The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 871

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Chapter 871

“Ha….”

I let out a hollow laugh as I gazed upon the floor of the Lair, completely covered in a layer of gold ingots.

‘So that’s why it felt like there was no empty space.’

With the ground entirely filled with gold ingots, it was only natural that I couldn’t detect any hidden treasures through my aura sensing.

‘Creating a floor of gold ingots and sleeping on it… this is absurd.’

Dragons were on an entirely different scale than humans.

I had accumulated wealth that would be more than enough to last a lifetime, yet before this golden floor that Matirus had laid out, my fortune seemed insignificant. I was nothing but a firefly beneath the moonlight.

“Insane….”

Martha gasped as she beheld the gold ingots.

“This entire floor is made of gold? Just how much did he pile up here!”

She furrowed her brow, saying she never could have imagined such a thing.

“I never thought I’d actually see the legendary mountain of gold ingots. The amount is beyond calculation….”

Burren grasped a gold ingot the size of his forearm and exhaled sharply. Even he, who usually regarded wealth as mere stone, seemed astonished.

“How many ice creams would this buy?”

Lunan showed no interest in the gold ingots themselves, his thoughts fixed solely on ice cream. Having gone without it for several days, he clearly missed it greatly.

“Ah, not just a few ice creams—you could buy every Ice Cream Shop on the entire Continent and still have money left over!”

Crain’s jaw trembled as he spoke of an amount beyond imagination.

-It’s a bit strange for the True Demon King to say this, but….

Wrath shook his head as he watched Lunan smack his lips.

-Isn’t the Ice Cream Shop girl a bit strange?
‘….’

I found it amusing that he was only now noticing this, so I let out a quiet chuckle.

“Ehehehehehe!”

Dorian burst into a grotesque laugh as he gazed upon the floor of gold ingots he had discovered.

“Supplies! A supply of money! We can fill anything with this!”

With his eyes half-rolled back, he began juggling three gold ingots.

“Why, why is everyone insane!”

Crain muttered that there was no sanity left in the Gwangpung Corps as he pressed himself flat against the wall.

“Well then….”

I hefted a gold ingot larger than my own head like a club and approached Bobor, the goblin guardian of Matirus.

“Now, how about you explain yourself?”

I smiled ominously, suggesting that if he spoke carelessly, this gold ingot wouldn’t stay still.

“I, I….”

Bobor’s eyes darted left and right before he simply dropped to his knees.

“I apologize!”

He immediately admitted his fault and bowed his head. Had he not been quick-witted enough to refuse, I would have cracked his skull open.

“How far do these gold ingots extend?”
“T-they’re scattered across this entire space where Matirus sleeps, sir.”

Bobor spilled out the answer immediately, already trembling with fear.

“This entire space….”

I whistled while examining the unbroken floor.
If Bobor’s words were true, gold ingots were also scattered at the entrance. The harvest exceeded my imagination, and a smile naturally spread across my face.

“Anything else?”

I tossed a gold ingot into the air and caught it, nodding slightly.

“Uh….”

Bobor swallowed hard, meeting my gaze.

‘Could I be deceiving him?’

Naturally, this Lair wasn’t filled with only gold ingots.
Jewels and treasures were hidden here as well, but I had no desire to hand them over to the human who killed Matirus.

“I, I….”

Bobor was just beginning to put on the most pitiful expression, wringing his hands.

“I smell something! These gold ingots aren’t everything!”

The green-haired human flared his nostrils and began sniffing around the space.

‘That, that monster!’

This plump green-haired human was a monster who discovered the gold ingots buried in the floor that even this terrifying blonde human couldn’t find.
Seeing his twisted eyes, my heart began pounding as if it would be torn from my chest.

“It’s not the floor….”

The green-haired human stopped digging at the ground and began sniffing like a dog, pressing himself against the wall.
His nostrils drew closer to Matirus’s secret chamber.

“It’s definitely this way….”
“Ugh!”

As Dorian’s eyes gleamed as if they were ablaze, a chilling shudder ran down Bobor’s spine.

“T-That place!”

Bobor moved his short legs frantically, pointing to Matirus’s warehouse before Dorian could.

“This is that lizard’s warehouse!”

A goblin’s instinct for survival was faster than anyone else’s.

“Young Master! Is this the right place?”

Dorian nodded vigorously while staring at the wall Bobor had indicated. He even changed the way he addressed and spoke to me, his lips curling into a long, unsettling smile.

