The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 368

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Chapter 368

People cry out when startled, but they fall silent when truly shocked.

The Training Ground was a picture of pure astonishment. Even with its neck and tail not fully extended, the Drake’s presence—towering over thirty meters—had stolen the wits of everyone present.

I turned my gaze to the right, observing the merchants’ expressions.

The merchants who had been cheering moments ago, declaring Jeseor’s victory and waving their hands, now clamped their mouths shut like they’d swallowed their tongues.

Instead, their eyes were wide enough to split, frantically taking in the Drake that filled the entire Training Ground.

‘The other heirs are probably in a similar state.’

I smiled faintly and turned my attention to Dialun and Pallen standing beside me.
Pallen, who had felt a kinship with Dorian, was so shocked she’d collapsed to the ground, while Dialun drooled openly as he stared at the Drake, unable to take it all in at once.

‘That one’s completely lost his mind.’

Jeseor, standing in the center, seemed unable to comprehend the situation—his eyes had gone completely blank.
He looked like his soul had been knocked right out of him by Dorian, whom he’d dismissed entirely.

Finally, I looked at Adis.

‘He’s… unchanged.’

As expected. He was no ordinary man.

He alone in this Training Ground remained unshaken, his eyes calm and composed as he observed both Dorian and the Drake.
I’d suspected it before, but it seemed that managing a large-scale trading company was not a task for just anyone.

-Their faces are all burned out.

Wrath chuckled as he surveyed the surroundings.

-Seeing those arrogant bastards go quiet feels like eating mint chocolate ice cream!

Raon smiled and nodded.

‘Yes. That feels satisfying.’

Watching the merchants who had been boasting since his return that the battle was already over collapse with pale faces—it was deeply gratifying.

“Haaah….”

At the sound of ragged breathing, I glanced to the side. Dorian stood trembling, his fists clenched tight. Seeing his lips curl upward, it seemed he too was savoring the people’s reactions.

After a silence that was both brief and endless, the people who had been frozen as if time itself had stopped began to open their mouths.

“Is that… a Drake? Not a dragon?”
“Even in this state, it’s far larger than the Drake that Young Master Jeseor brought….”
“If we count the head and tail fully extended, wouldn’t it be over 35 meters?”
“Where on earth did he find something like that?”
“Look at that. The scales still have vitality in them. That means they just caught it, like Young Master Jeseor did!”
“Young Master Dorian only moved with the White Sword Dragon, though. So that would mean….”
“The two of them caught that monster together.”

The merchants marveled at the Drake’s overwhelming size and Raon’s martial prowess, swallowing hard.

“No, wait….”

Jeseor approached Dorian’s side, his lips trembling.

“What, what is this! Where did you get something like this!”

For the first time, Dorian appeared in the eyes of the older brother who had been ignoring his very existence.

“I caught it.”

Dorian shrugged as if it were nothing.

“Where did you catch it!”

Jeseor cried out, having forgotten that he had been ignoring Dorian all this time.

“I caught it from far away.”

Dorian answered with the same leisurely composure he’d learned from Raon, a smile playing at his lips.

“You bastard, are you mocking me…?”
“Ahem!”

Just as Jeseor was about to charge at Dorian, Adis approached with a deliberate cough.

“Dorian. Stretch out the Drake properly.”
“Ah, yes!”

Dorian ignored Jeseor and rushed over, extending the Drake’s head and tail into a straight line.

Even crumpled, it had been larger than Jeseor’s Drake, but now that it was fully stretched, the difference was so stark they looked like an adult and a hatchling.

“W-when I see it like this, the size difference is far more severe…”
“Indeed. Young Master Jeseor’s Drake appears to be around 25 meters, while Young Master Dorian’s Drake exceeds 35 meters.”
“With a difference this pronounced, one could say the successor has already been decided.”
“Ugh…!”
“It’s over…”

The merchants who had followed Jeseor shook their heads in resignation, exhaling sighs so deep the ground seemed to tremble beneath them.

