The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 848

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Chapter 848

“…A will?”

I stared at the paper in Sheryl’s hand, my eyes widening.

‘A will…’

Did my master know he was going to die?

I thought Rimer’s last words were ‘be happy,’ but I never knew he’d left a separate will.

The thought that he might have known of his own death made my heart race violently.

“How can someone who’s transcended lose control of their expression like this?”

Sheryl let out a soft laugh, her chin slightly raised.

“He didn’t give it to me before this mission. He prepared it long ago.”
“I see…”

I exhaled softly, gazing at the paper.

“And the yellowing of this paper isn’t because of me. That damned fool just carelessly wrote it and gave it to me.”

Sheryl brushed the yellowed paper with her hand, speaking as if questioning whether I knew Rimer’s personality.

“I understand.”

I nodded.

Someone like Sheryl would never carelessly keep Rimer’s will.
She would have preserved it carefully so not a speck of dust would touch it, which meant the paper had been yellowed from the beginning.

-That blockhead even leaves his will in a filthy state. He’s truly consistent.

Wrath let out a hollow laugh, saying he was truly tired of that man.

“Would you like to read it together?”

I asked Sheryl as I received Rimer’s will from her.

“No.”

Sheryl shook her head with the sharpness of a blade.

“Since he left his will to you, it’s probably nothing to do with me. That’s just how he is.”

She said she couldn’t ignore Rimer’s intentions and turned away.

“…Understood.”

I nodded and unfolded the paper Rimer had left behind.

Thump.

A small note folded into a square fell from the letter. I picked it up and held it in my hand, examining its contents.

When I saw Rimer’s characteristically light handwriting, my heart felt as though it were being squeezed tight.

[If this letter reaches you, it means I’m dead, doesn’t it? I don’t know how I died, but don’t grieve for long. For elves, death isn’t such a sorrowful thing. We return to the world’s mana and the embrace of nature. Someday we’ll meet again. Humans have a similar saying, don’t they?]

He had written about the cycle of life and death even in this will he’d prepared in advance.
It seemed he had no great regrets about his own death, at least.

[So this is a will. Actually, I have nothing to say as a final testament… nothing! There are a few things I could mention, but I won’t.]

Rimer was pouting in his will about not leaving any final words. I could picture his playful expression as he wrote this letter.

[The reason I won’t leave a testament is simple. I don’t want to burden you kids. My wishes, I’ll take with me. Just smile and live happily.]

He had even drawn a picture that seemed to embody smiling eyes, telling us not to grieve too much even after his death, but to smile.

[So you’re probably wondering why I gave this will to Sheryl instead. It’s because I have a favor to ask.]

I exhaled softly as I read the words “favor.”

[Go to my personal vault at Bares Bank, withdraw some money, and buy candy and toys. Take them to the address below. You’ll figure out what to do when you get there.]

Rimer left behind the vault number, the password to open it, and his request.

“….”

I memorized the vault password and bit my lip hard.

[P.S. 1. If my body is still intact, don’t bury it. Cremate it and scatter the ashes with your winds. I want to watch over the Gwangpung Corps from everywhere.]

Glen had wanted to bury Rimer in Zigheart’s cemetery, but since that was what he wished for, cremation would be necessary.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled shortly and lowered my gaze to the second postscript.

[P.S. 2. Give the note that was in the letter to Sheryl. And visit her sometimes to keep her company. She’s weaker than she appears.]

Rimer ended his will by asking me to look after Sheryl. It felt more like a letter than a will.

-That’s truly a will befitting him….

Wrath spoke of how it was light yet carried deep consideration, and lowered his gaze to the ground.

“Heavenly Sword Master.”

I extended the note I held in my hand to Sheryl.

“This is a letter he left for you.”
“For me….”

Sheryl chewed her lip for a moment before making a decision, then took the letter with trembling hands.

“Ugh….”

The moment she saw the first sentence of the note, she bit her lip. She seemed to be holding back her emotions, but tears fell nonetheless.

