The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 366

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Chapter 366

Raon packed his belongings at the Dormitory and made his way to the entrance of Weathers Village. The collapsed iron gate and Stone Wall had been meticulously repaired under Henderson’s supervision.

‘I suppose I can leave now.’

No enemies or Monsters approached the village perimeter, the people had found a measure of stability, and with Henderson remaining behind, I could depart without concern.

Though Drake’s disappearance meant Monsters could emerge later, that was a problem for the distant future. I planned to return and request that the Sepia Trading Company dispatch martial artists to handle it.

-…did.

As I waited for Dorian before the iron gate, Wrath’s voice echoed from the depths below, hollow and despondent.

-I sh-should have declared it a specialty product, not raspberry pie and roasted chestnuts. I should have….
‘How much longer is he going to keep this up?’

Ever since receiving raspberry macarons and chestnut candy from Lucy, the Village Chief’s Granddaughter, Wrath had been parroting the same words over and over.
Beyond mere sulking, he seemed to have lost his mind entirely.

-I should have declared it a specialty product, not raspberry pie and roasted chestnuts….
‘Geez….’
-Of all times for a new product to appear, the world clearly despises the True Demon King…*sob*!

He wept over a wager he’d naturally expected to win, lamenting that he’d lost due to the world’s cruel interference.

‘He’s almost pitiful.’

Seeing him, who sang about food as naturally as breathing, in such a state stirred a faint pity within me.

‘I can’t really give him the macarons….’

I’d have to buy him some mint chocolate on the way back.

I’d promised Deningrose I would return with the local specialties, so the macarons were off-limits.
I resolved to purchase whatever food Wrath desired once I returned to the Sepia Trading Company.

“Head of House!”

As I patted Wrath’s sniffling head, Dorian burst out from the Dormitory.

“Everything’s ready.”

Dorian grinned while rubbing his belly pouch.
I still couldn’t believe that a small pouch contained both the Eight-Headed Demon Horse and a Drake approaching thirty-five meters in length.

“Then let’s go.”

I chuckled softly and jerked my chin toward the door.

“You’re leaving without saying goodbye?”

Dorian tilted his head as he glanced back at the Village.

“Why make a show of it?”
“No, it’s not about making a show. It’s just that a simple farewell would be….”
“We’ve already received enough thanks. It’s better to leave quietly without burdening the injured.”
“I suppose….”

Dorian’s response grew longer, clearly unsatisfied.

As I tapped Dorian’s shoulder and moved to vault over the Stone Wall, multiple presences stirred behind us.

“Benefactor!”
“I knew it!”
“You’re really leaving just like that.”

The villagers, their bodies wrapped in bandages, rushed out and hurried toward Dorian and me.

“You came like the wind and leave like the wind. We cannot thank you enough. There are no words sufficient to express our gratitude.”

The Village Chief pressed his lips together firmly and bowed deeply.

“Thank you so much!”

The villagers followed the Village Chief’s lead and lowered their heads. From the trembling thickness in their voices alone, I could sense how they truly regarded me.

I smiled and greeted the villagers with a nod.

“I hope you all take care of yourselves.”
“Mm….”
“Our benefactor….”

I had simply spoken without pretense, yet the villagers seemed even more moved by my words, their lips trembling with emotion.

“It’s strange—at times like this, you’re so composed and rational, but why do you sometimes lose your mind…ugh!”

I heard Dorian’s muttering voice from behind me. When I glared at him, he flinched and took a step back.

“Benefactor!”

I looked up at the child’s voice. Lucy, the Village Chief’s Granddaughter whom I had given the raspberry macaron to earlier, came running with two baskets in her hands.

“P-please take this with you.”

A sweet yet refreshing aroma wafted from the baskets.

“It’s raspberry pie.”
“Pie? Why would you…?”
“When you had the macaron earlier, you seemed to enjoy it, so I prepared this for you.”

Lucy lowered her head shyly.

‘She thought I enjoyed it….’

I had merely covered my mouth and mocked Wrath, but she had interpreted that as enjoyment.

-Kyaaaaaaagh!

Wrath thrust his face into the basket and shrieked.

-Why are you giving this now?! Why not earlier?! That girl is definitely a divine apostle! She’s mocking the True Demon King!

He writhed his plump cotton candy body, insisting that the divine apostle must be destroyed.

“Thank you.”

I kicked away the struggling Wrath and accepted the basket containing the raspberry pie.

“No, please. Just enjoy it.”

Lucy shook her head with a smile.

“I’ll visit again later.”