-W-Wallet, even today you’re terrifying? Your eyes have gone mad!

Wrath trembled, experiencing fear of Dorian for the first time.

‘I feel the same way….’

I swallowed dryly and closed my eyes before opening them again.

“The word ‘lizard’ just saved your life.”
“Y-Yes, sir!”

I looked past Bobor at the wall he had indicated.

‘This side is packed too.’

Behind the wall that was supposedly a warehouse, the space was completely filled, so there was nothing particularly strange about it.

“How did you find this place?”

I gestured at Dorian in disbelief.

“I smell it. The smell of supplies!”

Dorian muttered something incomprehensible about smelling supplies.
It seemed that the Insight had awakened an unusual sense in him.

“Hmm….”

I shook my head and raised my fist, bringing it down against the wall.

Kuwaaaaaaaah!

My physical abilities had grown to excessive levels, so even without applying much force, the Lair’s wall crumbled entirely.

Crumble, crumble, crumble!

Behind the cascading debris, a torrent of iridescent jewels poured forth. As the gems tumbled onto the gold bars, they radiated an even more brilliant light.

“The… the entire wall was filled with jewels?”
“Unbelievable. What a greedy Dragon it was.”

Martha and Burren let out hollow laughs, neither having anticipated this extent of wealth.

“There are swords and weapons too?”

Lunan showed no interest in the jewels and gold bars, but his eyes gleamed as he spotted the weapons scattered throughout.

“For all its posturing, it was nothing more than a greedy lizard.”

Crain kicked at the gold bars while muttering how despicable it all was.

“Oh! Is this the Balax that was said to have vanished? And this emerald is no ordinary emerald! It’s a Dwarf’s masterpiece!”

Dorian launched into an unprompted explanation of the jewels, breathing heavily.

“At this level….”

I narrowed my eyes as I gazed upon the gold bars covering the floor and the cascade of jewels pouring over them.

‘I won’t need to worry about war supplies.’

The master craftsmen of the Continent and the Dwarves possessed such pride that they didn’t move for mere money, but with this much wealth, I could likely purchase even their pride.

‘I might even be able to equip not just the Gwangpung Corps, but all of Zigheart’s swordsmen with Dragon bone blades.’

With the corpses of three Dragons and the funds in this Lair, it seemed entirely feasible.

“M-Master….”

Dorian stared at Raon while drooling profusely. He looked exactly like an addict suffering from withdrawal.

“…Gather it.”
“Yes, sir!”

At Raon’s gesture, Dorian began frantically stuffing gold ingots and jewels into his pockets with eyes gleaming with ecstasy.

“Ehehehehehe!”

With that bizarre laughter pouring from his lips as he shoved jewels into his pockets, Dorian was the very picture of madness.

“Should we really just… leave him like that?”
“He’s definitely lost his mind….”
“This is creepy!”

Even Martha retreated at the sight of Dorian’s derangement.

“Well then….”

Raon approached Bobor again and smiled gently.

“Where are the other warehouses?”
“Th-There aren’t any. This is truly all of it!”

Bobor cried out with certainty and immediately dropped to his knees.

“Really?”

Raon twirled his finger as if about to call for Dorian.

“I-I’m telling the truth! You don’t need to call him!”

Bobor’s pupils trembled, more terrified of Dorian than of himself.

“Hmm….”

Raon observed the glint in Bobor’s eyes and smacked his lips. His reaction was different from before. It truly seemed like that wall was the end.

‘It would be strange if there was anything more beyond this point anyway.’

Even for a Dragon, it wasn’t easy to accumulate treasures beyond this amount. The goblin’s words appeared to be true.

“Then let me ask about something else.”

Raon nodded while maintaining eye contact with Bobor.

“Yes? What….”
“You know those Dragons who attacked Sepia alongside Matirus this time, right?”
“Ah, yes. It’s Zera Paret and Caberabun.”

Bobor revealed the names of the Black Dragon and Red Dragon as if he’d been waiting for this question.
Just as I’d expected, they seemed to be connected to Matirus.

“Is it true that Guardians travel between Dragons who are close to each other?”
“Yes, that’s correct. They send or exchange treasures that are no longer needed, and such.”

He blinked as if wondering how I knew that.

“Then you must know where those two’s Lairs are located?”

Raon tilted his chin slightly.

