The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 277

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Chapter 277

I finished all the tasks Rimer had accumulated and left the Training Ground.

As I was about to return to the Annex Building to gather my equipment, I noticed Lunan standing blankly, gazing up at the sky.

“Hmm?”

I stepped closer and followed her gaze upward. The sky was thick with dark clouds, and the moon was barely visible. I couldn’t understand why she was staring at it so intently.

“Lunan. Aren’t you leaving?”

“That looks like bead ice cream.”

Lunan pointed at the blue moon peeking through the clouds and licked her lips. Perhaps she hadn’t eaten ice cream lately due to her busy training schedule, for she was performing the miracle of seeing the moon as ice cream.

“That’s not… Oh!”

I pulled out the box I had tucked under my arm. It was the dessert Chad had given me earlier.

“Would you like to eat this instead? It’s a dessert called a macaron.”

“A macaron?”

Purple flames ignited in Lunan’s previously vacant eyes. If I didn’t give it to her, she looked ready to chase me all the way to the Annex Building.

“Wait a moment.”

I chuckled softly, unwrapped the packaging, and opened the lid. Inside were roughly twenty confections—delicate meringue cookies sandwiched together with various cream fillings.

“Pick whichever one you’d like.”

I’d received so much from Lunan Slion over the years that I could easily spare sweets like these.

-Ooh!

But it wasn’t Lunan Slion who reacted first—it was Wrath.

-Sweet and refreshing fragrance wafting through the air! Raon Zigheart! This True Demon King shall claim the green one at the end! It must be mint chocolate!

Wrath had selected the green macaron filled with mint chocolate cream. The fact that he’d called out my full name spoke volumes about his desperation.

‘Mint chocolate isn’t really my preference.’

-At least show some consideration for this True Demon King on occasions like this!

‘Hmm.’

I watched Wrath’s pleading gaze and licked my lips thoughtfully.

‘He’s not wrong.’

Even a tree that gives generously needs fertilizer from time to time. It wasn’t difficult, so I decided to grant his wish.

“Huh?”

I clicked my tongue briefly, and when I picked the macaron that Wrath had mentioned, Lunan’s shoulders flinched. Seeing her stare blankly at the green macaron in her hand, it seemed she had wanted to choose that one as well.

‘What do I do about this? The ice cream girl seems to want the mint chocolate macaron?’

-Ugh….

‘She’s your subordinate. You should take care of her. Should I give it? Should I?’

-Damn it!

Wrath ground his teeth. His pupils swayed like a pendulum as he wrestled with an extreme dilemma between his subordinate and food.

‘Let me ease your burden.’

-Wait, hold on….

I brushed off Wrath, who had clung to my wrist, and held out the mint chocolate macaron to Lunan.

“You eat it.”

“No.”

Lunan shook her head. Contrary to my expectations, there was no hint of regret in her eyes. Rather, she seemed pleased.

“Comrade.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a mint chocolate comrade too, Raon. It’s fine.”

She nodded in satisfaction and picked up the Qu’en’c macaron that sat beside the mint chocolate.

“I’ll take this one. Thank you.”

Lunan bowed and headed toward the carriage waiting in front of the Training Ground. It seemed he had been waiting for the carriage to return to the main estate.

“Hmm….”

I watched the departing carriage and clicked my tongue.

‘That was the only one I actually wanted to eat.’

The macaron had been the only one that caught my eye precisely because of its Qu’en’c coloring, but Lunan had taken it. More than that, though, I was irritated by the misunderstanding that I actually liked mint chocolate.

-Puhahahaha! So you can fall victim to such things too! Delicious! Absolutely delicious!

‘This looks like it’ll break easily….’

I applied pressure to my fingers as if to crush the macaron. Fine powder scattered down to the floor.

-Wait, wait, stop! Don’t do that!

‘Don’t do that?’

-Ugh….

‘Don’t do that?’

-I, the True Demon King, have made a mistake….

Wrath shook his head with a grimace. At this moment, food seemed far more important to this creature than the pride of being a True Demon King.

Is this truly the True Demon King of Wrath?

No matter how I thought about it, his attribute had been assigned incorrectly. What suited Wrath was gluttony or bizarre tastes.

‘I’ll be more careful from now on.’

I tapped Wrath lightly on the shoulder before placing a mint chocolate macaron into my mouth.

