The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 875

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Chapter 875

“Help me….”

I narrowed my brow as I reread the only sentence written on the letter.

‘Is he serious?’

While I hadn’t built a deep connection with Borgos, I knew he wasn’t the type of person to play such pranks.

The fact that he’d sent such a letter to someone he wasn’t particularly close with suggested he was facing a truly grave crisis.

“Hmm….”

Chad, the master of the Bi-Yeon Society, glanced at the letter from the corner of his eye and let out a sharp breath.

“Judging by the fact that only the words ‘help me’ are written, this doesn’t appear to be a jest.”

He nodded heavily, sharing my thoughts.

“Do you have any information regarding the Grey Hammer Guild?”
“The Grey Hammer—that’s the craftsmen’s guild led by Borgos, who sent this letter.”

Chad lowered his gaze apologetically.

“I apologize. The Bi-Yeon Society is currently focused on gathering intelligence about the Five Emperors Five Demons war unfolding across the Continent, so we don’t possess information on the Grey Hammer Guild….”

He bowed his head, regretful that he couldn’t be of assistance.

“There’s no need to apologize.”

I shook my head calmly.

‘It’s only natural they wouldn’t know.’

The Bi-Yeon Society currently lacks even twenty-four hours in a day to monitor the Zigheart Territory alone.
It was only natural they had no information on the Grey Hammer Guild, which had no connection to them whatsoever.

‘Perhaps the lack of information is actually a blessing.’

If this matter had no connection to Oma, then the absence of intelligence was actually good news.

‘Then I’ll need to ask the Black Market?’

I furrowed my brow as I examined Borgos’s rough handwriting once more.

‘No, there won’t be time for that.’

The fact that he’d sent such a letter without further explanation meant the situation was urgent. It would be best to stop by a place where I could gather information on my way to the Grey Hammer Guild.

“You’re planning to go, I see.”

Chad’s eyes gleamed softly as he discerned my thoughts.

“Yes. I owe them a debt, and I need the dwarves’ assistance.”

I nodded in acknowledgment.

‘Processing dragon bone and scales requires craftsmen beyond what Zigheart can offer.’

Artisans capable of forging weapons from dragon bone, teeth, and scales were exceedingly rare.

Borgos and the dwarves of the Grey Hammer Guild would be invaluable, and I genuinely wanted to repay them.

“Then I shall gather information and send it to you.”

Chad immediately agreed and bowed his head.

“Thank you.”

I returned his bow respectfully.

“No, no! Not at all! Between us!”

Chad waved his hand dismissively and hurried toward the Secret Meeting Hall.

“Between us…”

Raon gazed at Chad with serene eyes before turning his gaze toward the Annex Building.

‘But…’

How could I explain that I’m leaving less than a day after returning?

Sylvia and Edgar would understand, but I was worried about how Sia, who still possessed a young spirit, would react.

“Sigh…”

I walked toward the Annex Building with weary steps, exhaling a long sigh.

-With the True Demon King’s brilliant mind, I predict…

Wrath licked his lips with anticipation.

-You might get beaten?
‘I’d like to call that nonsense…’

I swallowed hard as I watched Sia waving her hand in front of the Annex Building.

‘It might actually happen?’

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“I realize I still don’t truly understand Raon.”

Glen shook his head while alternating his gaze between Sheryl and Roen.

“I thought he was merely Zigheart’s greatest talent, but he’s far more than that. The finest on the Continent. No, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he’s the finest in all of history.”

He revealed his flushed cheeks as he spoke of how he’d been astounded more than once while teaching Raon today.

“Teach him one thing and he grasps ten. Explain five concepts and he masters them all. Even though he’s my grandson, it felt like watching a monster.”

Glen gripped the armrest of the Jade Throne as he spoke of how my martial talent continued to flourish.

“He’s in a different league. That expression suits him perfectly. I’m even more eager to see what he’ll prove in the future than what he’s already demonstrated.”

