The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 315

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Chapter 315

-Kraaaaahhh!

Wrath let out an excited moan.

-Magnificent! A feast of flavors is unfolding across my palate!
‘Glad he’s satisfied.’

I set down my fork on the empty plate and chuckled softly.

-This is food, and this is art! These days, chefs merely follow recipes. They lack the wisdom to infuse their creations with soul and philosophy.

I found myself thinking that modern chefs must have it tough, needing to pour philosophy into every dish they prepared.

-More! Bring more! The True Demon King’s hunger knows no bounds!

Wrath patted his already distended belly and pointed toward the buffet stationed at the edge of the Banquet Hall.

‘That’s already ten bowls.’
-A mere ten bowls!
‘This is endless.’

I shook my head and made my way toward the buffet.

‘He’s staring again.’

I felt Matio’s gaze from where he stood behind Derus Robert. Where his eyes had been casual before, they were now openly scrutinizing—watching to gauge my reaction.

“Hmm?”

I turned naturally to face Matio. He wore an embarrassed expression and lowered his gaze.

‘This is the best approach.’

Pretending not to notice when someone stares intently is a blunder. The best response is to show curiosity about why they’re looking—not suspicion, but genuine interest.

‘Merlin has been incredibly helpful.’

Without Merlin, I might have made a mistake due to Matio’s watchful gaze. It was no exaggeration to say that escaping suspicion in this place was thanks to her.

-Grrrrr….

Wrath ground his teeth and glared at Derus Robert, who was savoring wine on the platform above.

-It’s all because of that lanky bastard that my portions are so meager! The enemy of food shall never be forgiven!

He bared his fangs at Derus Robert and growled. It seemed his offer to help was genuine.

-So this time, grab that pie over there. The blueberries are tempting me.

I chuckled softly, filled a plate with food, and returned to the dining table.

“Is that enough? Eat up.”
“This is eleven bowls.”
“Just eleven bowls.”

Martha narrowed her eyes, echoing Wrath’s sentiment as she looked at the dish of food.

“You’re one to talk, but the others aren’t coming.”

True to her words, Lunan stood rooted to the ice cream section as if nailed to the ground, while Burren Zigheart was chatting and laughing with Owen’s knights.

“They’ll figure it out on their own.”

I waved my hand dismissively and took a bite of the pie. The sweetness of blueberries, soaked into the crispy pastry, filled my mouth.

-Mmmmm! This tastes like the pâtissier poured their heart into it! I wish I could take them to my castle.

Watching Wrath’s satisfied expression, I closed my eyes.

Even after twenty years, even after reincarnation, the moment I close my eyes, those days come flooding back.

I was treated worse than human, trained in assassination techniques, hunted for over a month without proper sleep during training by hunting dogs and senior assassins, and sent on missions while gripping a dagger at an age when I should have been receiving parental love.

It was Derus Robert who commanded those vile acts, but it was Matio, the butler of the shadows, who carried them out.

I recalled Matio’s mechanical face—how he’d used violence to threaten me in childhood, and freedom to threaten me after the brainwashing.

‘I can’t let him live either.’

My vengeance wasn’t limited to Derus Robert alone. It extended to all the shadowy forces he’d built. I would destroy everything they possessed, thoroughly and completely.

‘But not now.’

Matio’s current level was on par with Roen’s, and with his mastery of assassination techniques, he was far more troublesome to face.

‘For now, the best course is to gauge his aura.’

I focused on sensing the aura Matio possessed through his gaze, even activating the Ring of Fire to feel his energy more acutely. Just then, Wrath’s gaze suddenly snapped toward the back.

-Two more have arrived.

With Wrath’s murmur, the exterior grew bustling.

Boom!

Moments later, the sound of knights outside the Banquet Hall striking the ground with their spears echoed, and the doors swung open.

[The Grand Archmage Chamber of Valcar and the heroes of Valcar are entering!]

At that announcement, every eye turned toward the entrance.

They’d arrived just now, so instead of formal wear, the mages wore robes and the knights wore armor as they entered the Banquet Hall.

Though many entered simultaneously, all eyes were drawn to the beautiful woman with crimson short hair standing at their center. She walked through the heart of the Banquet Hall with confident strides, her golden eyes gleaming.

