The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 876

Chapter 876

“Bye then.”

Raon waved to Sylvia and Edgar, then turned his back to them.

“Hey sis, I should probably get going….”

He looked at Shia’s head hanging over his shoulder and let out a heavy sigh.

“I can’t go!”

Sia shook her head vigorously, as if she would never let go.

“You stayed home like you promised, why are you going!”

She stuck her lips out in a pout, hating that she was leaving the annex.

“Go, go, go, I feel like I’m going to break a bone by leaving….”

Sia was hugging her with all her might, and it looked like her collarbone and ribs were going to crack where her arms touched.

But she couldn’t push him away because of what she had said.

“It won’t take a few nights this time.”

Raon clasped his hands together, promising to return as soon as he could.

“I’ll also bring a gift for my sister.”

His voice rustled with the warm colours of autumn leaves. It was like he was treating a child.

“A gift…?”

As soon as Sia heard the word gift, her head snapped up. Her eyes lit up like rubies.

“What kind of gift?”

“That’s a secret.”

I hadn’t thought of it beforehand, so I deflected.

“Mmm….”

Sia winced at the word gift and her arms began to loosen around her shoulders.

“Sia, Raon isn’t leaving because he wants to.”

Sylvia patted her gently on the back as if she saw an opportunity.

“Of course! Raon is going on the mission for our sake… hence the lie about it being a gift… Yay!”

Edgar muttered something about the gift he said he was giving Shia being a lie, and then kicked Sylvia.

The kick was so hard that his body flew off and landed on the fence of the annex.

“Ugh….”

Fortunately, Sia hadn’t heard Edgar’s words, and her eyes darted from side to side as she climbed off Raon’s back.

“I’ll be back soon, but I need you to guard the house this time.”

Raon patted Sia’s head and smiled affectionately.

“Okay. Okay, but instead….”

“Okay. I’ll be sure to bring you a present.”

As she said the word ‘gift’, she glared at Edgar, who was embedded in the wall.

“Alright, leave the house to your sister!”

Sia nodded, her hands on her hips, as if encouraged by the gift.

Her expression was still that of a child, but her momentum was like that of a battlefield general letting out a fierce roar.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to teach my sister swordplay after I return.

With such a strong aura, it would be good to teach her how to control and use it properly.

“Now I really should get going.”

Raon waved to Sylvia and Sia in her arms, then left the garden.

-You’re as stubborn as your sister, and you’re going to be a pain in the arse.

Rath grimaced at the prospect.

‘Not exactly a nuisance.

Raon shook his head nonchalantly.

“It’s more like a sense of security.

In his previous life, he might have found Rath’s words annoying, but in this life, having learnt about family and connections, he found Shia’s complaints endearing.

-Shea, you’re becoming a person too….

“Because I was a human?

-Heh! You were originally a celestial.

Rath snorted at the lack of human identity.

‘Let’s not be double-minded.

Raon laughed, tapping Rath on the nose. How things had changed, he thought, now that he, too, had come to feel that a celestial was a swear word.

“To think that anyone could make Raon Siegheart, the Clown King, cringe like that, I’ll have to make a good show of it in the future.”

Beren, who was waiting outside the garden, smiled warmly at the adorable brother-sister relationship.

“You mean to tell me that under that innocent smile lies the force of a Grand Master? This is creepy.”

Marta took a long pause, wishing she could have a go at Sia.

“I’m a little jealous….”

Lunan muttered something about envy and glared at her back.

“Come on, let’s go, we have a lot to pack on the way home, and once we leave the supply depot, we need to make sure we have all the essentials….”

Dorian rattled off the items he needed as if he was looking forward to going to the Sepia Council. It was like he was trying to pack everything in the world.

“I knew the kids were full of personality, but they’re a mess.”

Cheryl glanced at the prefects and Dorian, each of whom had something to say, and shook her head.

“That’s because the man who taught me was a swordsman with more personality than anyone else.”

Raon grinned in disbelief and stepped forward.

