The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 615

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Chapter 615

“What on earth did Raon do to make you smile like that?”

Sheryl looked up at Glen Zigheart with a faint smile playing at her lips.

“Indeed.”

Rimer nodded knowingly.

“Did Raon give you water or something? Your face is absolutely radiant.”

He chuckled as if he’d already guessed what had happened.

“Ahem!”

Glen Zigheart cleared his throat and forced his expression into composure. Yet his lips betrayed him, twitching upward against his will.

“It’s nothing special.”
“For something so unremarkable, I’ve never seen that expression on your face before.”

Roen approached the Platform with a hearty laugh.

“I’m telling you, it’s nothing.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head, his brow furrowing.

‘Did they really see through me?’

He’d thought he was hiding behind the report, but his joy at Raon’s accomplishments had been so overwhelming that he’d unconsciously lowered it.
Embarrassment flushed through him, but he suppressed it using his aura.

“Fine, fine. Just tell us what Raon did. We’re dying of curiosity here.”

Rimer tapped the report with his finger, gesturing toward it.

“Well, if you’re that curious, I suppose I have no choice.”

Glen nodded and was reaching for the report again when the doors to the Patriarch’s Hall burst open and Aris strode in.

“Father!”

She rushed toward the center of the hall, her voice rising with excitement.

“I heard a letter from Raon arrived!”
“How did you know about that…?”

Glen’s eyes narrowed in confusion.

“I planted an informant in the Bi-Yeon Society!”

Aris laughed, explaining that she’d acquired an intelligence source during her time at the Bi-Yeon Society.

“Ahem…”

Glen turned his gaze toward Chad, his eyes flashing with sharp intensity.

Hiccup!

Chad froze solid, his shoulders trembling. Overwhelmed by sudden tension, he began hiccupping involuntarily.

“Don’t pressure the head of the Bi-Yeon Society. Just read the letter already. That’s what you were going to do, right?”

Aris patted Chad’s head reassuringly and stepped forward.

“Sigh…”

Glen let out an inevitable sigh and turned his gaze to the Treasury report.

“This guy said he was going to training, but in reality….”

He told him everything Raon had done when he went to the Sran Tribe.

“What is wrong with that guy?”

Aris Zigheart let out a hollow laugh as she looked over the report.

“You stopped a war between the Sran Tribe and the Assassins all by yourself? How is that even possible?”
“That’s what happened.”

Roen blinked blankly, his eyes widening.

“Not a single casualty among the Sran Tribe? That’s nothing short of a miracle.”

He nodded vigorously, his expression radiating pride in Raon’s accomplishment.

“Even for someone accustomed to fire, that must have been extraordinarily difficult. You certainly have a talent for astonishing us.”

Sheryl smiled warmly, clearly delighted that Raon had saved so many lives.

“It’s not such a remarkable feat, but I did give it my best effort.”

Glen shook his head with a composed expression, though the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

“Oh! I should head out!”

Aris raised her hand and immediately stepped backward.

“What? Where are you going?”

Glen’s brow furrowed with concern.

“If Raon saved the entire Sran Tribe, the Beast Alliance Leader will definitely hold a festival! I have to attend!”

Aris prepared to dash out, insisting there was no time to waste.

“Please, just stay put for once!”

Glen stopped Aris and turned his attention back to the letter.

‘Now that I think about it…’

He reread the final line of the report.

[The Beast Alliance Leader won’t let me leave, so my return may be delayed. I’m sending this report ahead.]

Raon noted in the final line that he was currently held captive by Ogram, the Beast King, so he was sending this report first.

‘Drinking…?’

He had only shared drinks with Raon twice before, and imagining being captured by the Beast King and forced to drink sent a wave of heat surging through his head.

‘Should I kill him?’

Just as Glen was genuinely contemplating this, Rimer recognized the expression on his face and widened his eyes.

“No! Head of House, please restrain yourself!”

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In the Unnamed Forest beyond Beast Alliance territory.

Karun brought his trembling fist down upon the blackened earth.

Boom!

Where his fist struck, the ground erupted with massive fissures as if an earthquake had torn through it.

“Damn bastards!”

Still unsatisfied, Karun unleashed a barrage of punches, finally releasing the fury he had suppressed before Ogram.
After venting his anguish for some time, he only lowered his fists once black blood began trickling from his mouth.

But the forest was already devastated beyond recovery, transformed into a wasteland.

“Ugh….”

Karun wiped the black blood dripping from his lips and collapsed onto the ravaged earth.

‘The pain won’t subside.’

The pain in my abdomen from Ogram’s strike grew increasingly severe.
It was the Demon King’s technique—piercing through both aura and physical defense to drive the impact directly into the body.

‘There’s no helping it.’

Karun placed his hand on his abdomen, his brow furrowed. The moment a crystalline blue light emanated from his palm, the blood trickling from his lips began to shift back to its natural color.

“Haah.”

After regulating his breathing for some time, Karun rose to his feet. He straightened his posture, returning to his original dignified appearance, and snapped his fingers lightly.

“You called for me.”