Despite her youthful appearance, an immense mana radiated from her—vast as the sea itself.

“I’m here!”

The red-haired woman waved at the leaders of the Six Emperors standing on the Platform, flashing a brilliant smile.

‘So this is Chamber, the Grand Archmage of Valcar.’

One of only three Grand Archmages on the Continent, she was a transcendent being who served as the commander of Valcar’s Royal Mage Corps.

‘She looks younger than me.’

The stronger one became, the slower aging progressed—but Chamber’s case was particularly extreme. She was likely older than King Owen or Derus Robert, yet her appearance suggested someone in their very early twenties.

“So Glen really did come?”

Chamber called Glen “mister” as she climbed onto the Platform.

“That light tongue of yours remains unchanged.”
“Indeed. What of it.”

Glen’s brow furrowed, but Chamber paid no mind and took the seat beside him.

“Ha.”

I stood slack-jawed. I’d never imagined anyone would address Glen in such a manner.

‘These transcendents are all peculiar.’

Shaking my head, I examined those who had followed her. A familiar face appeared.

‘She came after all.’

Jeina, the Princess of Valcar, was naturally in attendance at the Banquet Hall.

‘She didn’t know I was coming.’

Had she known, she would never have come—clearly, she hadn’t anticipated my presence.

“Huh!”

Jeina, walking with confidence matching Chamber’s own, locked eyes with me and let out a sharp gasp.

“Jeina?”
“Your Highness?”

Those nearby halted their steps and turned their gaze toward Jeina.

“Oh, it’s nothing at all.”

She trembled as she walked, her posture hunched—a far cry from her earlier bearing.

‘One more advantage gained.’

As I smiled and contemplated what I might extract from the insufferable Princess, a fierce and formidable aura erupted from the entrance.

‘That’s right….’

Wrath had said there were two, not one. I turned my head sharply.

“Ah, I haven’t introduced—”
“That’s unnecessary.”

With a sound like the floor itself was shattering, a colossal figure strode in wearing nothing but a coat over his bare chest. He stood over two meters tall, his eyes blazing with the ferocity of a beast, and an indomitable presence radiated from him—the kind that would yield not a single drop of blood even if pierced by a needle.

‘The Beast Alliance Lord, the Wild King Ogram!’

His savage demeanor, his complete disregard for courtesy, and the lion emblem emblazoned upon his drake-hide coat—all unmistakable marks of Ogram, the Wild King who had unified the countless tribes of the West into the Beast Alliance.

A primal roar echoed forth.

The bestial aura emanating from him plunged the Banquet Hall into silence once more.

“Glen Zigheart.”

Ogram approached the Platform, his gaze fixed on nothing else, and stood before Glen.

“It’s been a while, Ogram.”

Glen nodded with an unflinching gaze.

“That arrogant face of yours hasn’t changed.”
“Your insolent eyes are just the same.”
“Kahahaha!”

Ogram laughed heartily and nodded.

“Your nature hasn’t changed either. Even when others said you were finished, I never believed it.”

He leaped onto the Platform and took a seat beside Derus Robert.

Glen Zigheart, Derus Robert, and King Lecross showed little reaction to Chamber and Ogram’s unusual entrance. It was as if they’d expected nothing less.

‘Five of the Six Emperors.’

Six transcendents gathered in one place—beings whose mere movement could shake the Continent—and though they did nothing, the Banquet Hall itself seemed to vibrate with their presence.

-How amusing.

Wrath gazed at the five transcendents and grinned wickedly.

-Humans accumulating such power… given your pathetically brief lifespans, I must acknowledge your potential.

He nodded emphatically, as if genuinely impressed.

‘Potential, he says…’

I licked my lips and surveyed the representatives from the Valkar Kingdom and the Beast Alliance.

‘The Twelve Continents sent representatives too.’

Both the Valkar Kingdom and the Beast Alliance had sent geniuses ranked among the Twelve Continents—one from each side.

‘There’s more to gain now.’

The arrival of these new figures meant more to extract from this gathering. In particular, I was eager to observe the martial artist from the Beast Alliance, rumored to possess the strongest physique on the Continent.