Glen leaned back against the Jade Throne, his expression openly captivated by his grandson.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen offered Glen a round of applause.

“I too find Young Master Raon’s progress remarkable. Most martial artists focus on maximizing their strengths, but Raon not only elevates his advantages—he overcomes his weaknesses as well.”

He nodded, speaking of such remarkable talent and effort.

“Exactly! No matter how brilliant a genius is, they always have shortcomings. But Raon is erasing those very deficiencies!”

Glen couldn’t contain himself and clenched his fist. The armrest of the Jade Throne crumpled like paper once more.

“Isn’t that right?”

He gestured toward Sheryl, whose eyes had been blinking in bewilderment, seeking her agreement.

“…Of course! There’s no child like Raon anywhere!”

Sheryl nodded rapidly, her eyes wide and round.

“Kehehem!”

Glen laughed with delight at hearing his grandson praised, his forehead flushed red with joy.

“Lord Roen….”

Sheryl approached Roen’s side while Glen was absorbed in his laughter.

“How can you respond like that? This is already the fifth time he’s said the exact same thing.”

Glen had summoned us both at the crack of dawn and had now repeated the identical words for the fifth time, as if playing a recording spell.

The first time had been surprising, but after hearing it repeatedly, I was bored to death—yet Roen responded without any sign of fatigue, which astounded me.

“The Heavenly Sword Master is often away on missions, so you wouldn’t know….”

Roen shook his head with a gentle smile.

“Repeating things five times is quite common.”

He offered a subtle smile, noting that it was frequent for him to repeat Raon’s praise ten times over.

“Ah….”

Sheryl bowed her head, her hands clasped together in front of her.

“You must have it tough.”
“Hehehehe.”

Roen couldn’t bring himself to deny it and simply laughed.

“Sheryl!”

Glen called out Sheryl’s name, his brows furrowing.

“Are you listening to me?”
“Of course!”

Sheryl nodded quickly.

“Then which technique of the Heavenly Thunder Strike surprised me about Raon?”
“The second one!”

Having heard Glen’s words for the fifth time, she answered without the slightest hesitation.

“Wrong. It was the fourth.”

Glen shook his head firmly.

“What? But….”
“I was merely astonished at the second technique, but it was the fourth that truly shocked me.”
“But what’s the difference….”
“You don’t understand that difference?”

He furrowed his brows as if utterly bewildered.

“I’m not sure what you mean….”

Just as Sheryl was rolling her eyes, a knock sounded—a rescue from her predicament.

“Head of House, may I come in?”

The moment I heard Raon’s soft voice, Glen’s contorted expression melted away as if it had never existed.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat with an artificial cough and nodded.

“Come in.”

His mood had lifted so dramatically that he couldn’t hide the tremor threading through his voice.

“You must be exhausted, and I apologize for the intrusion. Hmm?”

Raon opened the door himself and stepped inside, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Heavenly Sword Master?”

I’d naturally expected Roen to be here, but I hadn’t anticipated that Sheryl would be present as well.

“Welcome. Truly.”

Sheryl waved her hand with a warmth more genuine than I’d ever witnessed from her.

“Yes. What brings you here?”

Glen’s mouth corners fluttered like those of a freshly caught fish as he nodded.

“I came because there’s something urgent I needed to tell you. Just a moment ago….”

I exhaled a short breath and recounted receiving the letter from Borgos.

“Borgos of the Grey Hammer Guild, you say….”

Glen raised his hand to stroke his chin.

“Though we hail from different races, he’s not one to speak frivolously.”
“I share that assessment. Our time together was brief, yet he carried considerable weight as a person.”

While other dwarves marveled at Drake, Borgos had discerned his true strength through the wounds he bore.
For such a grave individual to send a letter requesting aid meant he surely faced a crisis of considerable magnitude.

“Then….”
“Yes. I wish to go.”

