The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 883

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Chapter 883

“The Hyeonmu Hall should have some old advanced sword manuals as well.”

Martha nodded, saying she would need to search for martial arts texts when she returned to her family estate.

“Yeah. I should too….”

Lunan Slion blinked, mentioning he would gather the sword manuals from the Slion Family Estate.

-Sword manuals are worthless even as kindling! Just bring me delicious food from your family homes!

Wrath shook his head up and down, saying he would go mad with excitement.

“Are you… dancing, sir?”

Burren Zigheart’s eyes widened as he watched Wrath thrashing about.

“Is he that pleased?”

He laughed heartily, deciding he would gather every sword manual he could bring.

-You blind fool! Have you truly lost your sight? How does this look like dancing!

Wrath burst out in a furious cry, bewildered at their lack of understanding.

-I’m losing my mind! Everyone around the greatest swindler in the dimension is far too pure!

He pounded his own chest, lamenting why he was surrounded only by fools.

‘Calm down. I asked you to bring sword manuals for your sake.’

I tapped Wrath’s shoulder, which had turned a deep crimson.

-What nonsense! You were the one trying to profit from this in the middle!

Wrath gnashed his teeth, telling me to stop spouting lies.

‘Think about it. Those guys were so nervous when they heard you were a Demon Lord that their hands trembled. But…’

I looked down at Wrath and narrowed my eyes.

‘If that great Demon Lord immediately started saying “Bring offerings of food to the True Demon King!” your dignity would crumble in an instant. I was protecting the name and honor of the Lord of Wrath.’

I tilted my chin, telling him to think it through carefully.

-W-well, I suppose that’s a point?
‘Exactly! Imagine if a human king you met for negotiations said, “I like food, so bring me all the delicacies from across the entire Demon Realm!” How would that look?’
-S-sounds delicious?
‘No! They’d be disappointed, calling you a glutton with no sense of occasion!’

I persuaded him earnestly, insisting I had truly preserved the Demon Lord’s dignity.

‘Besides, you don’t need to receive food from others. Didn’t I promise you could eat whatever you wanted for a week after you return? Right, yes. I’ll extend it to ten days.’

I spread all ten fingers before Wrath’s eyes.

-T-ten days? Ahem! If you say it like that, I have no choice but to believe you. Hehehehe.

The moment Wrath heard he could eat his favorite foods for ten days, he grinned widely as if he’d never been angry at all.

‘Easy.’
-Hm? What did you say?
‘Nothing.’

I laughed and waved my hand.

“So a Demon Lord—not even an ordinary demon—saved and helped us…”

Martha looked at me and lowered her chin slightly.

“It feels like my fixed belief that all demons are evil is crumbling.”

She let out a short sigh, saying the world was truly complicated.

“The Celestials were wicked…”

Lunan pouted his lips as if recalling the Archangel Uriel that Derus had summoned.

“Demon Lord. Wait, that Demon Lord has helped us in other ways too?”

Burren leaned forward with curiosity.

“The matter with the Flame Demon Army was the biggest, but there were many other things as well.”

I took a sip of lukewarm tea and briefly explained the events that had transpired.

“A duel between Demon Lords in the Shuper Holy Kingdom….”

Burren’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

“A battle of Demon Lords in the Holy Kingdom. That would make quite the theatrical production, though we’d certainly catch flak for it.”

Martha let out an amused laugh.

“So he was always by your side….”

Lunan bowed his head slightly, expressing his gratitude.

“What kind of items are in the Demon Lord’s Castle? It seems like there would be an abundance of essential supplies we must acquire.”

Dorian smacked his lips eagerly, already thinking about plundering the Demon Lord’s Castle after the Sepia Trading Company.

“Now the matters that defied comprehension are finally being explained.”

Sheryl nodded calmly, all her questions answered.

“Raon. What is the name of the Demon Lord accompanying you?”

She regarded me steadily, composing herself.

“The Lord of Wrath, Wrath.”
“Is he still beside you now?”
“Yes, he is on my shoulder.”
“I see.”