The moment I bit into the cookie, the first sensation that struck me was sweetness. An intensity of sweetness I had never experienced before. My tongue tingled sharply from the stimulation.

What followed was the mint chocolate cream. The slightly cool cream enveloped my mouth, delivering a refreshing sweetness and a tangy bite that surpassed the cookie itself.

“Haaa….”

I exhaled deeply and shook my head.

‘What in the world is this flavor….’

A cookie so relentlessly sweet paired with mint chocolate cream—this was a dish I never wanted to eat again. I found myself resenting Chad for leaving the macaron behind.

“Wrath, you must find it tasteless too, righ—?”

I lowered my head to gauge his reaction, only to find him standing with his mouth agape, drool streaming down his chin.

-Such a dessert exists in this world….

Wrath clutched his cheek, letting out an excited whimper.

-Madness! The harmony between the cookie and mint chocolate cream is absolutely perfect! This is true gastronomy, this is what dessert should be!

He grinned, musing that the world was vast and full of delicious things.

-Next! Try the next one!

‘Hmm….’

Seeing Wrath so enraptured, I found myself salivating without realizing it. This time, I selected a chocolate macaron that was unmistakably obvious.

“Cough….”

The flavor itself was superior to the mint one, but the sweetness was far more intense. It was so sweet that a bitter aftertaste lingered on my tongue.

-Ohhhhh!

Wrath writhed on my shoulder with an enraptured expression, like a cat rolling around in catnip.

-More! More! Let’s taste more! Today we’ve opened a new chapter in culinary delight….

I closed the macaron box lid firmly as I listened to Wrath’s cries.

-Enough!

I can’t eat this.

I should take these back and give them to Sylvia and the maidservants.

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I handed the macarons to the maidservants and entered my chamber.

Sylvia and the maidservants had taken to the macarons with surprising enthusiasm. When I asked if they weren’t too sweet, they insisted they were perfect. At this point, I was beginning to suspect the problem lay not with Wrath’s palate, but with my own.

-Ugh, all those precious things gone….

Wrath’s blue eyes glistened with tears as he lamented having eaten only two.

“I’ll buy you pearl ice cream later. Just be patient with that.”

-Really?

“I’ll eat it when I get back from the mission. Please just be quiet.”

Of course! The True Demon King isn’t taciturn, is he? Don’t worry! By the way, when the True Demon King was in the Demon Realm, my subordinates complained that they didn’t speak enough, so they expressed their opinions…

Sigh…

I mentioned ice cream to keep them quiet, but it only made them louder.

I shook my head and gathered the items I would need for the mission.

As I was placing equipment and supplies into my backpack, I sensed a presence by the window. The aura was so familiar that I immediately opened the window.

“Long time no see!”

Rimer approached with a grin, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

“Why are you wearing dark sunglasses in the middle of the night?”

“Ah, this? It’s fashion. Pure fashion.”

Rimer waved his hand awkwardly, as if I didn’t understand fashion at all.

“So you’re heading out on a mission the day after tomorrow?”

“Yes. You’ll be staying here, won’t you?”

The mission document Chad had given me listed me as the commander in charge. It meant Rimer would remain here.

“I’d like to go with you, but in this condition, I wouldn’t be much help.”

“That’s true.”

I nodded in agreement. Rimer had chosen to cultivate pure wind aura, so he hadn’t accumulated enough yet. It was better for him to train within the family rather than waste time traveling.

“But hearing you say it like that… it makes me a little sad.”

“Those are your own words, sir.”

“Still, you fool! When your master and superior is feeling down, you should offer comfort! You lack the sensitivity to ever amount to much.”

“Sigh….”

After Wrath, he was the second most troublesome person, and I couldn’t help but exhale in exasperation.

“I knew you just thought I was annoying!”

He was a ghost.

“Well, enough joking around.”

Rimer chuckled softly and leaned his arm against the window frame.

“From this mission onward, you’re in command. Unlike before, no one will be watching your back anymore. Depending on your judgment, the entire Gwangpung Order could be annihilated—or they could all survive.”

His eyes gleamed with a crystalline clarity like moonlight.

“Responsibility can be lighter than you think, or heavier than you imagine.”

“So it depends on how I perceive it, sir?”

“Exactly.”

Rimer snapped his fingers.

“Be careful not to be crushed by its weight, and not to be toyed with by its lightness. Though I’m sure you’ll manage just fine.”