“I see.”

Cheryl followed with a thin smile.

* * *

Raon was enjoying a moment of relaxation in front of the campfire after dinner when Cheryl came up beside him.

“Looks like you’re getting used to being homeless.”

Cheryl shrugged as she sat down in front of the fire.

“I guess I was a fool the first time I took them out.”

“I did fine, they were just slow.”

Raon shook his head, gesturing to Dorian and his three assistants tidying up.

“Because homelessness was a way of life.

His long years as an assassin had made him an expert at homelessness.

If he looked out of place, it was because of the clowns.

“Come to think of it. You fought with our troop leader from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“We didn’t fight, we arm-wrestled.”

“Yeah. That’s when I knew it wasn’t normal.”

Cheryl smirked, remembering all that had happened.

“How is he doing?”

“He’s more muscular than before, I guess he doesn’t want to lose in arm wrestling.”

She clicked her tongue, more muscle-crazy than martial arts crazy.

“I can see why.”

Raon smiled faintly and turned back to the campfire.

“There….”

Cheryl’s lips parted slowly in the brief silence.

“I’ve heard that the True Soul Sword contains the soul of that damned thing, is that true?”

“Yes. It is.”

Raon nodded, meeting Cheryl’s wavering eyes.

“Shi Yan tried to get Master’s soul out, but it was rooted in the True Soul Sword and wouldn’t come out.”

“…Can I see that sword for a moment?”

Cheryl swallowed dryly, bowing her head like someone asking a difficult favour.

“Of course.”

Raon nodded, and handed Cheryl the True Soul Sword.

It was an elemental sword and shouldn’t be trusted to anyone else, but Cheryl seemed to be fine with it.

“Thank you.”

Cheryl took it with trembling hands.

“You bastard!”

She glared at the red blade, releasing the emotion she’d been holding in.

“You can’t just go like that….”

Cheryl curled her hands around the blade and leaned her forehead against it. The shadows of the flickering bonfire made it look like she was being held by Remer.

After a long moment, Cheryl lifted her head, looking cooler, as if she had released some of her frustration.

“Thank you. You’ve made me feel better.”

Cheryl bowed her head in sincere gratitude and handed the sword back.

“There….”

Raon lowered his voice as he took hold of the still-warm blade.

“What kind of relationship did you have with the Heavenly Sword Master?”

“Uh…?”

Cheryl blushed as if she had been asked a question she hadn’t expected. It was as if her usually imposing façade had cracked.

“Well. Uh, um….”

Unable to answer immediately, she squared her shoulders and rolled her eyes.

“Raon. I’m all set, they said we should be there before dawn, so let’s go!”

As I waited for Cheryl’s reply, Marta waved for a quick start.

“Okay. Give me a second….”

Raon nodded and turned to Cheryl for an answer, but she had already pulled away from him and was standing next to Beren at the front of the pack.

“Let’s go, it could be dangerous if we’re late!”

Cheryl was turning on her ankle with a flushed face as if to say come on.

“Mmm….”

Raon’s mouth watered. Perhaps Cheryl and Remer’s relationship would have to wait.

“What’s going on, anyway? Is it that he likes Cheryl more than you, Master?

When I shook my head in confusion, Marta slapped me on the back.

“Sometimes there are things you just don’t need to ask.”

“Idiot….”

Lunan stuck his tongue out in agreement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?

-This is why you’re not human!

Rath clicked his tongue in disbelief.

‘No, it means I’m not a horse….

-You’re like a demon.

“You’re a celestial, so give me an answer.

-You stupid, stupid, stupid man!

“You don’t know, do you?

-….

* * *

Lorcan, a large city in the southwestern part of the continent.

A thick quilt of night covered the entire city, but the sepia-coloured office of the High Chancellor stood alone and brightly lit.

“Hmm….”

Addis Sepia, the lone beacon of light and head of the Sepia High Council, paced his office, scribbling away.

The late hour seemed to indicate that this was a pivotal moment in the continent’s history.