Sheryl rose from her chair the moment she heard that Wrath was perched upon my shoulder, positioning herself before me.

“The Sword Saint of Zigheart offers her respects to the Lord of Wrath, Wrath.”

She drew her twin blades and assumed the formal salute of Zigheart.

“Thank you for assisting Raon and the Gwangpung Corps all this time.”

Sheryl conveyed her gratitude with genuine sincerity, her refined aura shimmering around her as she bowed.

“Lady Sheryl?”
“Normally, that damned lazy fool should be doing this, but since he’s not here, I’m doing it in his stead.”

She shook her head, explaining that she was expressing gratitude on behalf of Rimer for saving his disciples.

“We shall join as well.”

Burren slowly rose and took his place behind Sheryl.

“That’s right. Though it’s a bit overdue.”

Martha nodded and drew her sword.

“Of course….”

Lunan Slion opened his eyes slightly and held Seolhwa upside down.

“A salute is both the duty of a merchant and a swordsman.”

Dorian tapped the Zigheart crest with his hand and smiled broadly.

“Thank you so much for your help!”

Burren, Martha, Lunan Slion, and Dorian all stood behind Sheryl, offering their salute to Wrath.

—Uh, uh….

Wrath’s lips trembled, as if he had never imagined receiving such gratitude from them.

-Treasury, the True Demon King is of the Demon Race, so is it appropriate to offer such a greeting? If the others find out about this….
‘They won’t mind.’
-What?
‘What matters isn’t race, but that everyone knows who that person is.’
-Ah….
‘Don’t be so flustered.’

I laughed and pushed Wrath forward by the shoulder.

‘Those soldiers have grown so well partly because of you.’

I nodded, telling him to accept their gratitude.

-….

Despite constantly proclaiming the Gwangpung Corps as his subordinates, Wrath seemed worried about the relationship between Demon Race and humans.
At the same time, he was experiencing an unexpected surge of emotion from their heartfelt thanks, given without expectation of reward.

-Ahem!

Wrath cleared his throat and turned his head away abruptly.

-It is only natural for a king to aid his subordinates! It was nothing special, so there is no need for such praise!

He waved his hand dismissively, claiming it was nothing.
Yet his cheeks had flushed red, and his voice trembled with emotion—he was genuinely moved.

-Now that the greeting is done, bring me some bead ice cream!

Wrath sniffled and gestured for someone to bring ice cream.

“What did he say?”

Burren tilted his head, observing Wrath’s gesture.

“That it’s nothing compared to his abilities, and we shouldn’t praise him?”

This time, I relayed Wrath’s words without alteration.

“Just as expected of a Demon Lord! You certainly think big!”

Martha expressed her approval with a broad smile.

“What does he look like? I’d love to see him myself.”
“Me too….”

Lunan Slion nodded in agreement, equally eager to witness Wrath firsthand.

“He doesn’t feel like a Demon Lord at all. When Raon said he was a spirit of the sea, I just accepted it. I hope it’s alright to say this, but he’s actually quite adorable….”

Burren Zigheart chuckled lightly, describing him as resembling a cluster of blue clouds.

-A-adorable cloud? Have your eyes already broken! I am the Lord of Wrath! I have nothing whatsoever to do with the word adorable!

Wrath shrieked in protest, demanding they take it back.
The way his tail swished as he insisted he wasn’t cute made him look exactly like a small, adorable creature—a rabbit or a squirrel.

“I keep thinking about the Demon Lord’s Castle….”

Dorian laughed with a heh-heh sound, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“What treasures might be there, and where would they be? How much could I possibly take….”

His eyes gleamed with genuine intent to plunder the Demon Lord’s Castle.

-This fellow is absolutely unacceptable!

Wrath trembled, sensing the danger.

I must issue a ban on entry to the Demon Lord’s Castle! Under no circumstances can we let them in!

He gnashed his teeth, deciding he needed to add another name to the entry ban he had previously imposed on only Rust and one other.

