The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 906

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Chapter 906

“Ugh….”

I grimaced the moment I laid eyes on the Black-haired Middle-aged Man.

“Were you here?”
“I came to rest for a bit of relaxation, but I never expected to see you.”

The Black-haired Middle-aged Man chuckled heartily and patted his own shoulder.

-So it’s the old geezer after all.

Wrath snorted dismissively, as if his enthusiasm had deflated.

‘The old geezer?’
-The old codger who’s always laughing with that “hehehehe!” So yeah, old geezer.

He shook his head as if that was perfectly fitting.

‘He’s not wrong.’

I clicked my tongue softly while observing the middle-aged man.

‘At least he’s safe, which is a relief.’

The Black-haired Middle-aged Man who had suddenly spoken to me was actually Roen in disguise. His acting was as natural as befitted a man known as the King of Slaughter.

“How is Montiro? Leisurely yet not too quiet, I’d imagine?”
“I only arrived today, so I’m not sure. I came here on business anyway.”
“Business? You’d have the subordinates handle the work and come here to enjoy yourself.”

Roen chuckled knowingly. It was remarkable how not just his face, but his expressions and movements had transformed him into a completely different middle-aged man.

“That’s not it.”

I shook my head with a blunt expression.

“Who is this friend?”

The white-haired man standing beside Roen narrowed his eyes.

‘Formidable.’

He appeared to be in his mid-to-late twenties, yet the aura of power emanating from him exceeded that of a Master-class warrior. He was a martial artist I had never encountered before.

“He’s the son of an elder to whom I owe a debt of gratitude.”

Roen smiled faintly, as if they shared some familiarity.

“I see. Then please, enjoy your conversation. I shall take my leave.”
“Thank you for keeping me company today, Kallop.”
“I enjoyed it as well.”

The white-haired man called Kallop waved his hand dismissively.

“Lencia?”

As he turned to leave the beach, he stopped upon spotting Lencia standing behind him.

“Master Kallop! Hello!”

Lencia greeted him with the warmth of seeing a beloved older brother, bowing her head with a bright smile. Her hands, gripping her backpack tightly, trembled faintly.

“Is she your guest?”
“Yes. I’ve just begun assisting her today.”
“Admirable dedication.”

Kallop gazed at Lencia for a moment, then gently patted her head before departing.

“Where have you arranged your lodgings?”

The moment Kallop left, Roen asked where I was staying.

“At that place on the hill over there….”
“Valorence? Well, that’s really the only place you could go.”

He nodded, clearly seeing that I wanted to spend money.

“I’m staying in Valorence too. How about we grab a drink after all this time?”

Roen turned his body and told me to follow him as if I had no right to refuse.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled a long breath and called out to Lencia.

“Looks like I’ll need to drink with this guy today. Come back tomorrow morning.”

I told her to come tomorrow and handed over today’s wages.

“B-but I already received payment?”

Lencia pulled out the silver coins I had given her earlier, her eyes widening in surprise.

“That was a tip.”

I told her to take it when given and tossed the coins to her.

“Thank you so much!”

Lencia caught the coins I threw with ease and bowed her head.

“Hurry up. You’re too slow for a young person.”

Roen teased me as if he were an old friend of my father, urging me along.

“Yes, yes….”
“I came by earlier and checked it out. This place is bigger than I thought. There’s a lot to see. First, the Western Stalactite Cave….”

After sending Lencia home, I followed Roen. With my eyes half-closed as if bored, I absorbed all the information about Montiro that he explained into my mind.

After hearing all about the Western Stalactite Cave and just as he was mentioning the Church to the east, we arrived at Roen’s Dormitory.

“Well. Sit over there.”

Roen pointed with his chin toward a table by the window overlooking the sea.

“Yes…”

I nodded with difficulty and took the seat across from Roen.

“Have I been talking only about myself? How have you been all this time?”
“Well, the same as always. Work and rest, work and rest—it’s all repetition.”

I answered with a slight roll of my shoulders, claiming I’d only been working.

-Am I hiding things here too?
‘There may be no people around, but artifacts or barriers could pick up sound.’

Since Montiro itself was undeniably strange, it was best to remain cautious until the secret was revealed.

“How is Father doing?”
“He’s doing far too well, which is the problem.”

As I nodded, thinking of Edgar, a knock sounded from the door.

“Come in.”

The person who opened the door at Roen’s words was the guide. He brought a tray laden with snacks and alcohol to the table.

“Here are the drinks and snacks you requested.”

The guide boy, accustomed to this work, bowed his head and set the drinks and snacks on the table.

“Thank you. Perin.”

Roen gave a tip to the boy called Perin and gently patted his head.

“Not at all! Have a wonderful time, you two!”

Perin clutched the tip he’d received from Roen close to his chest, then closed the door and left.

“They’re children who live diligently.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Shouldn’t you live just as diligently as they do?”

Roen twisted his lips as if offering a reproach.

[It’s been a long time, Master of Gwangpung Hall.]

Yet even as he spoke, he traced letters in the empty air with his fingers.