“Of course I do… Ah!”

Bobor’s jaw trembled as he finally grasped Raon’s intention.

‘Is he trying to take more from here?

This human is even greedier than a Dragon!

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Raon obtained the locations of the two Dragon Lairs from Bobor before returning to Sepia.

“Did you find anything worthwhile?”

Sterin smiled thinly, as if asking whether I’d brought back something good.

“Yes. I gathered far more than I expected.”

I mentioned the effort it took to collect everything and pulled out a spatial pouch.

“So I wanted to share some with Sepia as well….”
“No need.”

Sterin shook his head firmly.

“We don’t understand the value of gold and jewels. It would be better for you to take them and use them yourselves.”

He shrugged, saying that even if he took them, they’d only be wasted.

“I suppose that’s true.”

I smiled faintly and nodded.

“Then I’ll send you weapons and armor crafted from Dragon bones and scales. That should be acceptable, yes?”
“Yes. I’d appreciate that.”

Sterin nodded, saying he’d gratefully accept such a gift.

“Ah, I’ve already sent a letter to that dwarf, so word will reach Zigheart. He’s so focused on his work that it might take a while, though.”

He clicked his tongue, mentioning that Borgos rarely reads his letters anyway.

“Yes. Thank you. And….”

I pulled out a sphere radiating seven-colored brilliance from the spatial pouch. It was the Dragon Heart I’d obtained this time.

“Why are you….”

Sterin’s eyes widened in surprise at why I was taking out a Dragon Heart.

“I would like to give it to you, Guardian.”

Without the slightest hesitation, I extended the Dragon Heart to Sterin.

“Hmm, I cannot accept it. You captured it all yourself.”

Sterin bit his lip, saying the gift was far too heavy for him to receive.

“If you hadn’t weakened Matirus’s stamina, we could never have won. Furthermore….”

I looked at Sterin and offered a gentle smile.

“You said you wanted to protect Sepia a little longer. The mana contained in this Dragon Heart is no different from the natural essence, so it will become great strength for you.”

If Sterin obtained the Dragon Heart, it would slow the rate at which his power drained away, even if only slightly.
Since he said he wanted to remain in this world a little longer, I wanted to help him.

“Hmm….”

Sterin let out a low murmur as he gazed at the Dragon Heart, seemingly troubled.

“One more thing.”

I raised a finger.

“I would like to solidify the alliance between Zigheart and Sepia. Please help us in our war.”

I spoke my request and bowed respectfully.

“Raon….”

Sterin’s seasoned eyes trembled as he looked at me bowing so respectfully.

‘Not “let us fight together,” but “please help us”….’

This child truly is different.

With Matirus dead in Sepia, the Elves as a race were now drawn into the conflict across the entire Continent.

I had initially wanted to ask him to fight alongside me, but Raon didn’t ask me to fight together or to help—he simply made the request with consideration for my position.
Hearing such thoughtful words even in this dire situation, warmth settled gently in my chest.

“Very well….”

After steeling my resolve, I accepted the Dragon Heart that Raon held out to me.

“Let us fight together. I will survive to the end and protect both Sepia and you.”

I nodded solemnly, determined to complete what my grandson could not.

“Thank you.”

Raon smiled gently and touched the Soul Reaper Sword hanging at his waist.

-Are you really giving the Dragon Heart to that old fool? That precious thing?
‘It’s not just an emotional decision. It will strengthen us as well.’

Sterin is among the strongest of the Transcendents.
Since he ranks above even the leaders of the Neutral Factions, his remaining in this world will greatly help maintain the balance of power.

“And I will return this sword to you.”

I knelt on one knee and offered Rimer’s sword to Sterin.

“No, you should keep it.”

Sterin shook his head calmly.

“Pardon?”
“That sword looks better in your hands. An alliance needs proof, and that will serve as ours.”

He laughed, saying the alliance would end the moment Rimer’s sword returned to Sepia.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to pass it down through generations.”

I smiled and sheathed the sword at my waist once more.

“Through generations? So you’re only now thinking of standing with me?”

A hamster beneath the tree suddenly raised its paw high into the air.

-Kyaaaaaaah!

Wrath yelped in fright and retreated into the bracelet.

“M-Merlin….”

I pressed down on my wildly racing heart and exhaled roughly.

“I wondered where she’d disappeared to, but now she just pops out of nowhere….”

