The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 117

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Chapter 117

Zigheart Audience Chamber.
Glen Zigheart looked down at Rimer from the platform with eyes as cold as ice.

“What brings you here again today?”
“Pfft!”

Rimer glanced up at Glen Zigheart before bursting into laughter. He belatedly pretended to cover his mouth, but the gesture itself was an act. His expression was irritating enough to make one want to strike him.

“You….”
“I must apologize first.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been misjudging you, Lord Zigheart.”
“What?”
“I never expected you to move the Bi-Yeon Society in secret for Raon’s sake. I didn’t know you cherished your grandson to such a degree.”

The Bi-Yeon Society was the Lord’s direct intelligence organization. It was the highest agency that moved only in exceptional circumstances.

“How did you….”

Glen Zigheart’s voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence.

“Well, with my experience, I have my own sources of information.”

Rimer shrugged, but it was obvious where the information had leaked from.

“Sigh, Roen….”

Glen Zigheart sighed and looked at Roen standing to his left. Roen waved his hand as if he knew nothing, but he couldn’t hide his crescent-moon smile.

“Impressive, isn’t it? How did you come up with the idea of winning money at the Gambling House to participate in the auction? Who did you learn that from?”

The answer to who he learned it from was already clear. It was the red-haired elf causing a commotion in front.

“And then losing at the auction, stealing the item, and even turning the tables to mock the princess of Valcar—you’re quite an entertaining fellow.”

Rimer said I had raised my disciple well and burst into a frivolous laugh.

“We haven’t confirmed the theft yet.”
“Come on, if the Bi-Yeon Society is 90% certain, that’s practically the truth.”
“You know quite a lot.”

Glen clicked his tongue briefly. It seemed Roen had shared most of the information with Rimer. The two had been inseparable lately, and they appeared closer than before.

“However, even the Bi-Yeon Society doesn’t know how Raon stole the Black Butterfly. A talented one is a talented one.”
“You’re pleased your disciple committed theft?”
“The princess of Balcar threw the first punch, didn’t she? And repeatedly at that! If we had endured it, it would have been unworthy of Zigheart. Raon simply took the most natural revenge!”
“That’s true enough.”

Glen nodded, apparently agreeing with the point. Had he merely tolerated the provocation, he would have been angered instead.

“He didn’t reveal himself as a member of Zigheart either, so there’s no penalty in the exam. He’s exceptionally talented, and fortune favors him as well.”

Rimer clapped his hands, saying he was truly my disciple.

“Ahem, well, certainly that child does have such qualities.”

Glen nodded with an awkward expression, as if suppressing a budding smile.

“Obtaining Kuberard’s ceremonial sword and rescuing the Third Prince of Owen—those are remarkable deeds. When we trade with Owen later, we’ll gain significant advantages.”
“In fact, Raon has always had something special about him. When I first saw him, he didn’t cry, and when I examined his body with aura, he even… laughed!”

Glen saw Rimer grinning and stopped speaking, forcibly pulling down the corners of his mouth that had begun to rise.

“What a shame. I was hoping to see you smile for once in a while.”
“Quiet.”
“In any case, he’s far more proactive than when he was here. It will be entertaining to hear of his exploits in the future.”
“I’m sorry, but that won’t happen. I’ve already withdrawn the Bi-Yeon Society.”
“What? Why?”
“The Bi-Yeon Society was sent to block the movements of Karun and Valdemar. Now that Raon has arrived at Habun Castle, there’s no further need.”

Glen lowered his eyes and rested his chin on his hand, his demeanor as cold as if he gave no thought to such things as grandsons.

“Ah, so you instructed him to send a report from Habun Castle.”

Rimer nodded as if he understood everything.

“Roen!”
“N-no, not this time, I swear!”

Roen shook his head frantically under Glen’s murderous gaze.

“Come on, it’s obvious. What else would a family head who dotes on his grandson do? You contacted the lord of Habun Castle and asked him to send regular reports every two weeks or so, didn’t you?”
“Hmm….”

Glen bit his lip without letting it show.

‘That uncanny bastard.’

Perhaps because he’d been around for so long, Rimer knew everything about him.

“Ah, I like Raon too, but I can’t match your devotion, sir. They say grandfathers love their grandsons the most—you’re truly remarkable.”
“….”
“So when Raon finishes his trials and returns, don’t just sit there looking stern. Call him over and say, ‘My beloved grandson, you’ve worked hard. You have no idea how happy I was hearing your reports. Let your grandfather embrace you once.’ Then the misunderstanding clears up, you’re happy, I’m happy seeing it, Sylvia’s happy, and we’d have this peaceful world where—hup!”