“I’m living diligently enough in my own way, so don’t worry about it.”

I offered a cold reply while writing in the air just as Roen had done.

[I was worried, but you’re safe.]
[I trust my disguise and acting, but even if the Black Tower had seen through me, they wouldn’t have attacked. The moment I came under attack, suspicion about this place would become certainty.]

Roen shook his head, noting that surveillance eyes didn’t seem to be upon him yet.

[But how did you know I was here?]
[I made contact with a Black Market Agent before meeting you. Thanks to that, I was able to learn about the current operation.]

He laughed, relieved that he’d met with the Black Market Agent beforehand.

[Then did you perhaps find anything suspicious?]
[No. I toured all of Montiro while pretending to enjoy a vacation, but there’s nothing unusual.]

Roen continued his nagging aloud while his fingers traced respectful characters in the air.

[Rather, everyone is joyful and content—there are no problems here. Monsters rampage from time to time, but those called heroes step forward immediately, so no actual damage occurs.]

Roen shook his head, noting that despite visiting this place in various forms, he’d discovered nothing.

[I see.]

I bit my lips thinly.

‘Well, that’s only natural.’

Wrath couldn’t find it either.

Before hearing that there was no deception in this land, even Wrath hadn’t detected anything unusual. It was only natural that Roen couldn’t find what was amiss.

[But these so-called heroes….]
[Do you remember the white-haired young man who was at the beach earlier?]
[Yes. Despite his youth, he was quite strong.]

I nodded, recalling the white-haired youth who carried a greatsword.

[He’s called Kallop, the captain of a military unit, and there are five others like him. They’re all Master-class at the highest level, yet they remain here without any intention of making their names known across the Continent.]

Roen narrowed his eyes as he spoke Kallop’s name.

[Could they possibly be connected to the Black Tower?]
[I was suspicious too and kept watching them, but that wasn’t the case. They use pure aura rather than demonic energy—purer than mine even—and though their temperament is somewhat rough, they truly possess the bearing of heroes.]

He drained his cup, saying they didn’t appear to be connected to the Black Tower.

[I see….]

I tapped my fingers against the table, mentally replaying the situation when I’d encountered Kallop.

[To be honest, I still can’t believe the Black Tower exists in this place.]

Roen shook his head, insisting that based on what he’d observed, the existence of the Black Tower here made no sense.

[Has the Lord perhaps discovered something?]
[It’s difficult to speak of now, but there are a few things.]

Beyond deception and demonic energy, there was one more suspicious element, but it wasn’t yet the time to make a definitive statement.

[I see. Then I shall trust you, Lord.]

Roen smiled faintly and refilled his empty cup.

[But as for you, Roen….]
[I trust the Organization Master’s judgment over my own.]

He bowed his head, saying that he trusted me more than what he had observed with his own eyes.

[Young Master, you have seen far more than I have since childhood.]

Roen drank his wine with a hollow laugh, as if it were only natural.

[Roen…]

I felt the sincerity in Roen’s words, and my hand trembled as I held the wine glass. Receiving someone’s genuine trust was both joyful and heavy.

[I think I need to step out for a moment. I’ve been in this form for too long.]

Roen bowed slightly, saying he would return with a new face.

[That sounds good. Right now, inspectors from Gwangpung Hall and the Central Intelligence Agency are entering in shifts, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.]
[Then I should prepare quickly.]

He chuckled thinly, saying he needed to leave right away.

“I must have nagged you too much—your face looks worn out. They say people talk too much when they get old.”

Roen laughed softly and shook his head.

“Yes, go on. It was good to see you after so long. Give my regards to your father.”

He waved his hand holding the wine glass as if to bid me farewell.

“I understand…”

I exhaled a long breath and rose to my feet.

“I’m going…”
“Don’t go far.”

Without even looking at Roen waving his hand, I opened the door to the Dormitory and stepped outside.

‘He trusts me more than his own judgment…’

I clenched my fists, engraving the words Roen had written with his finger into my heart.

‘Let me find it.’

The secret of this perfect city.

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“Sigh….”

I exhaled slowly as I watched the sun dip below the horizon.

‘Four days have already passed.’

Over those four days, the Gwangpung Hall and Central Intelligence Agency inspectors had successfully infiltrated in different guises, and the Black Market agents had also slipped in undetected to carry out their respective roles.

Yet none of them had uncovered anything unusual about Montiro.

The tourists, the merchants, the residents of Montiro—all seemed to be enjoying their happiness, and nowhere could I find a single person suffering misfortune.

I myself had spent lavishly to meet many people, but regardless of age or gender, not one of them showed the slightest crack in their facade. At this point, it felt as though I were searching for a Black Tower that didn’t even exist.

‘Chamber must be furious as well.’

Despite deploying elite forces from Gwangpung Hall, the Central Intelligence Agency, and even the Black Market, we had found nothing. She was likely grinding her teeth in frustration.

I drained the bottle.

I turned my gaze to the right.

“Hmm.”

Lencia was humming while knitting.