“What does it say?”
“…It’s a secret.”

Sheryl said she didn’t want to reveal it, then carefully tucked the note into her embrace.

“I see.”

I nodded in understanding. Just as Sheryl had said, there were memories and stories that she alone wished to keep, so I respected her silence.

-But… I’m curious.

Wrath expressed his curiosity, stretching his neck long to try and read Sheryl’s note.

‘Don’t.’

I sighed and grabbed Wrath’s tail, pulling him down.

“Raon. You’re carrying on his will, so always….”

Sheryl gazed at me, biting her lip.

‘She’s telling me not to give up.’

I braced myself, expecting words about not backing down or falling.

But Sheryl’s words took a different turn.

“Keep your composure and smile as you go. If you remain so serious about everything, you won’t be able to unleash your full strength.”

Unlike Rimer, she wasn’t foolish—she offered a faint smile, urging me to hold onto composure and laughter.

“…Yes. I will.”

I understood why Sheryl was telling me to smile, so I nodded calmly.

“One more thing.”

Sheryl turned back just as she was about to leave.

“You will take revenge… won’t you?”
“I must.”

I nodded. Now I could never share the same sky with Derus Robert again.
Even if I died, even if my soul was annihilated, I would stop Derus Robert’s plan and sever his head from his body.

“I’ll be with you then.”

Sheryl said she would accompany me no matter what, then departed.

“…”

I gazed at the fading dawn and carefully folded Rimer’s will into my possession.

*

*

*

As soon as morning arrived, I took Dorian with me to the Bares Bank that Rimer had mentioned.

“Why are we going to that bank?”

Dorian blinked, saying that all the money was with him.

“My master left me a request.”

I spoke of what had happened yesterday and pointed to the bank in front of us.

“B-but should someone like me really go to something like that? I’m…”

Dorian stepped backward, saying he had no right to be there.

“That’s exactly why you’re coming.”

I grasped Dorian’s wrist and shook my head.

Rimer’s death weighed heavily on the entire Gwangpung Corps, but Dorian was suffering the most.

Despite hearing advice from both Glen Zigheart and myself, his sorrow had not yet lifted.

“Let’s go in.”

I dragged Dorian along and entered the bank.

“Raon! It’s an honor to see you!”

The guard standing at the entrance widened his eyes in surprise and asked what business I had.

“I’ve come to access a personal safe deposit box.”
“May I have the box number, please?”
“It’s 4478-3.”

I stated the safe deposit box number that had been written in Rimer’s will.

“Box 4, then.”

The guard said this wasn’t something he could handle here and led both Dorian and me to a room deep within the bank.

“Bank Manager, this customer is here to access safe deposit box 4478-3.”

With those words, he closed the manager’s office door and stepped outside.

“I’ve heard the circumstances.”

A large, middle-aged man who was the bank manager rose from his chair.

“I’m at a loss for words in the face of such unexpected sad news.”

He too seemed to have shared a connection with Rimer, bowing his head with sorrowful eyes.

“What was your relationship with my master…?”

I bowed my head in return to the bank manager.

“Let’s proceed.”

The bank manager spoke as we walked, extending his hand toward the gray safe deposit box visible behind him.

Whirrrrrr!

As his hand touched the safe, its door swung open, revealing a dimensional passage leading to a separate space.

Countless doors lined both sides of an endless corridor, each bearing a number that began with 4.

It appeared this dimension housed all the safes numbered with 4.

“The safes beginning with 4 are not tied to individuals, but rather to numbers and passwords. Anyone who knows the number and password can open them, regardless of who originally unlocked the safe.”

The bank manager chuckled softly as he explained the various uses of the 4-series safes.

“Then would you please provide the password for safe 4478-3?”

I stood before the door marked 4478 and nodded.

“Hmm….”

I didn’t speak immediately, only moving my lips silently.

“….”

The bank manager, as if understanding what I was feeling, remained silent and waited patiently.

