the Heavenly Sword Master as well?”

Roen shrugged his shoulders toward Sheryl.

“That’s certainly true.”

Sheryl watched Raon enter the Audience Chamber with a gentle smile.

“I can only wish for that child to do well and live happily.”

She clasped her hands together, wishing for Raon’s happiness more than her own.

“You pray too.”

Sheryl thought of the lazy Elf watching from somewhere and narrowed her eyes meaningfully.

“For your disciple’s happiness.”

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Glen felt Raon approaching the Audience Chamber door and stopped his trembling legs.

‘He’s returned faster than expected.’

When Raon said he was going to the Shuper Holy Kingdom to assist the Holy Temple, I thought it would take a month like before, but his return was far quicker than anticipated.

‘I was trembling without realizing it.’

This time, I had resolved not to tremble even without Raon’s presence, yet the moment I sensed my grandson’s aura, my legs moved of their own accord. It seemed I needed to steel my resolve further.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat and straightened his clothing.

‘I can’t help the trembling, but I shouldn’t show surprise at Raon’s accomplishments.’

Recently, I had only displayed astonishment and bewilderment at Raon’s feats, but now I resolved to exercise restraint and show the dignity of a Head of House rather than merely a grandfather.

“It is the Room of Self. May I enter?”

Raon’s voice came from outside the Audience Chamber door.

“Come in.”

Glen told Raon to enter with a brief nod of his head.

Creak.

Raon opened the iron door himself and entered the Audience Chamber.

‘My grandson is still so handsome… no, that’s not it.’

He’s grown stronger again.

I could feel Raon’s remarkable growth. I was curious what he had experienced in just a week to achieve such transformation.

‘Still, I mustn’t show surprise.’

I vowed not to be surprised no matter what happened this time, and I forced my racing heart to calm down.

“I greet the Head of House!”

I walked to the center of the Audience Chamber, dropped to one knee, and bowed my head.

“Rise.”

Glen Zigheart gestured for me to stand, waving his hand.

“Good. Did you manage the Shuper Holy Cathedral well?”
“Yes. The Demon Lords had taken root there, so I assisted in driving her out.”

I nodded, mentioning that it hadn’t been a particularly difficult task.

“…Demon Lords.”

Glen Zigheart repeated the word “Demon Lords” and swallowed hard.

‘I almost got surprised again.’

Fortunately, I already knew that Raon had various connections with the Demon Lords, or else I might have let out an involuntary exclamation at the mention of them.

“I see. That’s fortunate.”

Glen Zigheart forced a calm smile and nodded.

“The details are….”
“And….”

I looked up at Glen Zigheart and spoke again.

“I’ve gained the support of the Holy Dragons, those close to the Ancient Dragons. They said they would reveal the location of the Lord by any means necessary.”

I revealed a grave expression, mentioning that I had formed connections with the Dragons.

“D-Dragons?”

Glen Zigheart finally couldn’t hold back and gaped in astonishment.

“Is that truly the case!”

At the prospect of gaining information and cooperation from Dragons whom I had only ever regarded as enemies, I found myself rising from the Jade Throne without conscious thought.

“Roen! Sheryl!”

I called out to Roen and Sheryl with a voice that carried across the chamber.

“Summon the executives! At once!”

Glen Zigheart cast aside all pretense of composure and clapped his hands with fervent enthusiasm.

‘Truly, my grandson!’

Everyone must hear of this! Yes!

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