Adis nodded, observing the merchants’ reactions.

“The result is clear. With this…”
“Wait! It’s not over yet!”

Jeseor stepped forward, raising his hand. His once-arrogant eyes were now filled with desperation.

“What do you mean, not over?”

Adis turned his gaze slowly toward Jeseor.

“I acknowledge that Dorian’s Drake is larger. However, size alone doesn’t determine quality, does it? The claws, teeth, and bone durability of the one I captured are surely superior. Furthermore…”

He gestured toward Dorian’s Drake, his eyes narrowing to slits.

“Look at those wounds. Aren’t the scales completely fractured? The interior must be in terrible condition—there’s probably nothing usable left!”
“That’s certainly true….”
“At that size, the beast must have been pierced multiple times by strong attacks. Its insides could be ruined.”
“The scales are definitely in bad shape.”

It wasn’t just Jeseor—the merchants following him raised their voices, grasping at this final opportunity.

I chuckled softly, enjoying their desperate struggle.

‘I’m actually more confident about that.’

Drake had lived long and bore many scars across its body, but the true cause of death was a single sword strike—a clean downward slash to the head.

Anyone who knew how to look properly would be astounded by the pristine wound on a creature exceeding thirty meters in size.

“Ah, well….”

Dorian rubbed his pouch nervously, since he hadn’t personally secured the kill.

“That’s not entirely wrong.”

Adis nodded as he examined both Drakes in turn.

“Then perhaps….”
“However, I’m not the one who decides that.”

He gestured toward the Training Ground door, from which heavy footsteps could be heard approaching.

“The client will decide directly.”

Before his words even finished, the Training Ground door swung open, and men with muscles so thick they could pass for orcs filed in.

What was most distinctive was the gray-haired Old Man walking at the front—his muscles were more robust than anyone else’s, but his height was as small as a child’s, and he had a long, flowing beard.

-Oh!

Wrath smacked his lips as he gazed upon the old man.

-It’s been ages since I’ve seen a short-stump!
‘Short-stump….’

I narrowed my eyes as I listened to Wrath’s words.

‘Do demons call dwarves short-stumps?’

Just as Wrath had said, the master of the Grey Hammer Guild was not human, but a dwarf—and one of the most renowned figures whose name had spread far and wide across the Continent.

“It is an honor to meet the master of the Grey Hammer.”

Adis stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the dwarf.

“You honor me too much, Sepia Commerce Lord.”

The dwarf brushed his beard aside and offered a slight bow in return.

“Meeting someone of the Continental Master Craftsmen’s rank deserves at least this much courtesy.”

Adis smiled and shook his head.

‘Borgos….’

This dwarf stood among the Continental Master Craftsmen alongside Balkan, who forged the Heavenly Sword, and Kuberard, who forged the Soul Reaper Sword.

“There’s nothing impressive to see here… Huh!”

Borgos, who had been waving his hand dismissively, suddenly widened his eyes and rushed forward.
Despite his short legs, he moved at incredible speed and stopped directly in front of Dorian’s Drake.

“What, what is this!”

Borgos’s eyes trembled as if struck by lightning—a man who seemed like he wouldn’t be surprised even if a meteor fell from the sky.

“A Drake of this size! It’s practically at the level of a mature dragon!”

He bit his lip, lamenting that despite his long years as a master craftsman, he had never seen a Drake of such magnitude.

“And it possesses the finest cold aura of a water-attribute Drake, perfect for crafting weapons!”
“Look at these wing bones here! They don’t seem like they’d break at all!”
“And these scales! They’re saturated with cold energy—if we just compress them together, we could make scale armor that blades can’t penetrate!”

The craftsmen who had come with Borgos examined the Drake and let out hearty laughter. Their expressions betrayed their eagerness to return immediately and begin forging weapons.

“Fools.”

Borgos clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the craftsmen.

“You’re all blind to what matters and fixated on the trivial.”
“Pardon?”
“W-what do you mean….”

He ignored their confusion and moved toward where the Drake’s head lay.