“One more thing.”

I smiled and raised a finger.

“Bring me bead ice cream?”
-Huh…?

Wrath turned his head in surprise.

-What’s gotten into you?

He turned his head, genuinely flustered, moisture glistening at the corners of his eyes.

‘I just didn’t want to disrupt this atmosphere.’

Wanting to see more of Wrath’s moved expression, I relayed everything as it was this time.

“Sigh, joking at a time like this—are you carrying on his will or something?”

Burren clicked his tongue, telling Rimer not to follow suit.

“That’s painfully unfunny.”

Martha waved her hand, telling me to keep quiet if I was going to spout nonsense.

“Come on! What Demon Lord eats ice cream! I’m not falling for such a lie!”

Dorian snorted, saying not to tarnish the Demon Lord’s dignity.

“Raon. You don’t need to tell lies like that. I can buy you ice cream.”

Sheryl sheathed her twin blades, telling me to just ask if I craved ice cream.

-Huh…?

Wrath blinked blankly.

-I’m t-telling the truth! Why won’t you believe me! I, the True Demon King, said it myself!

He shook his head, unable to comprehend.

‘I told you. Perhaps if I were the Lord of Gluttony. But who would believe that the Lord of Wrath demands food and has a fondness for ice cream?’

I lowered my hand, saying that breaking this preconception would be far more difficult than proving that the Celestials were evil.

-Yes, it’s true! The True Demon King loves pearl ice cream, I tell you!

Wrath shook his jaw as he shouted about his love for ice cream.
Realizing that what he desired most would not come to pass, he screamed and clutched at his head.

-Ungrateful wretches! From now on, I shall never help you again….”
“Let’s go.”

As Wrath gnashed his teeth and muttered that he would never help again, Lunan Slion nodded.

“I’ll buy them all for you.”

Lunan Slion told Wrath he would buy him pearl ice cream in every flavor, then snorted dismissively.

-Ah, ice cream girl!

Wrath looked at Lunan Slion and sniffled.

-Only the ice cream girl understands the True Demon King’s heart!

He clenched his fist, swearing he would cherish only Lunan Slion even unto death.

“Lunan. Don’t be fooled.”

Burren Zigheart shook his head vigorously.

“It’s all Raon playing tricks. Demon Lord, you’re angry right now.”

He frowned, noting that Wrath was currently clenching his fist.

-That eye-stealing bastard! This won’t do at all! Give me back my eyes!

Wrath charged at Burren Zigheart, insisting he must reclaim his eyes.

“Ah! Am I truly so pleasing to you?”

Burren Zigheart accepted Wrath’s furious charge as a gesture of gratitude and smiled warmly.

-There’s no way I’d be pleased with this! These blockheads are making my blood boil!

Wrath grabbed his own head and shook it, saying the frustration was unbearable.

‘This is rather entertaining.’

Raon, who had orchestrated this entire situation, watched Wrath’s performance with fascinated eyes.

‘Should I try this again later?’

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The next morning.

Raon led Borgos, whose wounds had been healed, and the craftsmen toward the main gate of the Sepia Trading Company.

Adis, having known that they would depart in the morning, had already come out and was waiting for them.

“You’re leaving already?”

Adis clicked his tongue, seeming to think they were departing too quickly. He appeared regretful about not seeing Dorian for much longer.

“Yes.”

Raon touched his neck and lowered his head.

“Since we don’t know when the Black Tower will pursue us, it seems best for everyone that we depart swiftly.”

The Black Tower had targeted both Balrog and the Grey Hammer Guild.
Remaining here could bring harm not only to myself but also to the Sepia Trading Company, so a quick return was the wisest course of action.

“Thank you for your consideration in many ways.”

I bowed deeply to Adis, expressing gratitude for his assistance.

“No, rather I should be thanking you. You saved an old comrade of mine.”

Adis bowed in return, expressing his gratitude for saving Borgos and the craftsmen of the Grey Hammer Guild.

“Adis….”