I’d told her to give some warning before appearing, but she never listens.

“Yep. I had something to do!”
“Something to do?”
“I’m investigating right now, so I’ll tell you later.”

Merlin shook her head, saying she’d explain later.

“Then why did you come out?”
“Our future together is unfolding, so of course I had to come out… Oh, sorry! I’m going!”

Merlin laughed brightly while suggesting Sterin as the officiant, then left the hamster’s body.

“S-She’s quite an unusual child.”

Sterin let out an awkward laugh, clearly struggling to adapt.

“I agree.”

I nodded in agreement, then shook my head.

“The handsome Raon bestowed a Dragon Heart upon the Elf’s guardian and made him his subordinate….”

The moment the tension eased, Siyan’s voice drifted from behind.
Hearing her spout nonsense about making her own grandfather his subordinate made my heart race even more than seeing Merlin.

“Is… is it okay to just leave that as is?”
“I… I can’t control it anymore either…”

Sterin shook his head, saying that dealing with his granddaughter was becoming increasingly difficult.

“Let’s leave that child alone and organize this side instead. We’ve already divided up the Dragon corpses as you said, but how are you planning to take them?”

Sterin furrowed his brow, noting that moving the Dragons would be difficult since they were so massive.

“We’ll need dozens of Mages.”
“I’m not entirely sure myself yet…”

I tilted my head and called out to Dorian.

“Can you really do it?”
“Of course!”

Dorian nodded and approached the Dragon corpse positioned behind Sterin.
Before long, the bones, teeth, and scales of all three Dragons had completely vanished into his spatial pouch.

“It… it all really fit. Where exactly does that pouch end?”
-That’s not a pouch, that’s just a warehouse! An infinite warehouse at that!
“Phew…”
“Excellent. My pouch feels wonderfully full!”

Amid the astonishment of the three Transcendents, Dorian patted his pouch with a blissful smile.

Naturally, this incident was recorded in the Chronicles of Raon Zigheart.

“Raon Zigheart commands the god of supplies…”

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I and the Gwangpung Corps departed Sepia and immediately returned to Zigheart.
With so many items to manage and reports to submit, there was no time to spare.

“You’ve arrived.”

Iliun, the Chief Steward, gave a slight nod.

“They say you captured three Dragons. Is that true?”
“Yes. It just happened that way.”

Raon smiled and nodded.

“Every time you venture out, you return having broken records, leaving no one able to follow in your footsteps.”

Iliun muttered that he was tired of it and let out a hollow laugh.

“Go on inside. The Head of House is waiting for you.”

He opened the gates of the Outer Castle, directing Raon toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Thank you.”

Raon offered a respectful bow to Iliun and the swordsmen of the Outer Castle before stepping onto the Main Street leading to the Main Mansion.

“How is it possible to capture three Dragons at once?”
“And two of them were ancient Dragons, I heard?”
“How long has it been since he reached Transcendence, and he’s already at that level?”
“He’s always done impossible things, but this is truly remarkable. It’s hard to believe.”

The swordsmen standing along the Main Street spoke ceaselessly, their voices filled with astonishment at such an extraordinary achievement.

“In the past, there were many curses, but now I don’t hear any at all.”

Crain laughed, seeming satisfied with the hopeful gazes of the swordsmen.

“Of course there aren’t. Who would dare defy a Transcendent?”

Martha snorted, as if it were obvious.

“There’s no need to concern yourself with others’ gazes and words. The Gwangpung Corps was, is, and will always be the Gwangpung Corps.”

Raon told the delighted Gwangpung Corps to take pride in themselves before entering the Patriarch’s Hall.
Whether word had been sent ahead, the doors of the Audience Chamber stood wide open, and the executives stood before a white pillar.

“Hah.”

I took a measured breath and stepped onto the crimson carpet, entering the Audience Chamber.
After confirming that the entire Gwangpung Corps had followed me inside, I knelt and bowed my head toward the Jade Throne where Glen Zigheart sat.

“I greet the Head of House.”
“I greet the Head of House!”
“Rise.”

When I finished the greeting together with the Gwangpung Corps, Glen’s voice came from the platform above.
It was a voice that trembled faintly, as if he were nervous.

“Ah, yes….”

Thinking it strange, I lifted my head and saw Glen Zigheart, whom I hadn’t seen in such a long time, with the corners of his mouth quivering slightly.

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