“Young Master?”

Dorian blinked at me, clearly confused about what was happening.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a long, heavy sigh that seemed to shake the very ground, then lifted my head.

“5th Training Ground.”

With my eyes fixed forward, I spoke the password written in Rimer’s letter.

“Ah….”

Dorian’s lips trembled as he finally seemed to realize why Raon hadn’t spoken.

“I first met Rimer on my first day working at this bank. Fortunately, I was assigned as his account manager.”

The bank manager shook his head as he entered the password into the vault.

“True to the Red-haired Elf’s nature—lacking material desires—she initially only deposited money and showed no interest whatsoever. She never changed the password, keeping it exactly as it was. From the bank’s perspective, she was the ideal customer.”

He drew a thin smile, as if recalling old memories.

“However, things changed after Rimer’s subordinates fell in the war. She disappeared, then suddenly reappeared and stared at the vault’s contents for a long time before leaving. Days later, she withdrew one hundred gold coins for the first time, and afterward, she frequently took money away.”

The bank manager spoke of the drastic change and released a short sigh.

“During that period, she changed the vault’s password so frequently that it made my head spin. Sometimes it was someone’s name, sometimes a date, and sometimes words I couldn’t even decipher.”

He bit his lip, noting that even from an outside perspective, Rimer’s emotions and mental state appeared unstable.

“However, things changed after she took on the role of instructor at the 5th Training Ground. The melancholy that had clouded her eyes disappeared, and she filled herself anew with composure and vitality. The password she set then—the 5th Training Ground—has remained unchanged ever since.”

The bank manager spoke of a smile that would brighten anyone’s mood and grasped the vault’s handle.

“Passwords and codes are typically set using numbers and letters that one cannot forget and wishes to remember. For Rimer, the 5th Training Ground must hold such significance.”

The bank manager murmured that it must be a value more precious than anything else and opened the vault door for us.

Kuuuung!

The magically treated iron door swung open, revealing a vault brimming with gold coins, silver coins, and jewels.
It was impossible to believe this was the vault of Rimer, who usually complained about having no money.

“This is the Deputy Master’s…?”

Dorian, who had been shedding tears upon hearing the password “5th Training Ground,” stood with his mouth agape.

“….”

I gazed into the vault for a moment, then took ten gold coins and stepped outside.

“It’s similar to what she took away.”

The bank manager chuckled as if he had expected as much and closed the vault door.

“Then I’ll be waiting for you to visit next time.”

He erased the dimensional passage leading to the vault and bowed his head.

“Thank you for everything.”

I exchanged farewells with the bank manager and left the establishment.

“What are you planning to do with that money?”
“He told me to buy toys and candy.”
“Huh? I have all of those already….”
“Let’s just do as instructed for now.”

I took Dorian, who was anxious about wanting to use his own pocket money, and purchased toys, candy, and ice cream before heading to the address Rimer had provided.

It was the outskirts of a medium-sized town beyond the Zigheart Castle Walls, and within a low stone wall stood a building with an impressive red roof.

‘An orphanage?’

My eyes widened as I read the name “Slian Orphanage” on the nameplate.

I had wondered if Rimer had children of his own, but the place he had sent me to was an orphanage that protected children who had lost their parents or been abandoned.

“Huh?”
“Is the red-haired brother here?”
“No! It’s a stranger with blonde hair!”
“Kyaaaah!”

Several five or six-year-old children who had been peering over the stone wall shrieked with delight and scurried into the building.

“W-what’s going on?”
“…I have no idea either.”

As I blinked in confusion, a middle-aged man with a sorrowful expression emerged from the orphanage building.

“You lot! I told you not to be rude to our guests!”

He gently tapped the backs of the children hiding behind him.

“I didn’t say anything!”
“I only mentioned blonde hair….”
“I was just waiting for the red-haired brother!”

The children shook their heads, insisting they hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Anyway.”

The Ogre Warrior sighed and approached Raon.

“I knew you would come, Raon.”

