The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 369

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Chapter 369

I chuckled as I watched Dorian’s lips tremble. He seemed to realize he’d made a grave mistake, his eyes widening as he glanced nervously at me.

‘He really is peculiar, I’ll give him that.’

I had merely repeated the test details Adis had explained to me, yet I hadn’t expected him to pass along even that instruction about conveying the message.

[You didn’t need to say that.]
[I-I’m terribly sorry!]

True to form, Dorian’s trembling came through even in the aura message.

[Well, what’s done is done.]

The only option was to push forward with confidence.

Despite being caught giving Dorian instructions, I lifted my chin with unwavering assurance.

-Are you truly insane?

Wrath’s eyes narrowed in utter disbelief.

-Did that Mad Woman mess with your mind when you were kidnapped?
‘That man already knows I’m the one giving the orders anyway.’

Looking at Borgos’s gaze, he seemed to have already discerned who was truly deciding this transaction.
The word “convey” had merely transformed his suspicion into certainty.

“If that’s the case, don’t stand there—sit down.”

Borgos spoke the same words as Wrath, gesturing toward an empty seat.

“I’m an outsider in this matter.”

I waved my hand with a smile.

“An outsider? From where I’m standing, you’re the one who looks like an outsider.”

Borgos let out a hollow laugh as he regarded Dorian.

“That can’t possibly be true. Dorian is the one destined to become the successor of the Sepia Trading Company.”
-That successor rests in the palm of your hand, does he not!
‘I act only with Dorian’s interests in mind.’
-How amusing! Cast aside that greed burning in your eyes and speak truthfully!

I wiped the corner of my eyes with my sleeve and blinked.

‘Done.’
-Grrgh! I wish to beat you to death!

Wrath’s plump fists trembled with barely contained fury.

“Sigh… I never expected dealing with a young person would drain me so thoroughly.”

Borgos released a deep breath.

“I ask of you—please, sit in front.”
“It would be discourteous to refuse an elder’s request twice.”

I sat down beside Dorian as if I’d been waiting for this moment.

“Then I shall stand!”

Dorian rose as if he’d anticipated it, breaking into a broad smile. Both of them wore expressions of serene contentment, as though they’d found their rightful places.

“Yes, this is how it should be.”

Borgos nodded with a weary smile.

“Now then, speak freely. White Sword Dragon—what you seek is not money, is it?”

A figure of Raon Zigheart’s caliber would never desire mere wealth. He was clearly after something else entirely.

‘What could it be… Ah!’

Recalling Raon’s movements, I remembered the sword stances he had casually demonstrated.

‘The longsword felt like Balkan, and the dagger like Kuberard.’

Could it be…?

Borgos lifted his gaze to look at Raon. Upon seeing those eyes, sunken like a deep lake, his suspicion crystallized into certainty.

‘That was it.’

He smiled with satisfaction and smoothed the contract before him.

“….”

I regarded Borgos with my usual composed gaze and licked my lips.

‘That’s not it.’

I only had money on my mind.

Whatever Borgos was thinking, all I wanted was payment.

‘Besides, Drake was merely a side benefit.’

My sole purpose in coming to this Trading Company was to make Dorian my successor.

Thanks to the trial of bringing Drake, I had even obtained the Drake Heart—the material needed to forge Sylvia’s dantian. The corpse itself was irrelevant. I simply needed to receive fair compensation.

“I knew it!”

Borgos took my silence as affirmation and nodded vigorously.

-What is that pint-sized bastard babbling about?

Wrath narrowed his eyes at Borgos.

‘Who knows…’
-How does he expect me to understand this money-obsessed fool!

He shouted that the man was nothing but a greedy fool obsessed with money.

“So you kept the cloak wrapped around you to show me those two blades. The longsword is Balkan’s work, and the short sword is Kuberard’s, isn’t it?”
“That is correct.”

I had no intention of displaying the swords, but since the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword were indeed Balkan’s and Kuberard’s creations, I nodded in acknowledgment.

“May I take a look?”
“Of course.”