“A single strike.”

Borgos swallowed hard as he gazed at the small sword mark etched into the center of the Drake’s head.

“Pardon?”
“This enormous monster was slain with just one blade.”

He lifted his gaze. His trembling pupils came to rest on Raon.

“Was it you?”

Borgos approached Raon with a sharp exhale.

“Your youthful face belies a swordsmanship so formidable it’s hard to fathom. The word ‘genius’ hardly does it justice.”

True to his title as a Continental Master Craftsman, he had discerned my martial prowess with precision, despite my concealed aura.

“May I ask your name?”

Raon nodded respectfully. Though he was of a different race and held a position far above mine, I appreciated how courteously he treated me.

“I am Raon Zigheart.”
“I’ve heard that name. You’re the swordsman known as the White Sword Dragon, aren’t you?”

Word of Raon’s deeds had spread even to the Grey Hammer Guild, and Borgos knew his epithet.

“I’ve seen many swordsmen bearing the title Sword Dragon over the years, but you stand out among them. Now I understand why such a monster fell in a single strike.”

He nodded while gazing down at the Divine Heavenly Sword.

“Sepia Commerce Lord. Our guild will take this Drake.”

Borgos approached Adis without sparing a glance at the Drake brought by the other successor candidate.

“Wait, just a moment!”

Jeseor wedged himself between Borgos and Adis with his hands clasped together.

“Please take a look at the Drake I caught as well! It’s smaller in size, but I hunted it cleanly with barely any wounds on its hide! Moreover, since it’s a wind-attribute Drake, its skeletal structure should be quite sturdy….”
“Do you take my eyes for rotten cod?”

Borgos’s voice dropped to a chilling coldness.

“W-what do you mean….”
“I examined your Drake the moment it entered this place. Given your name, I thought you’d brought something of quality.”
“Ah, then….”
“But that name appears to be nothing but false reputation.”

Borgos glared at Jeseor, his eyes narrowing.

“The exterior of your Drake is certainly pristine. But internally, you’ve dealt it considerable damage. You didn’t stop at tearing it apart with brute force—you even detonated magic within it.”
“That’s….”
“When that happens, the bones shatter and the scales melt from within, leaving almost nothing usable. In other words, it’s worthless.”
“Ah….”

Jeseor’s face turned pale as parchment.

“I’ve been wielding a hammer long before you—or your father, for that matter—was even born. To think you’d attempt to deceive me with such clumsy words shows how little you regard me.”

Borgos clicked his tongue in disdain and turned away.

“You’ve made a foolish mistake, Jeseor.”

Adis looked down at Jeseor and exhaled sharply.

“I-I simply brought the item as Father instructed, by any means necessary!”
“I never said that. I said that while you may steal items for customers, the merchandise itself must be flawless. You’ve completely misunderstood.”
“Ah….”

Jeseor dropped to his knees, his head bowed low. His expression was one of despair—the realization that everything was over.

“I’m… ruined….”
“Young Master Jeseor is finished like this….”
“Young Master Dialun didn’t even receive any attention.”
“S-so then, is Young Master Dorian really the successor?”

The eyes of the merchants who had stood behind Jeseor and Dialun trembled pitifully, like the wings of a butterfly battered by waves.

“Did anyone predict this outcome?”
“No, of course not. Who would have chosen Young Master Dorian!”
“Then isn’t this an opportunity? A chance to stand behind Young Master Dorian?”
“That’s true….”
“If we play our cards right, we could even become executives….”

The merchants abandoned their rotting rope and lifted themselves from their seats, licking their lips eagerly to climb aboard the new rope that had descended—Dorian. They looked ready to rush to him the moment the results were announced.
They were prepared to be the first to reach Dorian.

“I’ll purchase your Drake.”

Borgos approached Dorian and extended his hand.

“Huh….”

Dorian turned away without taking the hand and glanced back at Raon and Adis.

“….”
“It’s all over—why won’t you take it?”

Raon said nothing, and Adis furrowed his brow.

“No. It’s not over yet!”