He bowed his head heavily upon seeing Raon’s eyes, hair, and the toys and sweets he held in his hands.

“Could it be….”
“Yes. This is the Slian Orphanage that Rimer regularly sponsors.”

The Ogre Warrior introduced himself as the director of this orphanage and bowed.

“The, the Deputy Master sponsored an orphanage? Oh, now that you mention it! There was talk of that before!”

Dorian clapped his hands, remembering now.

“He disappeared after that, so I thought it was just a rumor….”
“It was not a rumor. Gwangpung Corps. Or rather, he has been sponsoring us long before you all became swordsmen. He did so by passing the torch.”

The Orphanage Director laughed, calling him a remarkable person.

“What do you mean by passing the torch?”
“When I was growing up in this orphanage, a Zigheart swordsman named Slan would visit every week to play with us and provide support. After Slan passed away in the war, Rimer came and took his place, playing with the children and providing various forms of assistance.”

He smiled wistfully, saying that the reason the orphanage could be maintained so well was because of Rimer.

“Then the name Slian Orphanage….”
“Rimer named it.”

The Orphanage Director nodded, saying it was something everyone had agreed upon.

“I see.”

I bit my lip and turned my gaze away, only to meet the eyes of the children watching me.

“The children don’t know?”
“Rimer never told them his name, and they only called him the red-haired brother. It seems he didn’t want to give them a reason to grieve upon learning his name.”

The Orphanage Director chuckled softly, saying he had been the same way as a child.

“Of course, the older children who know the circumstances are hiding in corners crying, trying not to show it to the younger ones. And I myself….”

He shook his head, saying he still couldn’t believe it.

“….”

I raised my hand to cover my eyes.

‘I never knew he was doing something like this….’

I hadn’t known that Rimer had such funds in his vault, nor that he was sponsoring the orphanage. It seemed people truly had many different facets to them.

“May I give the children some gifts?”
“Of course.”

The Orphanage Director welcomed the idea and opened the way for me.

I approached the children carefully and opened the lid of the box of marble ice cream I had brought.

“Would you like to share some with me?”
“Um….”

The children were wary of someone they’d never seen before, yet they swallowed eagerly as they gazed at the ice cream.

“It’s fine.”

When the Orphanage Director smiled gently and nodded, the children came outside and each took an ice cream.

“Thank you for the treat!”
“We appreciate it!”

The children giggled as they took bites of their ice cream.

“What flavor is this ice cream?”
“What’s your name, mister?”

Having received ice cream from me, the children’s wariness seemed to dissolve as they began chattering away.

“That’s mint chocolate. I’m Ra… no, just call me the blond-haired mister.”

I withheld my true name and instead offered the same designation Rimer used—the blond-haired mister.

“Huh? Are you the red-haired mister’s friend?”
“When is the red-haired mister coming?”

The children seemed to be waiting for Rimer, asking me when he would arrive as they drew closer.

“He’s away for a while.”

I smiled, gently stroking the children’s heads.

“He’s on a journey.”

Perhaps Rimer’s journey would return to these children’s hearts when they grew into adults.

The more I came to understand Rimer, the more the sorrow that had frozen in my heart seemed to thaw.

“Mm…”

Dorian’s heart also seemed to find peace as he pressed his lips together, holding back his tears.

Perhaps he had left his final words with me for this very reason.

I felt the clear wind flowing past and envisioned Rimer’s characteristic leisurely smile.

*

*

*

The training courtyard before the wizard dungeon where Raon had cut down Seif with the Transcendent Sword.

Tap.

Sharp footsteps echoed across the fractured and shattered ground.

The Black Robed Man, cloaked in darkness, picked up a blood-soaked feather and bit his crimson lips.

“This is the place.”

Derus Robert. At his voice, heavy with seething rage, the Shadow Assassins trembled violently as if coughing up blood.

“Turn over every stone—uncover everything that happened here, even if you have to overturn souls themselves.”

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————