“My lord.”

The old butler, Rigwin, bowed respectfully.

“It’s getting late, so perhaps you should retire to bed.”

He clasped his hands in front of him, indicating that he shouldn’t push too hard.

“Ordinarily, that would be correct, but I have important business to attend to.”

Addis shook her head vigorously, as if to say she appreciated the advice but couldn’t take it.

“Dorian. He’s coming back, and we can’t be unprepared!”

He couldn’t wipe the smile from his lips, looking forward to seeing his long-lost son.

This late at night. It wasn’t his conviction as a merchant, but his paternal love that lit up the few lights in the city.

“Is it so good?”

Rigwyn shook his head, saying it had been a long time since he’d laughed like that.

“Kirham, what have I laughed at?”

Addis’s mouth twitched like someone from the North.

“You’re smiling very well now.”

Rigwyn shrugged as if she needed a mirror.

“No, no! Rumour has it that my boy has been doing some good here and there, so I’m just a little excited!”

Addis waved her hand in the air to deny it, but that didn’t stop the corner of her mouth from turning up.

“But when are you going to be here….?”

He lowered his eyebrows impatiently.

“The letter arrived today, so even with the portal, it should arrive tomorrow or the day after.”

Rigwin shook his head, as if he could take his time getting ready.

“Well, that’s probably right.”

Addis agreed that it might be a good idea to take it easy, and sat down.

“Mmm…?”

Rigwin cupped his hands to his ears and frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

Addis narrowed her eyes at him.

“Stir….”

Rigwyn blew out a puff of air and lowered his gaze to the window.

“They say the Dao, the Master and the Clown Lord have come to visit….”

“What, now?”

“Yes. They say they’ve already crossed the front gate.”

“Huh….”

Addis’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I didn’t think they’d be here so soon.”

“Well, let’s get ready to greet them.”

Rigwin quickly tidied up the mess Addis had made of his office.

With each movement of his hand, the dust disappeared, revealing the pristine state of the room.

“Hmmmm!”

Addis smoothed out the wrinkles in his robe, sat down at his desk, and picked up a pen. As he pretended to work, there was a knock at the door.

“Master. You and your guests are here.”

The butler’s voice came from outside.

“Come in.”

Adis nodded, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

“Dorian?

But as soon as he saw his son, his mouth dropped open.

His normally chubby son had lost all his weight, and he looked more devoted than any other swordsman he’d ever known.

Of course, he paled in comparison to Raon, who walked in right behind him, but he was enough to overwhelm the average person.

“Father!”

Dorian bounced towards him, excited by the long-overdue reunion.

“Um….”

Addis lowered his eyebrows.

Normally, he would have pushed his son away to make him stronger, but seeing him like that, he felt a weak urge to hug him out of joy.

“I know. I tried.’

I decided to let him go, just this once, because I knew he must have worked hard to get to this point.

“Dorian!”

When Addis opened her arms to hug him, Dorian stopped in his tracks and pulled a small note out of her arms.

“I need a lot of things, first of all, a fire-resistant stone wall, some external wound medicine, internal wound medicine, holy water, a tent and a bed for the homeless….”

Dorian rattled off the items he needed as Addis awkwardly spread her arms.

“….”

Addis’s eyes, burning with anticipation, went cold.

* * *

“I need a hammer and a saw blade again… Eek!”

“Enough.”

Raon pulled Dorian back from his incessant requests for supplies and bowed his head to the dazed Adis Sepia.

“My lord. It’s been a long time.”

“Uh, uhm….”

Addis dabbed at his temples as if he’d come to his senses, then bowed.

“It’s been a long time, Lord Windstorm, Lord Heavenly Sword.”

He extended a polite greeting, not only to himself, but to Cheryl as well.

“I apologise for the late hour.”

Cheryl bowed apologetically.

“It’s okay, I was doing some paperwork anyway.”

Addis waved a paper with no writing on it. She looked confused, like she didn’t know if it was blank.