“Have you always carried your responsibilities as lightly as the wind, sir?”

“Ugh, that stings. Why are there so many sharp-tongued people these days?”

He clutched his chest in mock agony, then lifted his chin.

“You’re wearing the fluorite necklace, right?”

“This one, you mean?”

I withdrew the fluorite necklace from beneath my collar. I’d been wearing it continuously ever since Roen explained its properties to me.

“Yeah, that one.”

“I’m afraid I cannot give it to you. You’ll only sell it and gamble the money away anyway….”

“Damn it! Even for me, there are limits—I’d never rob my own subordinate!”

He shook his head vehemently, denying it outright.

“What do you take me for!”

“A gambling addict, a con artist, a layabout, a thief?”

“Ugh….”

Rimer clutched his chest once more and staggered.

“I can’t even argue with that.”

He chuckled softly and leaned his back against the window frame.

“Raon. I’m counting on you to look after the Gwangpung Order.”

His voice carried the weight of genuine concern, and his desire to accompany them seemed sincere.

“I will bring everyone back safely.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Rimer waved lightly and departed.

I watched his retreating figure and exhaled a quiet breath.

‘Responsibility….’

I had always felt I carried much of the burden in Rimer’s stead, but the thought of shouldering the entire Gwangpung Order alone weighed heavily on my heart.

Rimer, even while appearing carefree and drowsy, had always watched over everyone from the shadows.

I lowered my head, gazing toward the direction Rimer had gone.

‘I will await the day we stand together again.’

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Chad made his way to the 5th Training Ground, timing his arrival with the Gwangpung Order’s departure.

“…This time, the Unit Leader isn’t with us. We must navigate through everything ourselves, so steel your minds to maintain composure at all times.”

Raon’s voice echoed through the Training Ground. Since this mission proceeded without the Unit Leader, he seemed to be encouraging everyone.

‘He knows how to handle people.’

Excited about his first mission with real responsibility, he wasn’t fixated solely on earning merit. Instead, he sought to restrain the Gwangpung Order members first—truly, I was dealing with a capable man.

“Depart.”

With that quiet command, the Training Ground door swung open, and the Gwangpung Order members filed out in formation.

Chad waited beside the Training Ground entrance and approached Raon the moment he emerged.

“Vice Unit Leader.”

“Society Head?”

His eyes widened in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected Chad to be here.

“What brings you here….”

“I’ve gathered intelligence regarding Granseville and the White Blood Cult. It seemed wasteful to discard it, so I brought it along. I hope it proves useful.”

Chad offered a faint smile as he extended the documents he had compiled.

“I worked through the night and was heading home when I thought to bring this. Please, don’t feel burdened.”

“Ah, thank you.”

I accepted the booklet with a bewildered expression.

“Then I wish you good fortune.”

Chad turned away with a faint smile, showing no hesitation.

‘Perfect!’

In truth, the booklet had been prepared yesterday, and rather than leaving work, he had woken early to wait—but he had fabricated plausible excuses to avoid burdening me.

It was a flawless method to leave only a favorable impression without any sense of obligation.

‘Now let me prepare for the next step.’

Chad congratulated himself on executing his task flawlessly and returned to the Secret Meeting Hall.

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I committed every detail from the booklet Chad had given me to memory, then burned it. I narrowed my eyes as I watched the ashes scatter into the air.

‘The information is far too detailed.’

It wasn’t merely information about Granseville—it contained considerable high-level intelligence including the White Blood Cult’s recent movements and their sorcerous techniques.

‘Chad, the head of the Bi-Yeon Society….’

Something felt increasingly suspicious.

It was far too strange that Chad, the true power behind the family, would visit the Training Ground at dawn and hand over such sensitive information. Typically, the leaders of intelligence organizations were sluggish and authoritarian by nature.

Even accounting for Chad’s relative youth, this level of attentiveness was far from ordinary.

‘Perhaps the enemy isn’t the White Blood Cult after all.’

Contrary to what the commission stated, the enemy might not be the White Blood Cult, but rather a warrior or assassin dispatched by the Central Intelligence Agency or Jinmu Hall.

‘That’s somewhat dangerous.’

Unlike the White Blood Cult, they possessed knowledge of my forces, which meant an unfavorable situation could easily arise.

‘But there’s a solution.’

A very simple one at that.