I unsheathed the Heavenly Sword and the Soul Reaper Sword and extended them forward, curious to see how far Borgos would go.

The blades slid free with a whisper.

Borgos drew the Soul Reaper Sword first. His pupils trembled faintly as he beheld the crimson light dwelling within the blade.

“A cursed blade. One that burns the flames of resentment through self-sacrifice. For Kuberard to craft such a thing… there must have been unavoidable circumstances.”

He caressed the blade with a bitter expression.

“He has unleashed all his skill. This would rank among Kuberard’s finest works.”

Borgos returned the Soul Reaper Sword to its sheath with admiration and drew the Heavenly Sword.

“Pristine and noble in its finishing. Unmistakably Balkan’s craftsmanship. This blade grows alongside its wielder. Depending on how it is used, it could become a divine sword or a demonic one. And your path has yet to be determined, it seems.”

He gazed upon the Heavenly Sword’s blade and smiled.

“A fine sight indeed.”

Borgos returned both swords with a smile.

“White Sword Dragon. What you seek must be a treasure no less worthy than those two blades.”

He nodded in understanding.

“No, I….”
“Showing me two swords to provoke Borgos—that wasn’t a bad method at all.”
“Ah….”
“Borgos cannot lose to the likes of Balkan and Kuberard! Tell me what you desire!”

Borgos slammed the table as if commanding me to place my order.

I exhaled softly, watching the flames dance in Borgos’s eyes.

‘How did this happen?’

I had simply remained silent, yet now I stood to gain not only gold but weapons crafted by a master artisan of the Continent. The world truly moved in mysterious ways.

“Then, might I request a set of throwing knives?”

Seizing the opportunity, I requested the throwing knives I had long considered acquiring.

“You practice the art of concealed weapons as well?”
“I have some skill in it.”
“Excellent! There is nothing I cannot forge!”
“And also….”

I turned and pointed to Dorian, who stood dazed behind me.

“His sword has been broken, and he wishes to obtain a new one. Would that be possible?”
“Hmm, my apprentice shall handle that. Despite his frail appearance, he is the second-finest craftsman in the guild.”

Borgos gestured to his senior disciple standing behind him—a towering giant whose muscles seemed capable of crushing an orc, yet the word “frail” had been applied to him.

“No, no, I’m fine with anything!”

Dorian simply bowed his head in gratitude.

“Then it shall be five gold ingots, one set of throwing knives, and one sword.”

Borgos revised the contract and slid it toward me.

“Agreed. And from now on, please speak casually with me.”

Raon nodded with satisfaction and grasped Borgos’s hand.

-What, what is this?

Wrath stared at the handshake between Borgos and Raon, his mouth falling open.

-Why does everyone turn into a pushover the moment they meet this guy! Why do pushovers keep appearing!

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After concluding the negotiation, Raon departed the Headquarters with Borgos.

“I never expected you to ask me for something like that.”

Borgos shook his head as if bewildered.

“It’s best to entrust matters to an expert.”

Raon lowered his head slightly and smiled.

“You’re not wrong. I just never imagined the White Sword Dragon could be this cunning.”
“I don’t fully understand my own nature either.”

It wasn’t a lie. My temperament and character were gradually shifting alongside the growth of the Sword Realm Incarnation.

As I turned to head back to the Training Ground where Drake awaited, merchants suddenly came rushing from all directions.

“Young Master Dorian!”
“Greetings! I’m Latrin, proprietor of Kamerin, a clothing specialist shop! I look forward to working with you!”
“It’s been so long! I’m Sijern, distributor of wheat!”
“Young Master Dorian! Congratulations on becoming the successor! I conduct trade with Camelun and….”
“Young Master!”
“Young Master, just a moment….”

Numerous merchants rushed forward and swarmed around Dorian. Some thrust gifts into his hands, eager to make a favorable impression on the new successor.

“M-Master Unit Leader!”
“Do your best.”

Though Dorian was buried under the crowd of people, I paid them no mind as I headed toward the Training Ground with Borgos.