I stated firmly that I must go, lowering my head.

“Are you planning to bring the entire Gwangpung Corps?”
“No. I intend to give the swordsmen rest. There’s also the possibility this could be a trap.”

Given the possibility this might be a trap set by Oma, bringing all of the Gwangpung Corps was impractical.

I planned to take only those capable of surviving without my assistance.

“I’m thinking of taking just three squad leaders and one porter.”

I clasped my hands together, indicating I would travel with only four companions.

“A sound strategy. I should keep that in mind as well.”

Glen nodded slowly, his jaw working thoughtfully.

“Then….”

Sheryl raised her hand toward Glen.

“Shall I accompany you?”

She shrugged as if to ask his opinion.

“That would work well.”

Glen nodded approvingly.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Raon’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m fine with it, but you must be exhausted….”

Sheryl was currently the busiest person in Zigheart. She had only just returned and was finally getting some rest—I didn’t want to steal that precious time from her.

“It’s fine.”

Sheryl approached from the side and shook her head.

“Staying here would be more exhausting anyway.”

She nudged my waist with her elbow as if insisting I take her along.

“Then we’ll go as far as the Heavenly Sword Order. But….”

Glen narrowed his eyes as he looked at Raon’s hair.

“Why does your hair look like that?”

He frowned, observing my disheveled hair that looked as though mice had gnawed through it or a bird had built a nest in it.

“Ah….”

I smoothed down the tufts of hair sticking up with my palm and laughed awkwardly.

“My sister….”

Mother and Father had encouraged me to go, but Sia wouldn’t accept it and picked a fight with me.
She was so strong that I couldn’t defend myself properly and ended up having my hair pulled out.

“Hmm….”

As I explained what had happened at the Annex Building, Glen’s gaze grew distant and heavy.

“H-Head of House. It’s nothing serious. We didn’t actually fight, it was just….”

Sia said it was something she did out of regret, but Glen’s stern expression remained unchanged.

‘Why is he acting like that?’

As I tilted my head in confusion, Sheryl leaned over and whispered to me.

“He seems envious, doesn’t he?”
“Huh?”

My eyes widened in surprise.

“Envious?”

Of having my hair pulled out? Or doing the pulling?

Unable to comprehend either possibility, I let out a hollow laugh.

-Ugh…

Wrath shook his head as he looked at Glen.

-He’s lost it! Completely lost it!

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The Gwangpung Corps dormitory, built beside the 5th Training Ground.

Most of the swordsmen had returned to the main house, so it was quiet—except for one particularly noisy room.

“I’ve earned a lot, but I’ve spent quite a bit too.”

Dorian frowned as he examined his coin purse.

‘I need to fill it back up.’

I had obtained a large quantity of dragon bones, scales, and teeth from Sepia this time, but I had consumed a considerable amount of supplies to block the enemies.
To replenish them, it seemed I would need to move busily for several days.

“First, stone walls, internal medicine, external medicine, holy water….”

As Dorian was writing down the necessary supplies, someone knocked on his door.

“Who is it?”

When he opened the door, there was no one there—only a note on the floor.

“What is this?”

Unfolding the note and reading it, it was a letter from Raon telling him to prepare himself as there was somewhere to go.

“Sigh, summoning me out of the blue again.”

Dorian sighed and placed the note on his desk.

“No time mentioned, no date either.”

As if taking after Rimer, Raon had simply left a note telling him to prepare and vanished.

“I need to fill the gaps faster.”

Since I didn’t know when Raon would come calling, I needed to move quickly to gather the missing supplies.

After Dorian noted down the necessary items and was about to stand up, another knock sounded.

“What now… huh?”

When he opened the door, this time Raon was there. And he was already prepared for departure.

“L-Lord Organization Master?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in surprise at Raon’s sudden arrival.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded my chin toward the exit, urging Dorian to hurry along.

“Huh…? Yes?”