I could strengthen the Gwangpung Order’s power during the journey from here to Granseville, and if I surpassed their intelligence capabilities, the problem would be resolved effortlessly.

‘Besides.’

Raon watched Martha standing alone, her back against a tree.

Ever since hearing that the enemy was likely the White Blood Cult, she had remained in that state. The murderous intent and rage pouring from her exceeded even her increased combat power, preventing even Unit 1 from approaching her.

‘To snap her out of it, I’ll need to push even harder.’

I watched the Gwangpung Order resting for the first time in half a day and offered a cold smile.

“Everyone, on your feet.”

“Already?”

“We haven’t even rested for ten minutes yet.”

The Gwangpung Order whined, asking for just a bit more rest.

“Then listen while sitting.”

I nodded and met the eyes of the Gwangpung Order.

“As I said when we departed, this mission could be an enemy trap. In other words, we might face enemies who know us. So what should we do?”

“Hmm….”

“Well….”

They all tilted their heads, unable to answer.

“As you know, it takes quite a long time for us to reach Granseville. Should we just waste that time?”

“Huh…?”

“Wait… surely not….”

The Gwangpung Order sensed something amiss and swallowed hard.

“That’s right. Starting now, we’ll begin training while we travel.”

“No, that won’t work!”

“You madman!”

“Let’s be reasonable about this!”

The members of the Gwangpung Order cried out in despair, pounding the ground.

“Wait, hold on! If we exhaust ourselves training during the journey, what happens when we arrive? We might have to fight immediately. Or we could be ambushed along the way!”

Burren Zigheart raised his hand and shouted.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take shortcuts to avoid any ambushes, and I’ll adjust our pace so that by the time we reach Granseville, I’ll have restored everyone’s condition.”

I had visited Granseville many times in my past life, so I knew several shortcuts and hiding places. There was no chance of encountering assassins along the way.

“Ugh….”

“Damn it….”

“How does this guy know everything!”

Burren and the Gwangpung Order couldn’t mount a defense and collapsed to the ground.

“No, it’s fine!”

Crain smiled as he struck his wrists and ankles.

“We don’t have the black rings anyway. Without those alone, we can endure as long as we need to….”

“Don’t worry about that either. Dorian.”

At my gesture, Dorian stepped forward with a grim expression. He bit his lip hard and thrust his hand into his waist pouch, pulling out black rings in a cascade.

“I asked Dorian to prepare for this possibility.”

I gestured with a faint smile.

“Everyone equip them and prepare to run.”

“No, noooooooo!”

The anguished cry of the Gwangpung Order echoed across the quiet mountain.

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Splendid buildings of every conceivable style and hue, so diverse they seemed almost unique, crowded the hexagonal domain, and the lake spread beneath them gleamed with a radiant brilliance as if molten gold had been poured across it under the afternoon sun.

Though Granseville was incomparably smaller than the kingdoms and cities I had visited before, its splendor rivaled any of them.

I surveyed Granseville visible beyond the low Castle Wall and nodded slowly.

‘It remains unchanged.’

Entertainment had a way of draining the mind from people—an ideal location for assassination. I had executed countless missions throughout this city.

‘Yet my purpose differs now.’

In my previous life, I came to take lives. This time, I came to save them. The sentiment felt entirely new.

“Wow….”

“This is Granseville?”

“I-It’s as splendid as the rumors said.”

The Gwangpung Order members gaped in awe at the magnificent sight of Granseville and Molve Lake.

“….”

Martha’s gaze remained fixed on Granseville, her aura sharper than before—her mind still consumed by thoughts of the White Blood Cult.

“Let’s go.”

I gestured with my chin and took the lead, while the Gwangpung Order steadied themselves and followed behind.

When I showed the mercenary badge I’d received from the gatekeeper at the castle entrance, he waved me through without even bothering to verify it properly.

‘Still the same as always.’

While Camelrun maintained a balance between light and shadow, Granseville leaned far more toward the darkness, making the inspection merely a formality.

I retrieved my mercenary badge and crossed the thin, low castle gate, entering Granseville.

Whoooosh.

The moment my feet touched Granseville’s ground, the Soul Reaper Sword erupted with a violent tremor.

‘Look at this.’

I gripped the hilt of the wailing Soul Reaper Sword firmly. Gazing down at the brilliant city, I drew a cold smile across my face.

Crawling with them like cockroaches.

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