Rimer felt the chilling atmosphere settle over the Audience Chamber and clamped his mouth shut.

“Ah, I just remembered I have an appointment. I should go….”

He tried to head for the door, but his feet didn’t touch the ground. Glen’s formless energy was lifting his body.

“S-sir? You’re joking around….”
“Huuuuuh.”

Glen rose with a deep exhale. At a flick of his fingers, Rimer, suspended in midair like a needle on a thread, was dragged forward.

“It seems my previous lesson was insufficient.”

His red eyes gleamed with savage intent.

“Today, I’ll carve it into that body of yours for good.”
“Kyaaaaaaah!”

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I followed Radin out of Habun Castle and slowly lifted my gaze toward the sky.

Under the silver sky, you can see a majestic mountain that looks like it was painted with white paint.

‘That must be Sturrin Mountain.’

‘and… .’

‘And…’

“Isn’t it cool?”
I turned my gaze to the right. A writhing black sea. Waves like towering barriers crashed without cessation—the Northern Sea stretched before me.

As Radin said, raw nature had a magnificent taste. It touched my heart so much that I wanted to keep watching it.

“Magnificent, isn’t it?”

That’s right.

Radin was right. Raw nature possessed a grandeur that stirred the soul—the kind of beauty one could gaze upon endlessly.

“For now, I don’t feel anything.”
“You’ll grow tired of it soon enough. Or rather, you’ll want to smash it to pieces. Come this way.”

“Oh, then I’m relieved.”

“Stay alert. Anything could leap out at any moment.”

“What does this look like?”

“For now, I don’t sense anything.”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“First of all, I’m not a troll.”

“Hey, recruits! Come over here!”

At Radin’s call, Raon and Dorian rushed forward.

“What does this look like to you?”

Radin and the scout unit members pointed to a massive footprint pressed into the mountain path below. It was an enormous track, roughly the length of an adult man’s arm.

“Gasp! I-isn’t this a troll? It’s incredibly large!”
“uh?”
Dorian swallowed hard as he stared at the footprint.
“W-what did you just say….”

Radin and the scouts looked back at Raon with wide eyes. There was confusion in the smiling eyes.

“It’s called a Kari goat. Isn’t it a black goat with big feet and three horns?”
“It’s not a troll, at least.”

I gazed down at the footprint with calm eyes.

‘It couldn’t possibly be a troll.’

Troll tracks were larger and pressed deeper into the ground. And this footprint wasn’t from a biped—it came from a quadrupedal creature.

‘If there’s a quadrupedal monster or beast in this region….’

As I recalled the contents of the manual Judith had given me, the owner of this footprint came to mind.

“It’s a Kari Mountain Goat.”
“Huh?”
“Gasp!”

The scouts pursed their mouths, and Radin laughed and approached Raon.

“You said you were a mercenary, right?”
“A Kari Mountain Goat. The one with large hooves and three horns—a black mountain goat, correct?”
“Uh….”

The scout unit members hadn’t expected such a quick answer, and none of them could maintain their composure.

“C-can you also tell when this footprint was made?”
“It’s okay. The commander himself moved and pushed out the monsters here three days ago.”

Although most of the monsters were said to be dead, the scouts’ eyes were constantly moving.

“There you are.”

Radin stopped in front of an angled tree buried in the snow. I turned around, pointing to the bloody traces where half of the body had been torn off near the middle.

“Ah, um….”
“Huh!”

The scouts’ mouths fell open in surprise, and Radin let out a hollow laugh as he approached me.

“You said you were a mercenary, right?”

“Whoever trained you did a thorough job.”

He suggested we look a bit more and moved around the Mountain, keeping his posture low and his footsteps silent, yet moving with remarkable speed.
“Why, why is that so?”
“Sh-shouldn’t we move a bit more slowly?”

Raon shook his head as he looked at the traces on the tree.

“This guy is probably already dead.”
“Here it is.”
“They leave traces in the same place periodically. Considering the traces are old, they are probably already dead.”

Neither Radin nor the scouts said anything. I just looked at Raon with startled eyes and my chin trembled.

“A-a troll! It must be a troll!”

Dorian’s mind wasn’t functioning properly. With a vacant stare, he kept searching for trolls.

“It’s a Bearwolf’s mark.”