Dorian smiled, taking a hint from Raon’s silence and Adis’s words, and refrained from shaking Borgos’s hand.

“Now we should begin the negotiation!”

He raised his voice with confidence.

“Quite right.”

Adis nodded gently and approached Dorian’s side.

“If you’ve brought the goods according to the client’s request, then extracting the highest possible price for those goods is also part of a merchant’s duty.”

A smile of genuine pride bloomed at the corners of his mouth for the first time.

“Now you’ve finally reached the starting line, Dorian.”

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Dorian and Borgos entered the Conference Room inside the Headquarters and began their negotiation.
Behind the two of them stood Raon and Borgos’s direct disciple.

“As originally requested, I’ll purchase all of the Drake’s horns, teeth, claws, hide, and bones.”

Borgos lifted his gaze and met Dorian’s eyes.

“To be honest, the Drake you’ve caught is the finest specimen I’ve ever seen, so I’m not sure of the market rate.”
“Ah, yes.”

Dorian nodded crisply.

“Since an ordinary Drake carcass goes for around 800 to 1000 gold coins, how about 4 gold bars?”

Borgos wrote “4 gold bars” on the contract that Dorian had provided.

“Four gold bars?”

One gold ingot held the value of a thousand gold coins. It was truly an astronomical sum.

“Hmm….”

Dorian glanced back as if seeking my opinion.

I shifted my gaze slightly as I regarded Dorian.

“I-I’m sorry, but that price seems a bit difficult for us to manage.”

Dorian swallowed hard and shook his head.

“Then how about four gold ingots plus three hundred gold coins? What do you say?”

Borgos added three hundred gold coins to the amount written in the contract.

“That would be forty-three hundred gold coins….”

Dorian turned back, breathing heavily.

“Hmm.”

This time, I lowered my gaze as if displeased.

“That’s… also not quite satisfactory….”
“Ahem! Fine then. Four gold ingots and six hundred gold coins!”
“Gasp!”

Dorian turned back again, while I still kept my eyes lowered.

“Ugh….”

Borgos let out a groan without waiting for Dorian to speak. He had finally realized who was actually determining the price.

“Alright! Let me make an offer you can’t refuse! Five gold ingots!”

Five gold ingots. The price had climbed all the way to five thousand gold coins.

“Aaaagh!”

Dorian screamed and spun around, his hands trembling violently as if urging me to accept quickly.

I shook my head with an impassive expression.

“Gasp!”
“What…?”
“What!”

Dorian, Borgos, and his apprentice all widened their eyes in shock.

Unlike them in their astonishment, I calmly sipped my tea with my arms crossed.

-Hey.

Wrath tilted his head.

-How much is that Drake anyway?
‘I have no idea.’

I’d heard that the taxidermied Drake Dialun brought was worth around one thousand gold coins, but I didn’t know the exact value of this one.

-Then why did you refuse?
‘There’s a saying that you should refuse three times when negotiating.’
-But you refused four times?
‘I did one more just in case.’
-Are you seriously insane…?

Wrath exhaled in exasperation as if he couldn’t believe it.

“This is maddening.”

Borgos furrowed his brow and lifted his head.

“If I leave like this, I might have to retake the successor’s test, wouldn’t I?”

He gripped the table tightly as if making a threat.

“Ugh!”

Dorian turned around in panic, but Raon remained perfectly calm.

[The trial was to bring Drake’s claws, teeth, horns, and bones. Tell him the transaction hasn’t ended.]

This wasn’t bluffing. Adis had clearly said to bring Drake, not to sell it unconditionally.

“The t-trial was to bring Drake’s c-claws, teeth, horns, and bones. Tell him the transaction hasn’t ended. Gasp!”

Dorian spoke the words, even uttering the unnecessary phrase “tell him.”

“Ugh….”

Borgos looked up at Raon, his jaw trembling.

-What kind of hidden power broker is this guy!

Wrath’s mouth fell open as he watched.

-If that’s how it is, you should be sitting in front!

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