The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 235

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Chapter 235

“I want you to come under my command.”

I spoke the wish that fulfilled the three-way contract in a calm voice.

Gulp.

Perhaps because it was a wish no one had anticipated, the only sound that echoed through the space where more than ten people stood was the dry swallowing of saliva.

“Uh… uh…”

“Huh!”

Dorian caught his jaw with both hands as it fell in accordance with gravity, and Rimer, equally shocked, dropped the gold coin he had been hiding.

“Kgh!”

“Huh-ack!”

Dogyae’s subordinates stared at him with terrified eyes and bit their fingernails.

“…”

Dogyae remained frozen in the exact posture of his outstretched hand. His complexion had turned ashen, as if he had never imagined such a wish could be made. He looked as though a single tap would send him toppling sideways.

“W-what did you just say?”

“You said you wanted me to come under your command.”

“Me? You’re telling this Dogyae to become your servant?”

“That’s not it.”

I shook my head slowly. Everyone looked flustered, but I alone remained composed.

“Not a servant, but a subordinate.”

“Huff….”

Dogyae exhaled heavily and turned his neck. His eyes blazed with murderous intent, as if he were about to launch a second round immediately.

“Do you think I would grant such a ridiculous wish?”

“Didn’t you say it yourself? ‘As the first victor of the Three Trials, speak what you desire. I shall grant anything.'”

I recited Dogyae’s exact words from moments before, maintaining my smile.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten in such a short span of time?”

“That is….”

Dogyae wrinkled his nose and suppressed the seething aura that had been churning like molten lava.

“Surely the great Dogyae, who shakes the Continent, wouldn’t go back on words once spoken.”

“Ugh.”

He couldn’t find the words to say and merely bit his lip. Like a rat caught in a trap, he was bound by the reputation he’d built and the words he’d already spoken.

“But that’s….”

“After all, you’re considerably my senior in age, and you have a renowned reputation across the Continent. It wouldn’t look quite right for you to become my subordinate.”

Raon raised his tone half a pitch and scratched his chin.

“Y-yes, that’s right! Despite how I appear, I’m of similar standing to the Lord of the House! I can’t live as your subordinate!”

“Then perhaps you could name a different wish. Surely you can grant this one?”

“Of course! Just tell me anything!”

Dogyae clenched his fists as if he could do anything as long as he could escape being a subordinate.

“Our Gwangpung Unit is newly established, so we lack many things. First, we need an instructor who can systematically and efficiently teach the members in place of myself and the Master.”

“Hmm, an instructor!”

Dogyae nodded vigorously, thinking an instructor was manageable. But it wasn’t over yet.

“Beyond an instructor, we also lack an administrator to manage the Unit. I’ve handled it myself until now, but going forward, we need someone to systematically manage accounting, supplies, and personnel.”

“Hmm, an administrative manager for the Unit….”

“Since we’re newly established, we’re also short on funds. We’ll need an independent financial officer who can procure funds independently.”

“F-financial… management….”

“And since I’m often away on missions, it would be helpful to have someone who can act on my orders at the Annex Building and the 5th Training Ground.”

Raon continued speaking calmly as he watched Dogyae break out in cold sweat.

“I’d appreciate it if you could handle that, Dogyae.”

“Ah, w-wait. Is that everything you just mentioned?”

“Yes.”

I nodded firmly.

“So, the instructor duties, accounting, supplies, personnel management….”

“And finances and personal matters too.”

Dorian and Rimer counted off on their fingers everything I had just mentioned, their mouths falling open.

‘Isn’t that just being a servant?’

‘There’s no difference at all!’

The two swallowed their thoughts and stared blankly at me, their eyes trembling slightly.

“What do you think? You can handle this much, right? Well, since you’ll need to manage everything, I’ll give you the title of Chief Steward and assign you to our Annex Building.”

I had already created a position for Dogyae without even waiting for his answer, driving the final nail into the coffin to make refusal impossible.

“H-how is that different from the initial proposal….”

Dogyae asked while gripping his wrist tightly, his voice hoarse as if he had caught a cold.

“Chief Steward is quite an impressive title, isn’t it? And my subordinates won’t be under you—they’ll be in the Annex Building. Ah, that should give you a bit more freedom.”

I nodded, saying that was sufficient.

“I’ve made considerable concessions already. You won’t refuse the second condition as well, will you?”

“Ugh….”

Dogyae lowered his head, his lips pressed tightly together. The trembling of his jaw suggested his emotions had reached their limit.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

I raised my hand.

“Chief Steward, you only need to listen to my orders. You don’t need to follow the Master’s commands.”

“What?! That’s absurd! Of course the Chief Steward should listen to me!”

Rimer’s eyes, which had been smirking, widened in shock.