“You’re not going to help?”
“It’s something they’ll have to face continuously from now on, so they need to become accustomed to it.”

I opened the Training Ground door with a smile.

“I felt it earlier, but you’re remarkably unchildlike. Even if I grant that martial prowess is talent, experience doesn’t simply materialize….”

Borgos narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“I’ve lived a difficult life.”

I shrugged and positioned myself before Drake.

“I’m counting on you.”
“Tsk.”

Borgos smacked his lips and withdrew a short blade from his garments. The thin, delicate dagger—so slender that light passed through it—emanated a subtle crimson glow.

Whoooosh!

He carefully sliced through Drake’s neck with the blade, then extracted a hexagonal object that radiated a brilliant azure light from within.

I gazed upon that luminescence with both eyes, my fists clenching.

‘Drake’s Heart.’

Not quite on the level of a dragon’s, but a natural mana reservoir capable of storing vast quantities of mana nonetheless.

‘This will suffice.’

Though it possessed a cold attribute, it was pure natural mana of high quality, so there would be no impediment to it serving as material for Sylvia’s dantian.

“Thank you.”

I bowed to Borgos and received the Drake Heart from him. I could have extracted it myself, but I didn’t want to inflict even the smallest wound, so I entrusted the task to this expert.

“If you’re thinking of selling the Drake Heart, I can introduce you to a good buyer. You’ll fetch a higher price than at an auction.”

Borgos offered to introduce me to someone, seemingly eager to help once more.

“That won’t be necessary. I have a use for it.”

This treasure existed for Sylvia alone—I wouldn’t sell it even if offered a fortune. In truth, once I secured this, the price Drake fetched mattered little to me.

“I see. Very well.”

Borgos smiled and nodded his head.

“Then should I send the promised items to Zigheart?”
“Yes. Please send them to the Gwangpung Unit at Zigheart.”
“I’ll see to it.”

He chuckled and withdrew a cloth from his pocket. As the fabric draped over Drake’s body, the colossal form—once exceeding thirty-five meters—shrank to roughly five meters.

The craftsmen of the Grey Hammer Guild stood ready, lifting the wooden platform bearing Drake and positioning themselves behind Borgos.

“Until we meet again.”

Borgos waved leisurely before departing the Training Ground.

-That fool’s gone.

Wrath spat, calling Borgos the ultimate fool among fools.

‘He’s not quite that bad.’
-Why deny it! He gives away money and goods without a second thought!

But he’ll never match you.

No fool in all the world could compare to Wrath, who gave generously to anyone who approached him.

As I tapped Wrath’s head and turned to head back to Headquarters, a middle-aged man with neatly groomed hair approached.

“Raon.”
“Hmm?”

I opened my mouth in astonishment as I recognized him. Though his appearance had changed considerably, the murky aura surrounding him was unmistakable. The Fallen Flower I had broken in this Training Ground was Mark Goeten.

“Might I inquire when you intend to conclude your deliberation?”

Deliberation?

I closed my mouth briefly and recalled what Mark Goeten had said. A previous conversation with him surfaced in my memory.

‘He asked me to accept him.’

He had come with Pallen and begged to be allowed to follow me. At the time, I had more pressing matters, so I remembered telling him to wait.

A month had passed since then, and it appeared he had never left this Merchant Guild—he had genuinely been waiting for my answer all this time.

‘Is it because he’s a knight?’

He had originally been a knight of the Warner Kingdom. Unlike swordsmen, knights unconditionally obey their lord’s commands, so it seemed he had been fulfilling that order all this while.

‘Was he sincere?’

It appeared his desire to follow me was no lie after all.

‘Am I really getting a master for free? No, that’s not it.’

Even if his intentions were genuine now, they could change in an instant.

People don’t change easily, so I wanted to verify his true perseverance.

“Mark Goeten.”
“Yes.”
“Your physical condition still appears inadequate.”
“I apologize. I have been training, but….”
“Do you see that mountain over there?”

I pointed toward the sheer Stone Mountain that stood to the West Side of Rokan City.