-Bring more food! With more people here, it won’t last long!
‘Hmm?’

I turned at Wrath’s shout. The mages and knights of the Valkar Kingdom ate leisurely in their seats, but the martial artists of the Beast Alliance were devouring the food exactly as Wrath had warned.

-Hurry!
‘Sigh.’

I was about to head toward the buffet to fulfill my promise to let them eat their fill when voices of the transcendents rang out from the Platform.

“Hm! This should be interesting. I’m in favor.”

At Derus Robert’s words, Chamber raised her hand and clapped enthusiastically.

“No matter. Our children will sweep away all of your treasures.”

Ogram chuckled while chewing through an entire pig’s leg.

“Then it’s decided.”

Derus Robert nodded with evident relief, clasping his hands together.

“King Lecross, if you would do the honors.

He smiled toward King Lecross, who sat at the center of the hall.

“Very well.”

King Lecross rose from his throne and stepped to the edge of the platform. Without uttering a single word, his presence commanded the attention of everyone in the Banquet Hall.

“Are you all enjoying the banquet?”
“Yes!”

Everyone in the hall responded in unison, bowing their heads.

“It is exceedingly rare for five members of the Yukhwanghoe to gather, so we have prepared a special event for this occasion.”
“A special event, you say….”
“We have decided to hold a martial tournament for the young warriors and mages who will stand tall across the Continent in the future.”

At the announcement of the tournament, the eyes of everyone in the Banquet Hall gleamed with excitement.

“The competition will be divided into Expert and Master tiers. The victors will receive the honor of being recognized as the strongest among young warriors, along with prizes we shall bestow. Preliminary rounds will commence the day after tomorrow, so all participants must register by tomorrow.”

King Lecross surveyed the warriors in the Banquet Hall with a gentle smile.

“We shall observe the finals ourselves, and we hope for excellent results.”

With those words, he returned to his seat.

“A duel tournament!”
“And the Six Emperors will be watching?”
“They’re even giving out prizes directly!”
“This is insane! We absolutely have to participate!”

The warriors from the five factions gathered in their respective groups and began chattering excitedly about the tournament.

“This should be fun.”

Martha crumpled the fork in her hand, her eyes blazing with fervor.

“I’ll get to crush some elites.”

She bared her teeth in a grin, forgetting that she herself was an elite.

“It’s a good chance to observe the martial techniques of other factions. Coming here was the right call.”

Burren clenched his fists, his eyes equally alight with excitement.

“Hmm….”

Lunan seemed indifferent to the tournament, his attention entirely consumed by the six-layered pearl ice cream stacked on his plate as he pondered what to eat first.

-Raon! Me too! Me too, that one!

Wrath hung his tongue out like a puppy at the sight of the mint chocolate on the first layer of Lunan’s ice cream.

“….”

I shook my head at Wrath. Truly, this Demon King had no sense of maturity.

“The Legend Sword Association will naturally be participating, yes?”

As I walked toward the buffet to grab ice cream, a silver-haired young man blocked my path. It was Kadis Robert, Derus’s son and ranked fifth among the Twelve Continents.

“I’d very much like to witness firsthand the power that pushed back Eden, the White Blood Cult, and even the North-South Alliance. I do hope you’ll participate.”

Kadis offered a gentle smile. From the side, it would appear friendly, but from the front, his eyes remained cold—a mockery barely concealed.

“I’m afraid I might not be able to satisfy the Blue Sword’s eyes.”

I met Cardis’s gaze and smiled faintly.

“If the rumors are accurate, it should be sufficient. It will be an enjoyable time.”

‘So mockery is the right approach.’

Cardis was clearly looking down on me. He hadn’t changed one bit from when he was younger and stubborn.

‘It’s better to accept the provocation here.’

True to his arrogant and insolent nature, Cardis had a hypocritical attitude—he couldn’t tolerate others’ provocations. I decided to counter with a reverse provocation.

“I enjoy fighting opponents of similar caliber, but I’m not sure if that opportunity will come this time.”

I smiled while provoking him, as if saying ‘someone like you won’t satisfy my enjoyment.’