“He’s the Chief Steward of our Annex Building, not of the Gwangpung Unit. He’ll only be helping with Gwangpung Unit matters. So he should follow only my orders. If he had to take your commands as well, wouldn’t he just be gambling all day?”

“Kugh….”

Having struck a nerve, he could only let out a groan with his mouth agape.

“Hmm, that’s the only proposal I actually like.”

Dogyae exhaled a deep, heavy sigh—thick and suffocating as a swamp—before lifting his gaze to glare at Raon.

“Damn it all.”

No matter how much authority he wielded as an elder of the family, he never imagined Raon would have the audacity to demand he serve beneath him. Honestly, he couldn’t fathom how such a madman existed.

‘But he’s not mad—he’s calculated everything meticulously.’

From the very beginning, Raon had dangled the threat of servitude to force him into the role of Chief Steward. To escape subordination, he had no choice but to accept—a hellish dilemma with no escape. And at the end, Raon had even granted him a sliver of freedom by exempting him from Rimer’s orders, slightly mollifying his pride.

Watching him scheme from start to finish, that bastard deserved a vile epithet like “Treacherous Ghost” or “Scheming Phantom” instead of the elegant title “Legend Sword Association.”

“Blast it!”

Since he’d already promised to grant any request, there was no hole through which to escape.

“I’m truly grateful that you’ve ‘voluntarily’ accepted the position of Chief Steward.”

Raon bowed his head slightly as he watched Dogyae curse under his breath.

“V-voluntarily? You dare call it voluntary?”

“You chose one of two options of your own accord, did you not? That makes it voluntary.”

“You clearly don’t understand the meaning of the word—”

“I look forward to working with you going forward.”

I cut off Dogyae’s words before he could unleash his fury, bowing my head once more.

“Damn it!”

Dogyae ground his teeth so hard I thought they might shatter, then turned on his heel as if to leave.

“Ah, wait a moment, please.”

I approached Dogyae from behind with a gentle smile.

“Starting tomorrow, we’ll begin regular training, so please come to the 5th Training Ground before sunrise.”

“KRRAAAAAAAGH!”

Dogyae answered with a roar that made the earth itself tremble, then departed.

“Quite the resounding response.”

-Tsk, tsk.

Wrath crawled up onto my wrist with a disapproving click of his tongue.

-Gave away money, lost your nerve, and now you’ve become a slave. A fool among fools, truly.

‘Is that so?’

I chuckled softly. It was amusing that the most foolish one of all was passing judgment on others.

“Let’s head back as well.”

I turned around and gestured to Rimer and Dorian, who still stood in a daze, before stepping back into the Casino.

“Woooooow!”

“Raon! Raon! Raon!”

“Legend Sword Association! Legend Sword Association!”

“Dogyae’s finally been beaten! He’s achieved the trinity!”

“He’s been recognized in gambling, drinking, and martial arts all at once. That’s a new legend!”

The people remaining in the Casino erupted in cheers, calling out my name. They seemed thrilled by the story of a newcomer toppling someone at the peak.

“I thought you were just a stuffy scholar who only trained, but I’ve got to hand it to you!”

“I’ll be rooting for you from now on. Next time, how about you take me on? Drinking or gambling, either works!”

“When you become the family head, please build a large casino in Zigheart!”

“Tell us what wish you made to Dogyae!”

Everyone was smiling, having taken a liking to me through this affair.

“Thank you all for your support.”

I waved at the crowd’s cheers as I left the Casino.

“Hey, I’ve got something to do, so you all go on ahead!”

Rimer stopped following and headed toward the Casino counter. His movements were so light and swift that his feet barely touched the ground. Moments later, a voice echoed from within: “I’m rich again!”

“Hmm.”

My eyes grew dark and intense, the same look I wore when targeting Dogyae.

“Will he truly become wealthy?”

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The next day.

Since it was the regular training period, the 5th Training Ground was filled with Gwangpung Order swordsmen from dawn onward.

When everyone had taken their positions before the Platform, the Training Ground door opened smoothly, and I entered wearing a formal robe and coat of deep crimson-black.

“Huh?”

“Why the formal attire…?”

“Wasn’t today supposed to be regular training?”

The swordsmen tilted their heads in confusion upon seeing me dressed in formal robes rather than training clothes.

“Before we begin training, there is someone I must introduce. Remain silent.”

Raon waved his hand and stepped up onto the Platform.

“As you all know, the Gwangpung Unit is a newly established Military Organization with many shortcomings.”

I continued speaking, meeting the gazes filled with curiosity.

“We lack instructors, training materials and equipment are insufficient, and we have too few administrative personnel and insufficient funding.”