Maxian, the First Secretary of the Central Intelligence Agency who had been concealing himself, stepped forward and bowed deeply.

“Who was the one giving orders to that woman?”
“Butler Berif.”
“It would be best to silence him.”

Karun nodded while gazing at the night sky.

“Berif would not speak regardless of what torture he endures.”

Since “silence him” meant to kill him and seal his lips, Maxian bowed as if asking Karun to trust in Berif’s loyalty.

“I said to silence him.”

Karun’s gaze turned chillingly cold, as if constricting one’s very breath.

“…I will handle it.”

Maxian’s shoulders trembled faintly as he bowed. He turned to leave but stopped.

“However, if Raon Zigheart has already sent word to the Family, this could become a serious problem.”
“No.”

Karun shook his head firmly.

“Even if a report was submitted, anything concerning me would have been omitted. Raon Zigheart doesn’t move without concrete evidence.”
“But the Head of House….”
“Father won’t act even if he knows the circumstances. There’s a high likelihood that Raon will conduct a direct search upon his return, so sever all connections with the nobles as soon as we’re back.”
“Understood.”

Maxian closed his lips and stepped back.

Karun ground his teeth as he stared into the darkness of the forest.

‘Raon Zigheart….’

Judging by Judith’s reaction, Raon likely knew that I had been behind her all along.
The fact that he still involved himself in this matter was no different from a declaration of war against me.

‘If he wishes to die, I’ll grant him that wish.’

Until now, I had never laid a direct hand on Raon.
In fact, I had never even made a significant indirect move against him. I had deemed him not worth the effort.

But Raon was the one who crossed the line first. If that’s the case, I must show him how foolish such an action was.

Crack.

Karun clenched his fist so tightly that it produced an audible sound.

‘I’ll make him regret today for the rest of his life.’

No—he won’t even have time to regret.

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Gulp.

Raon swallowed hard as he gazed at the wine jars accumulating before his eyes.

‘…Are you eating again?’

After drinking so much yesterday?

From last night through this afternoon, I had emptied ten alcohol jars, yet more kept arriving as if by delivery.
I was so dumbfounded I couldn’t close my mouth.

‘This is driving me mad.’

It wasn’t that I couldn’t drink, but seeing such quantities, I found myself sighing involuntarily.

‘Especially because of that cotton candy sitting next to me.’

I watched Wrath, perched on my shoulder and snoring softly.

This cotton candy creature, whenever he drank alcohol—

-Blech! This tastes absolutely vile! What do you humans see in this swill? Spit it out at once!

Then the moment he ate a side dish—

-Hehehehe! This is delicious! These savages actually know how to cook! Especially this roasted meat is exquisite!

Then when he drank alcohol again—

-You drunkard! Stop drinking already! Just eat the side dishes!

If he hated the alcohol so much, he could have retreated into the bracelet and slept, but instead he stayed beside me, chattering away until my ears burned.

-Ugh….

Even now, awake and licking his lips, it was clear he was thinking about last night’s side dishes.

“It’s a good day, isn’t it?”

Ogram flashed a broad smile at the Siran Tribe Chief.

“Indeed! Good days, good people, and good alcohol!”

The Siran Tribe Chief laughed heartily as well. It seemed his mood had lifted, perhaps because the Siran Tribe had suffered no casualties, only wounded.

“Brother!”

I was letting out a hollow chuckle at the surreal sight of twenty wine jars being filled when a familiar voice called out from my right.

“Hmm?”

Turning my gaze, I saw a young man whose frame was even larger than Ogram’s rushing toward me with wine jars in both hands.

“Garona?”

The young man carrying the wine jars was Garona of the Black Water Tribe, whom I had fought during the Six Emperors exhibition match. He had grown even larger than before. It seemed he wasn’t just becoming a true dragon—he was aiming to become a dragon itself.

“Long time no see, brother!”
“Why am I your brother?”
“Did we not clash our very souls in combat? Then we are brothers!”

Garona laughed as if I was asking something obvious.

“Hah…”

I let out a hollow laugh.

‘Nothing’s changed about him.’

Even when Garona had lost to me in the exhibition match, he immediately acknowledged the result and shouted my victory, asking to become my brother. It seemed that wasn’t a joke—it was genuine.

“What brings you here? I’m sure you had tasks to attend to.”

Ogram furrowed his brow as he looked at Garona.

“I heard that my brother saved the Sran Tribe! How could I sit idle? You said you were looking for wine, so I brought it all!”

Garona straightened his posture, his eyes gleaming with confidence.

“That was… well done! Come, join us and eat!”

I thought Ogram would scold me for coming without accomplishing anything, but instead he praised me and seated Garona beside him.
The people of the Beast Alliance seemed to live by reflex rather than instinct.

“Bring out the side dishes too!”

At Garona’s gesture, various ingredients descended from the backs of the beasts. The Beast Alliance’s cooks immediately prepared to cook, lighting fires in various spots.

-Ooh! From this day forth, you are the True Demon King’s brother!

Wrath nodded broadly while looking at Garona.

‘Becoming brothers is quite easy….’