I turned my back after meeting the grateful gazes of the villagers one by one.

“Take care! I’ll definitely come back!”

Dorian followed behind me after waving cheerfully.

“You’ll really come back, won’t you?”
“I will.”

I nodded to Dorian with a faint smile.

-Ugh! I should have called them specialty items instead of raspberry pie and roasted chestnuts….
‘Here we go again.’

Even after leaving the village, Wrath’s muttering continued. From the looks of it, it would go on for days.

“Master.”

As I was about to mount my horse after leaving the village, Dorian approached from the side.

“There are two pies. Why don’t you eat one while it’s still warm?”
-S-Specialty items, not raspberry pie and roasted chestnuts.

The moment Dorian suggested eating the pie, Wrath’s wailing stopped abruptly. His gaze, which had been staring blankly at the sky, subtly shifted toward us.

‘Surely not….’

This raspberry pie had reduced him to that state, and now his appetite was returning?

I let out a dry laugh and opened one of the baskets. I gave one slice of the raspberry pie, cut into five pieces, to Dorian and picked up the second slice.

-Gulp!

The sound of Wrath swallowing echoed through his throat like thunder.

‘This True Demon King really is….’

I shook my head and brought the raspberry pie to my lips.

The warm yet crispy crust delighted my palate, while the juice-laden sweetness of the raspberries enveloped my entire tongue and refused to let go. Finally, the savory richness of roasted almonds provided a clean finish.

A smile bloomed naturally. I could now understand why this specialty had earned such distant renown.

-Hehe….

I turned to look at Wrath, drawn by that delighted laugh.
Focus had returned to his vacant eyes, and his lips curved upward without restraint.

-Tasty.

Seeing him grin with his plump cheeks puffed out left me speechless.

‘What exactly is this guy?’

Is he really the True Demon King of Wrath?

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Rimer stood before the Annex Building, swaying as though he were a man of leisure.

Knock, knock.

At his gentle rap on the door, Helen the head maid emerged.

“Commander of the Gwangpung Unit?”
“Hello.”

Rimer waved his hand with a bright smile.

“It’s been a while. What brings you to the Annex Building?”
“Is Sylvia here?”
“Ah, please wait a moment.”

Helen bowed her head and walked down the inner corridor.

“It’s been quite some time since I’ve visited.”

Rimer smiled as he surveyed the Annex Building.

‘It’s remarkable that such a cold fellow came from this warm place.’

Simply stepping into the Annex Building made me feel the warmest atmosphere in all of Zigheart.
It was hard to believe that a monster of a child like Raon was born in such a cozy place.

“Oh? Examiner Rimer!”
“It’s Uncle Elf!”

Julius and Yua, who were passing through the corridor, stopped upon seeing Rimer.
They had grown quite close since they met him every time they skipped training and visited Roen.

“Why did you come here?”

The two children tilted their heads, looking up at Rimer.

“Well….”
“Rimer.”

As Rimer was about to answer, Sylvia emerged from the end of the corridor.

“Did you come because of something regarding Raon?”
“No, that’s not it.”

Rimer shook his head lightly.

“I see.”

Sylvia lowered her head with an ambiguous expression—whether relieved or disappointed, it was hard to tell.

“You’re surprisingly composed.”

Rimer smiled faintly as he observed Sylvia’s dimmed eyes.

“I thought you’d be trembling with worry.”
“Of course I’m worried. How could I not be concerned about a child who was kidnapped just recently?”

Sylvia exhaled a quiet sigh.

“But I can’t keep him in my arms forever, and my worry won’t change anything. All I can do is trust him so that Raon can feel at ease.”

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. Her ruby-red eyes, as if sculpted from gemstones, shone with an elegant radiance.

Rimer smiled as he met her gaze.

‘She’s changed.’

During Raon’s training days, she would weep and beg for him to pay attention to her, but now she worried while firmly trusting in the child.
Just as Raon had grown taller, Sylvia’s heart had matured as well.

‘Looking at it this way, they’re identical.’

Though she appeared fragile, that gaze resembled Glen’s and Raon’s. They were family—inescapable, no matter what anyone said.

“Don’t worry too much.”

Rimer smiled at Sylvia.

“He’s not the type to go around getting beaten. I’ve heard he defeated Garona and Cardis. He’s prepared for kidnapping attempts, so you can rest easy.”
“Hearing you say that does put my mind at ease somewhat.”

Sylvia nodded gently with a soft smile.

“If this isn’t about Raon, why did you come to the Annex Building?”
“Ah, it’s because of these two.”