Since this was information they already knew, all the swordsmen nodded in agreement.

“We can’t leave these shortcomings unaddressed forever. This time, I’ve brought a distinguished guest to fill the gaps in the Gwangpung Unit.”

“A distinguished guest?”

“We certainly did need more people.”

“That’s right. Compared to other organizations, we’re short on both personnel and funds.”

“What we need most is an excellent instructor.”

All the swordsmen nodded in agreement.

“Everyone, please welcome them with applause.”

As I raised my hand and gestured toward the door, Dorian opened both doors wide. A broad-shouldered man with black hair, wearing the Gwangpung Unit uniform, entered with a furrowed brow.

“Who is that person?”

“I’ve never seen them before….”

“H-his height is absolutely massive.”

“He doesn’t look like an instructor at all… more like some kind of thug.”

The trainees offered their applause with somewhat naive expressions.

“Wait, hold on a second!”

Crain jolted to his feet in shock.

“I-I saw him coming out of the Gambling House before! That’s Dogyae!”

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Gasp!”

At the mention of Dogyae’s name, the trainees’ jaws dropped in unison.

Crunch.

Dogyae paid no mind to the trainees’ chatter as he ground his teeth and climbed onto the Platform.

“From now on, Dogyae Harrian Zigheart will oversee our training, manage the Training Ground, handle accounting, manage personnel, and oversee our finances. Let’s give him another round of applause!”

“Uh…”

As I began clapping first, the trainees followed with hollow, listless applause.

“Ugh….”

With each burst of applause, another wrinkle deepened on Dogyae’s forehead. Even after a day had passed, he seemed unable to accept what had happened.

“This gentleman is Harrian Zigheart. He’s the Chief Steward who recently took office at the Annex Building, but he has ‘voluntarily’ decided to assist the Gwangpung Unit.”

Raon stepped forward with a smile.

“Heh!”

At the word “voluntarily,” Dogyae twitched slightly.

“If you have any difficult aspects of martial arts or anything you wish to learn, feel free to ask. He’ll explain everything with great kindness. Isn’t that right, Chief Steward?”

“That… is… correct.”

Dogyae ground his teeth with an expression utterly devoid of kindness.

“If you need any tools or equipment for training, come find him. The Chief Steward will secure funds—or rather, procure them quite skillfully—and fill the Gwangpung Unit’s financial gaps on his own. Don’t worry and feel free to ask for whatever you need. Isn’t that right, Chief Steward?”

Raon adopted a reverent posture toward Dogyae and smiled wickedly.

“That… is… correct.”

Dogyae’s ears flushed crimson as he bowed his head.

“The Chief Steward came here ‘voluntarily’ to strengthen the Gwangpung Unit. He takes no payment and personally brings in funds—or rather, earns them, as he said! Everyone, let’s give him another round of thunderous applause and cheers!”

I spread my hand wide and gave Dogyae a round of applause.

“Woooow!”

The swordsmen followed my lead, clapping in dignified unison, though their expressions froze awkwardly as they watched Dogyae bite his lip.

‘Is this right?’

‘I-I’m grateful, but…’

‘Isn’t this strange?’

They swallowed hard, watching me grin while Dogyae radiated killing intent.

‘What has he done now!’

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Crash!

As I was explaining each member of the Gwangpung Order to Dogyae, the Training Ground door burst open and Rimer strode in.

Unlike the shabby appearance I’d seen yesterday, he wore elegant clothing and polished shoes, with golden rings adorning his fingers.

“Ah, everyone’s here.”

“You’re late! There was something important today!”

Burren Zigheart approached Rimer and furrowed his brow.

“Sorry. I was busy yesterday.”

Rimer patted Burren Zigheart’s shoulder with a leisurely expression and headed toward the Platform.

“Wow. The old man’s uniform really suits you, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled as he looked at Dogyae, who was wearing the Gwangpung Order uniform.

“Ugh….”

Dogyae’s fist trembled as though it might explode, barely containing his convulsions.

“Ah, Master. I have something to tell you.”

Raon descended from the Platform and approached Rimer.

“Something to tell me?”

“You need to return the money you borrowed yesterday.”

“B-borrowed money? What are you talking about….”

“When Dorian gathered the gold coins that were on the table….”

“Ah! Ah!”

Rimer quickly cut off Raon’s words and shook his head vigorously.

“Y-yes! I did borrow some money. Yes. Yes!”

Unwilling to display such an unsightly figure before everyone, he hastily seized upon the bait.

“Hmm.”

A faint smile crossed Raon’s lips.

‘As expected.’

Rimer believed the word “borrowed” was his escape route, but unfortunately, it was a trap. A statement he should never have accepted.

“Then you’ll return it, won’t you?”