‘That girl seemed ordinary too.’

Since the Mage could have been in disguise, I hadn’t let my attention waver from Lencia, but she was simply a cheerful child of that age.

There was one strange thing, but the situation was different from simply suspecting her.

“Lencia.”
“Ah, yes!”

Lencia set down her thread and needle, lifting her head. After treating her reasonably well for four days, she now showed a face that had grown somewhat familiar to me.

“Everyone here seems so happy.”
“As you’ve seen, there’s nothing but good things happening here.”

Lencia smiled brightly and nodded.

“The weather is beautiful, the sea is clear, and everyone is so kind. Monsters appear occasionally, but the heroes always take care of them.”

She clasped her hands together as if nothing bad could possibly happen here.

“I suppose so….”

I shook the bottle and smacked my lips briefly.

‘Unfortunately, the world doesn’t consist of happiness alone.’

Even in the Annex Building, which now seemed perfect, negative energy bloomed from time to time.

Maids quarreled with each other, Sylvia shed tears worrying about Sia’s condition, and Edgar, unable to forget his sins, knelt in prayer.

Having lived two lives—my past and present—I had come to understand that perfect lives, perfect happiness, simply did not exist. As long as people lived with people, unconditional happiness was impossible.

“The sun has set. Shall we depart now?”

I set down the empty bottle and nodded. Today was the day the Underground Arena opened. I had wanted to go before, but since it only operated once a week, I had no choice but to wait until now.

“Yes, I’ll show you the way!”

Lencia put the knitting she had been working on into a blue bag and stood up.

“The entrance fee is quite steep, but that’s fine with you, right?”

Since I had been spending money freely all this time, she asked as if it were naturally a given.

“I’ll ask about the water.”
“Then I’ll take you there!”

Lencia smiled invitingly and walked down the Main Street. Initially, she had been wary of me, but now that she realized I was a wealthy man of leisure, she treated me with familiarity.

“It’s this way.”

She led me to a small Church located behind the Valorence Hotel.

“A Church? There’s an Arena here?”
“Yes. Surprising, isn’t it? It seems people don’t believe in God.”
Lencia spoke as if she herself didn’t believe in God either, then entered the Church.

“Welcome.”

A man with bronze skin, standing over two meters tall, approached me dressed as a Pastor.

“Hello!”

Lencia, as always, greeted the man cheerfully upon seeing him.

“You just need to pay the entrance fee to the Pastor.”

She gestured for me to pay the entrance fee to the man who seemed to be either a Pastor or a thug. Her fingertips trembled slightly—she was genuinely frightened.

“Hmm.”

Raon slightly frowned and tossed a gold coin to Dun.

“May God’s grace be with you.”

As the muscular Pastor waved his hand, a staircase popped out from the floor where the angel statue was, and they could descend downward.

“I’m going.”

Following Lencia down the staircase, a space even brighter and more magnificent than the Lobby of Hotel Valorence revealed itself. Beneath the brilliant lighting, numerous people were enjoying gambling.

“This is the Underground Gambling Den. The odds here are 2 to 10 times higher than the Gambling House you saw outside.”

Lencia nodded, suggesting it would be best not to do such things.

“When you say things like that…”
“Yes. You’ll do more. I’m sorry…”

She bit her tongue slightly, as if realizing she’d made a mistake.

“…”

I narrowed my eyes as I observed the people in the Gambling House.

‘I don’t sense any deception here either.’

Montiro had quite a few gambling establishments befitting a tourist destination. Yet even in gambling houses where people spiraled into ruin, I sensed no deception—and this place was no different.

-There is no magic either.

Wrath wrinkled his nose bridge in exasperation.

‘This makes no sense.’

Among people losing money and falling into despair, and those winning and rejoicing, no trace of dark energy emerged—this was simply incomprehensible by any measure.

“Where is the Arena?”
“It’s below here.”

Lencia suggested we head to the next level and crossed the expansive gambling hall, descending to the second underground layer. Due to the high ceiling, we had to descend far more stairs than when entering the gambling house.

Woooooah!

As we arrived at the entrance where dim lighting emanated, the roar of the crowd reached us. It was a sound that set blood ablaze and stimulated the mind. The Arena had already opened and the fighting had begun.

“It’s already started!”

Lencia waved her hand, urging us to hurry.

“Take your time.”

I descended the stairs leisurely, but Lencia had stopped before the entrance, standing dumbfounded with her mouth agape.

“How did you make it all the way here?”

A young man with blue spears slung across both shoulders blocked Lencia’s path, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.

“Oh, Felix! I was just guiding our guest to the Arena!”

Lencia smiled brightly at the young man with the spear, lowering her head respectfully.

“A guest?”

Felix, the blue-haired youth, narrowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“It’s fine to enjoy yourself, but bringing a child to a place like this is rather inappropriate, don’t you think?”

He exhaled with evident displeasure at the notion.

“….”

I observed not Felix’s words, but rather Lencia’s trembling hand gripping the bag despite her bright smile.

‘It seems….’

I’ve found an opening.

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