Meanwhile, I answered immediately upon seeing the traces.

“Huh?”

“Bearwolves mark their territory by leaving traces on rocks and trees with their thick, powerful claws. However…”

I shook my head as I examined the marks on the tree.

“This one is already dead.”

“They periodically leave marks in the same locations. Based on how old these traces are, it must have died long ago.”

Radin and the scouts said nothing. They simply stared at me with wide eyes, their jaws trembling.

“Weren’t you testing my scouting abilities?”
The slightly provocative advice that showed how dangerous this place was and how insignificant the knowledge from books was in actual combat was the scout’s new form.

‘It definitely works.’

Not just soldiers, but even knights and swordsmen. There was no one who did not feel helpless during the first hazing ceremony.

‘but… .’

Radin bit his lip and looked at Raon answering about the traces of the monster.

‘This guy is different.’

Questions about the monster, the direction and location of the trail, the date, and even when the battle took place. There was no stopping the questions asked.

It felt like seeing a scout who had grown up here with him, rather than a kid who had just come to Habun Castle.

‘Even those who have been there for 5 years don’t really know how long the traces have passed… .’

Even though he is a mercenary, this guy is young. I was perplexed as to what kind of life I had led to gain this experience.

The Scout Unit’s hazing was a rather sobering lesson—showing recruits just how dangerous this place was and how worthless book knowledge proved in actual combat.

‘It always works.’

Whether soldier, knight, or swordmaster, no one had ever escaped that first hazing without feeling their own helplessness.

‘But….’

Radin bit his lip as he watched Raon answer questions about the monster’s traces.

‘This one is different.’

Questions about the monster, the direction and location of the traces, the date, when the battle occurred—there were no gaps in his answers.

It didn’t feel like watching a greenhorn who had just arrived at Habun Castle, but rather a scout unit member who had grown up here alongside him.

‘Even those who’ve been here for five years don’t know how old the traces are….’

No matter how much of a mercenary he was, this kid was young. I was bewildered—what kind of life had he lived to accumulate such experience?

‘And he’s strangely composed.’

No matter how much practical experience one had, this place was Habun Castle, called the hell of the Northern Region.

Even veterans fled from this land, yet Raon’s gaze was far too calm.

There were only two types of people with eyes like that.

Either a madman, or someone with confidence.
“I’m sure.”

The guy put his finger into the hole and shook his head.

“If it’s a wind hole, the inside is round, but the traces left by a snow lion have a sharp inside. It’s similar, but different.”
“What do you think this is?”
“Looking at the traces, it must have been about a day since it passed. The direction is north.”

Radin sniffed with a bewildered look on his face.

That’s correct. That’s also a perfect answer.

‘Where on earth did this guy come from!’

“I’m certain.”

I inserted my finger directly into the hole and shook my head.

“Wind holes have smooth, rounded interiors, but the traces left by snow lions have pointed indentations inside. They’re similar, but different.”

“Based on the traces, it passed through about a day ago. The direction is northward.”

Radin sniffled, his expression dumbfounded.

A perfect answer. Absolutely flawless.

‘Where the hell did this bastard crawl out from!’

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I closed my eyes and opened my senses. Using even Sylvia’s perception, I surveyed the entire surroundings.
‘what?’
After answering the question about the snow lion, Radin muttered something like “Do whatever you want” and left me alone, instead hounding Dorian relentlessly.

As a result, Dorian was being dragged around by the scouts with a miserable expression. He cast a pitiful gaze as if asking for help, but I ignored him.

Whoosh!
– King Bon also lived in a place like this where snow-covered mountains and the frigid sea intersect. In a place full of snow like this, there is a different way to open your senses.
The Soul Reaper Sword was spreading its demonic energy thin as paper toward the rear and west, saying it would scout with it. Thanks to that, I could focus solely on the front and east.

‘This really helps. Thanks.’

Whoosh!
-Keuung, Bo, the main king is of a different class from those little creatures! As long as the King teaches you, you will be able to experience a new level of sensation!

Ras let out a blue chill as if he couldn’t bear to teach me something.

‘It came sooner than I expected.’

Two days after the fish touched the hook, the time came to lift the fishing rod.

‘What?’

Raon looked back at Lars with a calm expression.

-Well thought! Once you realize this, you won’t even notice that little monster!

—Even I once dwelled in a place like this, where snow-covered mountains and the bitter sea intersected. In a location so laden with snow, there exists a separate method for opening one’s senses.

It’s a big catch.

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