“…You certainly have remarkable confidence.”
“I didn’t have much, but since the Blue Sword acknowledged it, I’ve gained a little.”
“Hmm.”

Using his own words against him, Cardis couldn’t continue and swallowed a groan.

“I hope we meet in the duel.”

His voice came out choppy.

“I’m not sure if it’s possible, but if you entertain me, I’m willing.”

I nodded and passed by Cardis.
My expression didn’t crack, nor did I show any bravado, but the calm atmosphere began to ripple with tension.

‘Of course.’

He’d come to provoke me, only to be counter-provoked by someone far younger and left speechless. Right now, Cardis’s insides must be seething with rage.

‘Ah!’

Raon stopped abruptly as he reached for the ice cream to scoop it onto a plate.

-What? Why aren’t you scooping it!

Wrath tapped his shoulder impatiently, as if asking why he wasn’t getting on with it.

Raon gazed at the ice cream with its two blended colors and smiled coldly.

‘If I play this right….’

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In Derus Robert’s Dormitory after the banquet had ended.

Matio stood before Derus, who sat with his legs crossed.

“What did you find?”
“I cannot say with certainty yet, but from what I observed, I believe he is not the one.”

Matio lowered his head apologetically.

“Not the one?”
“Assassins have a distinctive gait. To be ready to strike at any moment, they walk on the balls of their feet rather than their heels. Yet it must appear unremarkable to the eye, so it looks like an ordinary walk.”

He pointed directly at the shoes as he continued.

“However, Raon Zigheart’s shoes were worn evenly across the entire sole, and his gait was that of an ordinary swordsman or knight.”
“Even the shoes?”

Derus narrowed his eyes. One could change their gait when many eyes were watching, but shoes wearing evenly meant he had walked that way for a long time.

“That is not all. When eating, assassins remain subtly vigilant of their surroundings, yet I observed no such behavior in him. He made over ten trips to the buffet, simply enjoying the food. He was quite the voracious eater.”

Matio’s eyes narrowed with a look of surprise.

“Lastly, even when I observed him openly, there were no unnatural reactions. I didn’t witness any combat, but in daily life, he was far removed from what an assassin would be.”
“Hmm….”

Derus Robert rested his chin on his fist, smacking his lips thoughtfully. He gazed out the window with an expression of displeasure before nodding.

“Can we confirm it by observing Raon Zigheart’s combat?”
“Yes. If it’s a battle where he must exert his full strength, he absolutely cannot conceal it.”
“I’ve placed you as a judge in the tournament. Observe his condition closely from nearby.”
“Understood.”

Matio nodded and disappeared from the room. Moments later, a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

At Derus Robert’s gesture, the door opened and Kadis Robert entered.

“You called for me?”
“I attempted to provoke him, but ended up being provoked instead.”
“So you heard all of that. How embarrassing for me.”

Kadis smiled without changing his expression, but fury churned behind his eyes.

“Can you win the championship?”

Darkness flickered in Derus Robert’s gaze as he posed the question.

“I didn’t expect the Beast Alliance to participate, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve already prepared to defeat the top four of the Twelve Continents.”
“Then add one more condition.”
“Please tell me.”
“If you encounter Raon Zigheart, sever his arm.”
“Ho.”

Kadis’s lips curved upward in a long smile.

“Will you be alright with Glen coming?”
“Had you mentioned anyone else in that mouth of yours, I would have crushed your jaw. But Glen is different.”

Derus Robert nodded and smiled faintly.

“I’ve already gauged his intentions. If I were to kill him, that would be one thing. A severed arm alone won’t stop him from moving. I’ll use Severing Magic to ensure that even if his arm regenerates, it will never function as it did before.”
“I shall carry out your orders.”

Cardis bowed respectfully, his demeanor at odds with his blunt words, and left the chamber.

“If you cannot find the answer….”

Left alone in the room, Derus gazed out the window where moonlight poured in, his smile as cold and unsettling as frost.

“Then eliminating the problem itself becomes an option.”

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After the banquet concluded, I led the Gwangpung Unit toward the outskirts of the Royal Palace.

“Where are we going? Are we allowed to enter this area?”

Burren glanced around with an uncertain expression.