I shook my head in disbelief. Whether taken as a subordinate or as a brother, it all came down to providing food. I wondered if there was another Demon Lord this simple.

“Since a good fellow has arrived, let’s start again!”

Ogram lifted a cup of alcohol. No, a pot filled with alcohol.

“Excellent! Brother! You take one too!”

Garona handed Ogram a drink in a larger pot than his own.

“A brother must have a big heart, so this much of a cup is fitting!”
“….”

I swallowed dryly as I looked at the alcohol sloshing in the cup like the sea.

‘Is there anyone who can save me?’

I turned my gaze hopefully.

Judith and Jubel were busy recounting recent events with their shoulders pressed together, while Listern was happily conversing among the Sran Tribe members.

“Ah, it was definitely dangerous! Dangerous, but! When I thought that I had to save people, I wasn’t scared at all, and I simply felt the preciousness of life….”

I couldn’t understand why this fellow who lived as an assassin talked so much.

“Sigh….”

I gave up and picked up the cup that Garona had given me.

-Appetizers first! Eat the appetizers first!

Wrath cackled while pointing at the food piling up in front of the alcohol.

“Drink up!”
“Keep drinking!”
-Today is a festival!
“….”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to Ogram and Garona’s roars and Wrath’s excited ramblings.

‘I miss home….’

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The drinking continued well past two days.

Ogram and Garona drank as if alcohol were water—no, as if it were air—yet showed no signs of intoxication. It was like watching monsters in a different sense entirely.

“Ugh….”

I set down my empty cup and felt my shoulders tremble.

‘This is getting difficult now.’

Thanks to the Ring of Fire, I wasn’t getting drunk, but simply drinking was beginning to drain the strength from my body.

-Hehe….

Wrath had already enjoyed the food to his heart’s content and was now sleeping soundly inside the Frost Flower Bracelet.

‘I want to stop too.’

I’d been sitting around drinking, and now I was itching to swing a sword. My hands were getting restless.

“Buuuurp.”

Ogram set down his cup and let out a belch so thunderous the ground trembled.

“Phew….”

Garona also seemed exhausted, leaning his back against the wall as he breathed heavily.

“Well then….”

Ogram rolled his shoulders and began to rise.

‘Is it finally over?’

I felt my lips curl upward naturally. Now that this drinking session was ending, a smile bloomed across my face.

Thud!

But Ogram returned from behind carrying an enormous wine jug—the largest one yet.

“Shall we start round two?”
“Hahahaha! Excellent!”

Garona approached with a grin, as if he’d never been tired at all.

“You’re in too, brother?”

He gestured for me to hurry over. I wanted to slap that gleaming forehead of his with my palm.

I trembled, my complexion turning ashen.

‘They’re going to drink more?’

These men were truly mad for alcohol. I had a feeling Dogyae and these two would get along perfectly.

‘Ugh….’

Raon rose with a groan. He no longer had the strength to remain at this drinking gathering.

“Alliance Leader.”
“Call me brother instead, won’t you!”

Ogram waved his hand dismissively at the formal title.

“If I may ask, I have a question.”
“Ask away!”

He gestured broadly, inviting me to speak freely.

“When you threw your third punch at the Central Intelligence Agency Leader, it seemed like you completely ignored his defense. Did I see that correctly?”

I posed the question about the most fascinating moment from everything that had transpired, hoping to shift the conversation’s direction.

“You saw that?”

Ogram raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s a martial art called Gyeok-hae, brother.”

Garona nodded, having already emptied his cup.

“Gyeok-hae?”
“Exactly as you said—it’s a technique that ignores the opponent’s defense and drives your own attack straight through. I’m learning it myself these days.”

He shook his head, noting it was an extraordinarily difficult martial art.

“You truly are a warrior.”

Ogram finished his cup entirely and rose to his feet.

“Both of you, follow me.”

He set down his cup for the first time and headed toward a small training courtyard beside the village.

Ogram turned back and tilted his chin upward with unmistakable confidence and composure—qualities that seemed unmatched even among the Six Emperors.

“Fundamentally, a warrior’s battle is about the exchange of offense and defense. Who delivers the stronger attack? Who executes the more perfect defense? That is what matters. However….”

Ogram clenched his fist. From the massive knuckles, a colorless aura flickered and blazed.

“If I can drive my power directly into my opponent, I can win any fight.”

He thrust his fist toward me. It was a punch so agonizingly slow it seemed a tortoise could outpace it, yet the mere sight of it sent a bone-chilling shiver racing down my spine.

Crack!

I extended my hand wrapped in aura to intercept Ogram’s fist. But his punch pierced through my defensive aura, unleashing a catastrophic impact against my palms.

Boom!

I lost control of my body and was hurled backward, crashing into the ground.

“Ugh….”

A searing pain erupted from both palms as if they were being torn apart. The impact had bypassed my aura entirely, striking not my flesh but my very soul. It was not my hands that reeled—it was my consciousness itself.

“This is how Absolute Force was created and has evolved.”

Ogram opened his clenched fist and flashed a refreshing smile.

“What do you think? Will you learn it?”

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