“But since you’re here so soon, I’m guessing it’s more urgent than I thought.”

“Yes. Do you happen to have any information on the Grey Hammer Guild?”

Raon asked, stepping forward.

The lands of Lorcan and the Grey Hammer Guild were not far away, so it was likely that Addis would have news.

“Actually, I haven’t met with Borgoth this year, because when I sent him a gift at the end of last year, he told me that he had something important to attend to and that I shouldn’t contact him for a while.”

Addis shook his head, arms on his desk.

“As the jester knows, it’s not uncommon for craftsmen to suddenly lock themselves away in their workshops. I thought it was just business as usual, but I suspect something is going on.”

“Yes. I didn’t write much because I didn’t want to mislead you….”

Raon pulled out the letter from Borgoth and showed it to me.

“Hmm, his handwriting is right, except….”

Addis lowered his eyebrows as he looked at the letter.

“I don’t think he’d send something like this….”

Raon rolled his eyes, a man who died alone was dead, not one to ask for help from a stranger.

“I suppose you were in a bit of a hurry.”

“Then why don’t you go right now….”

“Wait a moment. I’ve told my son to go directly to the Grey Hammer Guild, so he should be back soon.”

Addis said it was time to go and gestured for you to sit down on the couch.

“Alright.”

Raon nodded heavily and sat down on the couch as Rigwin led the way.

“Well, I’m going to go resupply, then!”

Dorian whimpered like a puppy that needed to go potty, glancing alternately at Addis and Raon.

“Ha, have it your way.”

Addis glared at Dorian, then waved her hand in the air.

“Yep!”

Dorian raised his hand in salute and left the office without a second glance at his father.

“…What about that child?”

Addis asked as soon as Dorian was gone.

“Too distracted, too scared to be a swordsman.”

Raon revealed Dorian’s usual self in a calm voice.

“After all….”

“But I’ve built up enough conviction and skill to overcome that fear now, and I’m a good prosecutor, no matter what anyone says.”

“Mmm, well.”

Adis curled her lips into a small smile, seemingly flattered by Raon’s sincere praise.

“He’s certainly someone I can trust to have my back.”

“That much?”

“Yes. I mean it.”

“Hehe!”

As he laughed and exclaimed at the same time, the sound of something breaking could be heard all around the upper building.

“Man, how much….”

Adis frowned and rose to his feet, just as the door to the Council Chamber swung open and Dorian’s brother, Dialun Sefia, and a brown-bearded dwarf with a bushy beard, entered.

“Ah, Father, we are in trouble.”

Dialun exhaled harshly and took heavy steps forward.

“Calm yourself.”

“I can’t calm down!”

He shook his head and pointed to the dwarf beside him.

“Lord Borgoth and most of the dwarves in the Grey Hammer Guild have been captured by a monster!”

Dialun’s lips trembled as he said that the dwarves had been attacked in their stronghold.

“Hmm?”

Addis looked at the dwarves and shook his head.

“Is that, is that true?”

“Yes….”

The dwarf shook his head, his chin quivering.

“What the hell happened?”

Addis slammed his hand down on the desk, as if to demand an explanation.

“Monsters, monsters, rose from beneath the burning earth where we built our workshop. We tried to stop them, but their power was too great….”

The dwarf’s chin quivered as he spoke of hopeless power.

“Then you should have called for help!”

Marta rolled her eyes.

“Dwarves don’t usually borrow other people’s strength, they try to do it themselves somehow.”

Adis shook his head, saying that the only time a dwarf would ask for help from others was when the entire race was in danger.

“What is that monster, a large one, like a giant worm?”

“No, no. It spoke like us, but it was very large, had red wings, and wielded a flaming sword or a whip.”

The dwarf scratched his head, disbelieving that their weapons had worked.

“Flaming sword or whip?”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he listened to the dwarf’s words.

“Were there such monsters?

He racked his brain, but no monsters came to mind.

-Hmm….

I was about to ask again when Rath scratched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

“Why?

-That looks like something the Bone King would know…