Borgos bit his lip, sensing the sincerity in Adis’s words.

“It’s a shame to leave this place, but it can’t be helped. Please take care on your journey.”

Adis offered not a merchant’s farewell, but a parting gesture between true friends, his smile warm and genuine.

“Hmph, if I don’t like the heat of Zigheart, I’ll be back right away, so have yourself ready.”

Borgos snorted and wrinkled his nose bridge.

“Of course. I’ll have plenty of the beer you enjoy prepared and waiting.”

Adis smiled knowingly, assuring him that a place would always be ready.

“Then I’ll be going. Farewells shouldn’t be drawn out, after all.”

Borgos turned to leave, but his steps moved slowly, betraying that his heart was reluctant to depart.

“Understood.”

I nodded with a smile.

“Then we’ll meet again next time, Merchant Guild Master.”

I bowed respectfully to Adis before following after Borgos.

“Meeting you, Merchant Guild Master, has taught me what a true merchant truly is. I’ve learned well that people come before profit.”

Burren placed a hand over his heart and offered a respectful bow, his words sincere.

“See you again. Dorian’s father.”
“Goodbye….”

Martha and Lunan, however, offered a light but cordial greeting before turning away.

“Hey! Show some respect to your elders with proper speech!”

Burren chased after Martha and Lunan with a flushed face, launching into a tirade of complaints.

“Father.”

Dorian glanced back before approaching Adis.

“Dorian.”

Adis gave a brief nod as he regarded his grown son.

“Are you enjoying your time at Zigheart?”
“It’s somewhat frightening, but more than that, it’s enjoyable and there is much to learn.”

Dorian straightened his posture. The child who once fled in terror from his father was nowhere to be seen.

“I see.”

Adis nodded, his calm gaze now suffused with warmth.

“As the Merchant Guild Master, I have much work yet to do.”
“Pardon? What do you mean so suddenly?”
“It means there is still much time before I pass this guild to you. Experience more of the world until you are ready for formal successor training.”

He drew a bold smile, resolute in his determination to hold the position of Merchant Guild Master until that journey’s end.

“Ah….”

Dorian gazed into Adis’s warm eyes, then drew his sword and planted it upside down before him.
With its silver blade striking the ground, he assumed the ceremonial salute of Zigheart.

“I will return next time having grown far more, so as not to disappoint your expectations!”
“Yes. I look forward to it.”

Adis smiled softly and nodded.

“Yes, of course!”

Dorian laughed as though he’d never been serious a moment in his life, then followed after Raon.
The way he kept turning back to wave his hand reminded me of those early days when he’d toddle after me as a child.

“To think that boy already carries such a look in his eyes….”

Adis watched Dorian’s broadened shoulders recede into the distance, his gaze growing distant.

“Children truly do grow so quickly.”
“Indeed. It feels like only yesterday that young master Dorian was taking his first steps.”

Butler Rigwin nodded in agreement.

“Um, um, Merchant Guild Master.”

While the two men were lost in nostalgia, the Chief Steward who oversaw the warehouse approached.

“If it’s not urgent, could you tell me later? I’m in a good mood right now.”

Adis shook his head as if to say don’t bother me, his gaze lingering on the retreating figures of Dorian and Raon.

“S-sir, it is urgent.”

The Chief Steward spoke hurriedly and stepped forward once more.

“Well, go ahead then.”

Adis nodded reluctantly.

“Y-young master Dorian has taken the Merchant Guild’s goods with him!”
“Is that all? I already knew about that. We have sufficient supplies anyway….”
“No, sir! While you and the young master were attending to the Grey Hammer Guild’s craftsmen, he took everything this morning at dawn!”

The Chief Steward showed him hastily prepared documents, emphasizing the severity of the situation.

“If we send things as they are, this month’s transactions will be impossible! The losses are astronomical….”

He spoke of nothing remaining, his voice trembling with distress.

“Seize that bastard….”

Adis raised his trembling finger, pointing at Dorian.

“Grab that thieving son of a bitch!”

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