“Ah, of course I should. How much was it again? A hundred?”

“372 gold coins.”

“What?”

“Precisely 372 gold coins.”

At Raon’s firm statement, Rimer, whose hand had been reaching into his pocket, froze completely.

“Th-three hundred….”

“That’s correct. Dorian.”

“Yes! I checked the pouch yesterday and found 5,628 gold coins, which means you took exactly 372 as you said.”

Dorian approached and nodded. Rimer had managed to stuff nearly 400 gold coins into his pants in that brief span of time. Truly a remarkable man.

“Hmm, yes. I understand.”

Rimer swallowed dryly and entered the Master’s Quarters. After rummaging about for a while, he produced a large pouch of gold coins.

“Here, 372 gold coins!”

He tossed the pouch as though telling me to take it and leave.

I caught the pouch of gold coins but didn’t move, instead offering a smile.

“What’s with that expression! I gave it all back.”

“You need to pay interest.”

“Interest? What interest?”

“When you borrow money, interest is naturally expected.”

“Ugh….”

Rimer’s mouth fell open in shock.

“How, how can you charge interest for borrowing just one day!”

“I do.”

I straightened my back with confidence.

“Phew! Fine. How much interest?”

Rimer waved his hand impatiently, urging me to speak faster.

“Three hundred and seventy-two gold coins.”

“What? What?”

Rimer’s jaw hung open, trembling as if it might fall off.

“Where in the world does someone earn interest equal to the principal in just one day!”

“Right here.”

“You demon! Even loan sharks don’t do that!”

“I wouldn’t know about that. Just pay the interest.”

“I can’t! Absolutely not!”

Rimer sprawled out flat on his back in absolute refusal.

“Hmm.”

I turned my head back to look at Dogyae.

“Chief Steward. I’d like to ask for that first favor now.”

“Your… your first request?”

Dogyae’s eyes wavered with unease.

“We hope you might obtain operating funds for the Gwangpung Unit from our Master.”

“O-operating funds?”

“Operating funds?”

Rimer and Dogyae raised their voices in unison.

“Indeed.”

I offered a serene smile. If I entrusted the money to Rimer, it would all vanish into worthless pursuits. It was far better to use those funds to purchase even a single training sword for the members.

“I intended to use the interest received from the Master for the Gwangpung Unit’s facilities and operations. I couldn’t burden the Chief Steward from the outset, after all.”

I created a situation where Rimer and Dogyae had no choice but to clash, then stepped back.

‘They won’t be able to resist.’

Dogyae had just lost 6000 gold and wouldn’t want to waste money again, while Rimer was inherently obsessed with money and would never let go of funds that came into his hands.

Those two had no choice but to clash here.

“Ah, the money is buried beneath the right pillar of the Master’s Quarters.”

Through Wrath’s demonic eye, I revealed the location of Rimer’s vault.

“Gah! How did you know that!”

I merely shrugged at the astonished Rimer.

“Then I’ll be counting on you.”

Raon smiled faintly and stepped back beside the Gwangpung Order.

“You’ve raised quite the filthy capable disciple.”

Dogyae bit his lip hard and placed his hand on his sword hilt.

“Indeed. I never expected that damned bastard to be this outstanding.”

Rimer glared and tapped his scabbard lightly.

“Hand over the money.”

“You heard him yourself. Does a hundred percent daily interest even make sense!”

“That’s up to the owner!”

“I didn’t actually borrow any money! That demon bastard used trickery!”

“A demon who deceives even me. A fool like you is nothing but a pebble in my palm! Hand it over!”

Dogyae slowly drew his sword and pointed it at Rimer.

“I can’t give it to you! This is my last hope!”

Rimer likewise drew his sword and positioned it at the center.

Clang!

Dogyae and Rimer glared at each other for a long moment before simultaneously pushing off the ground.

Crash!

The tremendous aura erupting from their blades collided, and a deafening roar tore through the sky as if the heavens themselves were being crushed.

“Watch closely.”

I gestured to the Gwangpung Order members and pointed to the battle between the two warriors.

“A chance to witness warriors of this caliber fighting properly is something you can’t buy with money.”

I couldn’t help but smile—taking money from Rimer, using it to generously operate the Gwangpung Order, and simultaneously elevating the members’ knowledge by displaying Dogyae’s martial prowess. It was a win-win-win situation.

“Our Chief Steward is brilliant!”

I pumped my fist in the air, cheering for Dogyae.

“Ugh.”

“Ugh….”

Rimer, Dogyae, and the swordsmen who had just heard his voice all arrived at the same thought.

‘That demonic bastard….’

And finally, the real demon was….

-As expected, you are not talent meant to rot in this place. Come with me to the Demon Realm!

actively recruiting.

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