Rimer pointed downward with his finger at Yua and Julius, who stood in a daze.

“I’m thinking of recruiting these kids into the Gwangpung Unit.”
“Recruit?”
“The Gwangpung Unit?”

Yua tilted her head in confusion, while Julius’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Gwangpung Unit.

“That’s right. You’d be joining the Gwangpung Unit where Raon, the one who saved you, is. How about it? Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! I want to go!”
“Please let me join!”

Yua threw her hand up eagerly, while Julius grabbed Rimer’s sleeve and shook it.

“Hehehehe! That’s right, that’s right. Let’s stamp our seal first.”

Rimer’s expression was one that screamed “con artist” to anyone watching as he firmly grasped the hands of Yua and Julius.

“Wait, just a moment!”

Sylvia hurriedly stepped in and wedged herself between Rimer and the children.

‘His eyes looked far too strange.’

Without realizing it, she positioned herself in front of the children, her instincts reacting to the expression of someone consumed by gambling fever.

“What are you trying to do with these children?”
“I need some help for now.”

Rimer shrugged while looking at Yua and Julius.

“The Rags Elder will be bringing more children soon.”
“The Rags Elder?”
“Yes. The children coming with him have suffered serious injuries, so I was hoping Yua and Julius could help them.”

He gazed at Julius and Yua with eyes that held a hint of bitterness.

“I see, but why did you mention the Gwangpung Unit to Yua and Julius…?”
“Oh, that’s true as well.”

Rimer grinned as he patted the heads of Yua and Julius.

“Once Raon returns, the Gwangpung Unit will be promoted to the Gwangpung Corps.”

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Crrraaack! Boom!

A bone-chilling roar erupted from the Robert Family Underground Chamber where shadows were cultivated, as if the very Continent itself were splitting asunder.

Derus Robert. The sound came from him, his face flushed crimson as he stamped his foot. With merely a press of his sole against the ground, an enormous chasm had torn open in the floor, its depths unfathomable.

“Hah…”

Even then, his fury unabated, Derus clenched his fists until blood dripped from them. Crimson droplets fell from the backs of his hands and palms into the pitch-black abyss below.

“Head of House.”

Just as Derus was about to stamp his foot again, Rezel emerged from the darkness and knelt before him.

“Did you identify them?”
“Yes.”

Rezel nodded and raised his gaze. In Derus’s eyes, a crimson aura rippled with murderous intent.

‘I could die just from that glare.’

With recent losses mounting—not only Roktan and the Poison Clan, but even the informants sent to gather intelligence had vanished without a trace—it was hardly surprising that Derus burned with rage. No, it was only because he was Derus that he restrained himself; anyone else would have already exploded.
No, I’m only holding back because it’s Derus. If it were anyone else, I would have already exploded.

“The Black Tower?”
“Yes. It appears they were after Drake. The Black Tower Master’s corpse and traces have been identified.”
“I see…”
“Sigh…”

Derus Robert let out a hollow laugh and dropped his gaze.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t capture Raon Zigheart as ordered, but instead waged war against the Black Tower?”
“It appears to be the case.”

Rezel nodded, his lips trembling. He had served Derus Robert all this time, but it had been a long while since he’d witnessed such murderous intent emanating from him.

“And Raon Zigheart?”
“He arrived late and finished off the exhausted Black Tower Master and Roktan. He saved the people and even took Drake’s corpse with him, it seems.”
“Huuuuuh….”

Derus Robert gazed up at the blackened ceiling and exhaled a deep sigh.

“Kahahaha!”

He swept his blood-stained hand across his forehead and burst into mad laughter.

“I cannot tell whether he is blessed by fortune or mocking the world itself. I still cannot form a proper judgment of that man.”

Derus Robert lowered his head. The eyes that had blazed with fury and murderous intent grew cold as ice.

“Head of House?”
“For now, avoid any confrontation with Raon Zigheart. Instead, gather intelligence. Use the Northern Region network to collect all information about him from his birth until now.”
“Understood.”

Rezel swallowed dryly and nodded.

“I will not be careless again.”

Derus Robert smiled faintly, shaking the blood dripping from the wound on his hand down into the dark hole below.

“I will uncover everything about you and bring this to an end.”

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Before returning to the Sepia Trading Company, Raon first headed to Rokan’s Black Market. Following the path as he had been guided initially, he found Deningrose waiting in a small room.

“You’ve worked hard. And….”

Deningrose rose from her seat and bowed at the waist. It was a gesture that carried both courtesy and dignity.

“Thank you for avenging Ferents.”