Dorian’s eyes widened in shock.

“We only just decided to depart less than thirty minutes ago!”
“That’s more than enough time.”
“No, that’s not the point—I need to gather supplies!”

He clutched his head, lamenting all the missing provisions.

“Calling me out so suddenly…”
“I told you beforehand.”
“Thirty minutes! Thirty minutes! Even the Organization Master gave at least half a day!”

Dorian cried out in protest, insisting this was unreasonable.

“Thirty minutes is plenty.”

I shook my head, noting that a swordsman only needed ten minutes to prepare.

“That’s because you’re the Organization Master! I’m the quartermaster! When supplies run short, my limbs tremble uncontrollably and my chest feels like it’s being crushed!”

Dorian shook his head desperately, pleading for just a bit more time to gather the necessary items.

“Ah, that’s fine then. You can gather what you need once we arrive.”
“What? How can we gather supplies once we arrive…?”

His innocent eyes betrayed his confusion at my words.

“Because our destination is…”

I smiled as I gazed into Dorian’s guileless eyes.

“Your home.”

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A beach steeped in gloomy darkness.

While brilliant sunlight poured down upon the Continent, this coastal area was filled only with the chill of moonlight.

“….”

Beyond the mask of the beautiful young man standing with hands clasped behind his back, only white moonlight dwelled.
As he savored the quiet darkness, a man wearing a green snake helmet appeared.

“You seem to have been quite busy.”

The man in the green snake helmet, the Green Blade Master, narrowed his gaze sharply.

“As you know, I have quite a lot to handle. However….”

Tacheon, wearing the mask of a beautiful young man, tilted his head slightly.

“I heard you failed again.”

Tacheon clicked his tongue briefly as if disappointed. His voice was soft enough to enchant, yet his tone was far too decisive.

“Yes, I thought we could capture Raon Zigheart this time….”

The Green Blade Master’s sigh stirred the dark night breeze.

“He appeared far stronger than we anticipated. He is one who transcends the natural order of the world.”

He let out a hollow laugh, as if still unable to believe it.

“I heard rumors that he had ascended to transcendence, but even you and the ancient dragons cannot match him?”

Tacheon turned his gaze slowly to regard the Green Blade Master.

“He faced both the ancient dragon and me simultaneously without losing ground. Had Matirus fought with full power, we could have captured him, but foolishly, he let his guard down and was struck.”

The Green Blade Master scoffed at the already-dead ancient dragon.

“The more experience he accumulates, the stronger he becomes. He’s far more dangerous now than before.”
“Indeed. He’s transformed completely since he was brought to our Branch.”

Tacheon nodded in agreement with a slight tilt of his chin.

“In truth, there was an opportunity to drag Raon down with me, but Merlin interfered once again.”

The Green Blade Master’s serpentine eyes narrowed to slits.

“What a pity.”

Tacheon brushed back the hair that had fallen across his forehead. He seemed to regret not only that Raon had survived, but that the Green Blade Master had as well.

“You regard human life far too lightly, don’t you?”

The Green Blade Master’s eyes sharpened with a cutting gleam.

“You are only perfected through death.”

Tacheon gazed down at the Green Blade Master with pitying eyes.

“You seem to be in good spirits. Did your errand go well?”

The Green Blade Master’s eyes rolled toward Tacheon.

“How perceptive of you, befitting a serpent.”

Tacheon nodded calmly.

“I achieved the optimal outcome I envisioned.”
“That’s fortunate. I didn’t come away empty-handed either.”

The Green Blade Master gave a small nod of satisfaction, indicating he had gained something from this affair.

“I can imagine what it is.”

Tacheon offered a faint smile, as if he had read the Green Blade Master’s thoughts through his gaze alone.

“But Merlin. Merlin again. The damage she’s caused is far from trivial.”

He stroked his sharp jawline, a viscous smile spreading across his face.

“I see now that I cannot simply leave her be.”

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