“Run up and down that mountain four times a day without channeling your aura. It will greatly aid in recovering your damaged body. If you cannot….”
“I will do it!”

Mark Goeten nodded and stripped off his upper garment, then immediately sprinted toward the direction of the mountain.

“M-Master!”

As I watched his retreating figure, Dorian approached, breathing heavily.

“You’re really abandoning me like this!”

Dorian furrowed his brow and lifted his head.

“I’m sorry.”

I offered Dorian a gentle smile.

“Do you want to escape from everyone?”
“Yes. I’m not used to this, and it feels a bit disappointing that you’ve come looking for me now….”

Dorian exhaled a short sigh.

“Then I have a good method for you.”
“A method?”
-No way!

Wrath lifted his head sharply.

-When he smiles like that, nothing good ever comes of it!

He warned me strongly, but naturally Dorian could not hear him.

“Want to try?”
“Yes, I will!”

I smiled and pointed toward Stone Mountain, where Mark Goeten had just run off to.

“Go there and you’ll find Mark Goeten. While keeping watch over him, do rock climbing four times a day.”

Bare-handed rock climbing strengthened not just the fingers and wrists essential for wielding a sword, but also the upper body, lower body, and sense of balance. It was excellent training even for Dorian, whose physique remained incomplete.

“Pardon? Did I mishear?”
“Climb the Mountain. Let’s go!”
“N-no, I won’t do it.”

Dorian shook his head frantically.

“I’d rather just meet people here….”
“Now that I think about it, didn’t you call me a moral degenerate? Then let’s do some concentration training….”
“I’ll go right now!”

He bolted toward Stone Mountain with his ears covered, fleeing at full speed.

I watched Mark Goeten ahead and Dorian chasing after him with a satisfied nod.

“A fine sight indeed.”
-Were you a loan shark in your past life?

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The next day.
I was guided by Butler Rigwin to Adis Sepia’s office. I had seen him a few times with Dorian, but being summoned alone was a first, and it made me somewhat nervous.

‘Why is he calling for me?’

The successor had been decided, and the transaction was complete. I couldn’t fathom why he would summon me now.

-The True Demon King knows.

Wrath’s lips curled into a long, mocking grin.

‘What is it?’
-What else? He made that cowardly brat his successor, and now that you’ve become his backbone, he won’t accept it as a parent, will he?

That fellow laughed wickedly, saying it was madness to assign a successor of a major trading company as a supervisor.

‘Hmm….’

Perhaps he had a point.

Adis Sepia cared for Dorian beneath his stern exterior, so it wasn’t entirely impossible. Since I knew little of how other families operated, I had no grounds to object.

-You deserve a proper scolding!

Wrath grinned with delight at the prospect of watching.

-This would be perfect with a strawberry pie to munch on while I watch.
‘In any case.’

I stuck my tongue out and kicked at the teasing Wrath before standing before Adis Sepia’s office. This time, Rigwin simply opened the door quietly without entering.

“Please, come in.”

I nodded to Rigwin and stepped inside. Unlike usual, Adis Sepia sat not at his desk, but before a table in the center of the room.

“You called for me?”
“Thank you for coming. Please, sit.”

His voice sounded sharper and colder than usual.

“As you likely know, I despise idle talk. May I proceed directly to the matter at hand?”

His gaze had grown keener as well. I began to wonder if Wrath’s words held truth.

“Yes.”

I took a measured breath and nodded.

-His tone is irritating. You’d better prepare yourself for a scolding.

Wrath swayed his fingers in a mocking dance, but what he anticipated did not come to pass.

“The Sepia Trading Company wishes to invest in Zigheart. Or rather, in Raon Zigheart.”

Adis Sepia regarded Raon with a grave expression.

-Huh?

Wrath bit his lip as he observed the clarity in Adis’s eyes.

-Was this guy also a pushover?

He thrashed about in the empty air, insisting it made no sense.

-He’s from one of the Five Major Trading Companies! Why is he willingly acting like a fool!

Is this some kind of family tradition?

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