I’d never heard the name before, but I could guess who she meant. It had to be that operative who, even while afflicted by shadow mana, had endured to the end and provided information about the Black Tower.

“He can rest easy now.”

Beneath the calm words, I sensed profound sorrow. The operative called Ferents must have been someone Deningrose held dear.

“Though I met him only once and briefly, he was a person worthy of respect.”

I lowered my eyes and spoke. These weren’t hollow words. Enduring shadow mana while relying on the Carbon Cultivation Method—I doubted I could manage it even now.

“This tragedy occurred because of us, and for that I can only apologize.”
“I’m s-sorry.”

Raon and Dorian bowed their heads.

“No. He accepted the request and did his duty. In the end, he saved people, so I’m sure he was satisfied.”

Deningrose smiled faintly, waving off such words. Her composure returned in an instant—the bearing of the Black Market Master’s successor.

“Please, sit down.”

At her gesture, I took the seat across from her.

“We intend to protect Weathers Village for some time. With the Drake that ruled the mountain range like a king now gone, there’s a risk that monsters will exploit the vacuum.”
“I see.”

Deningrose seemed to share my thoughts on the matter.

‘Then I can rest easier.’

The Black Market, being an organization formed by the lower classes oppressed at society’s bottom, appeared to prioritize people’s welfare.
Of course, they might receive distribution rights to Weathers Village’s wild strawberries and chestnuts in return, but that would benefit both sides.

“Dorian.”

I called out to Dorian with a nod.

“Yes.”

Dorian understood my intention and reached into his spatial pouch, retrieving a basket and box before placing them on the table.

“This is….”
“The items I promised. And….”

I smiled faintly and opened the lids of the basket and box. Wild strawberry macarons and wild strawberry pie from Weathers Village came into view.

“These are things I was able to preserve thanks to the Branch Chief and the agents’ help.”
“Is that so.”

Deningrose smiled and placed a slice of pie into her mouth. Her eyes widened like full moons. Her expression showed she hadn’t expected it to be this delicious.

“Wow, this is delicious. The crust is still crispy, and the sweet filling overflows!”
“Please try the macaron as well. They say it’s a newly released product.”
“Newly released….”

Satisfied with the pie, Deningrose’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the macaron. She quickly reached out and took a bite of it as well.

“This, this is delicious too. Actually, I prefer this one. Most macarons these days are too sweet, but this one doesn’t have an aggressive sweetness—the refreshing fruit juice and soft, bread-like macaron shell harmonize so perfectly that it feels incredibly fresh. It’s far superior to what the patissiers in major cities like Camelrun or Rokan make…wait!”

Deningrose’s face flushed as she noticed Dorian and me staring at her with blank expressions.

“It seems you have quite a fondness for desserts.”

I smiled as I watched the macaron trembling slightly in Deningrose’s hand.

‘She’s not without her gaps.’

I had thought her so composed and iron-willed, but seeing her blush while describing the taste of desserts, she finally looked her age.

-The True Demon King also enjoys such things. Just one bite….
‘You stay out of this.’

I gently pushed away Wrath, who kept clinging to me and begging for macarons.

“I… I like them a little,” Deningrose answered, her head bowed.

Her earlobes were flushed a deep crimson.

“The other heirs of the Sepia Trading Company are also returning with their own acquisitions!”

It was obvious she was trying to change the subject, but I chuckled softly and let it slide.

“Do you know what they are?”
“Yes, of course.”

Deningrose nodded and set down the half-eaten macaron beside her. From the trembling of her gaze, it seemed she was barely restraining her desire to eat it.

—Isn’t there still some left? I should get some too…—

Wrath whining beside me and Deningrose unable to tear her eyes from the dessert seemed like a perfect match.

“The third heir, Palen Sepia, obtained premium claws, fangs, and horns. The second heir, Dialun Sepia, is bringing back a stuffed Drake in its entirety. And the first heir, Jeseor Sepia, is…”

Deningrose’s gaze turned toward Dorian. She swallowed hard before continuing.

“He’s capturing a Drake. A special Drake, in fact, and bringing it back alive.”
“A special Drake? Like the one we caught?”
“Yes. A wind-attribute Drake, they said. I didn’t hear the exact details about the Drake’s size in the Zamari Mountain Range, but it’s so massive that I’m uncertain if he can win against it…”
“How large?”
“Over 25 meters, I heard. That’s exceptionally rare.”

Upon hearing her words, Dorian and I exchanged glances, our lips curling upward.

“25 meters?”
“25 meters…”

Merely?

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