“The friendly match is the day after tomorrow. We need to rest and train as much as we can.”

Martha frowned, saying she needed to sleep to prepare for tomorrow’s sword technique inspection.

“….”

Lunan hummed softly, seemingly lost in thoughts of the ice cream he’d eaten before. He looked in remarkably high spirits.

“We’re here.”

I reassured the anxious Gwangpung Unit swordsmen and stood before a door near the Small Garden. As I unlocked the sturdy bolt and stepped inside, a well-maintained Training Ground came into view.

“This place is….”
“A Training Ground?”
“Did you arrange this for us to practice?”

I needed a space to train for the friendly match, and everyone’s expressions showed that everything had worked out perfectly.

“I asked the Third Prince to lend us an empty Training Ground.”

I smiled as I watched the Gwangpung Unit rejoice.

“Woooow!”
“I knew it—only our leader thinks of us like this!”
“It’s so spacious we can use all of it.”

The members of the Gwangpung Order toured the Training Ground, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

“Since it’s late today, we should start tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah. Let’s begin training at dawn.”
“We need to prepare training clothes and equipment….”

Boom!

The Gwangpung Unit, who had just been talking about training tomorrow, flinched at the harsh sound of the door slamming shut and turned to look at it.

I was locking the Training Ground’s door.

“R-Raon?”
“The door is locked?”
“W-Why are you locking the door?”

The swordsmen of the Gwangpung Unit swallowed hard, their eyes fixed on me as the situation unfolded unexpectedly.

“Tomorrow? There is no tomorrow.”

I lifted my head as I spoke those words. My eyes blazed with a burning crimson light.

“I may not care about many things, but I will never allow the Gwangpung Unit to lose to the Robert Family.”

I couldn’t reveal the Robert Family’s sword technique countermeasures without exposing my identity, so the best approach was to awaken their spirit and body through overwhelming sword force, just as I had done before.

“Why is he like this again!”
“Why did he suddenly go crazy!”
“That’s the look in his eyes from the concentration enhancement training!”

Martha and the Gale Wind Squad retreated backward, their jaws trembling.

“Ah, well, training is good and all, but let’s rest for now. We just ate.”
“Right. It’s late too. Let’s start tomorrow.”
“Besides, we didn’t bring our training clothes, and we don’t have practice swords….”

Meanwhile, Burren and several swordsmen waved their hands, trying to persuade them somehow.

“Don’t worry.”

I snapped my fingers, and Dorian quickly approached from the side.

“You have them, right?”
“Ugh, yes.”

Dorian sniffled and reached into his spatial pouch. From within, the training clothes and practice swords of the current Gale Wind Squad swordsmen came pouring out.

“There’s one more thing.”
“Ugh….”

He wiped away tears and pulled out the Black Ring from the spatial pouch, setting it down on the ground.

“The Black Ring!”
“You didn’t break it?”
“Damn it!”

The Gale Wind Squad gasped at the sight of the Black Ring and retreated. No matter how determined they were, the Black Ring seemed to be the one thing they truly feared.

I looked at the Black Ring and shook my head.

“Ah, I was mistaken about something.”

At those words, the pallid complexions of the Gale Wind Squad brightened slightly.
They wanted to train, but everyone desperately wanted to avoid the hellish training sessions that came with me.

“R-right. We were too hasty!”
“Training is good, but right before a duel, we shouldn’t push too hard.”
“L-let’s take it easy.”

The Gwangpung Order saw this as an opportunity and approached Raon while wiping away cold sweat.

“No, that’s not it. Since five of the Six Emperors are participating, there’s a high chance we’ll encounter the others before facing the Robert Family.”

The aura radiating from Raon sharpened like thorns.

“In other words, you must prepare for all four of them.”
“Uh….”
“Ah….”

The swordsmen’s jaws dropped as they realized the enormous misunderstanding they’d made.

“Still, don’t worry. Two days will be enough.”

While the Gwangpung Order’s faces hardened, a sinister smile bloomed at the corners of Raon’s lips. He lifted the Heavenly Sword still in its sheath and flicked his finger.

“Now then, let’s begin the training—or rather, the slaughter.”

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