The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 886

Chapter 886

“yes?”

Raon blinked as he looked at Vulkan and Cuberud who had lost their appetite.

“Are you saying you will look at my sword first?”

“Yes, with all these good ingredients gathered, wouldn’t it be a shame to leave them as they are?”

Balkan nodded as he scanned the dragon bones and teeth that filled the area around the workshop.

“I will use my teeth, bones, claws, and even scales to create a sword that will never break.”

He clenched his fist, saying that he would use this opportunity to sharpen the Jecheon Sword more firmly.

“You made the Jecheon Sword when you were just out of training, so isn’t it time to fix it now?”

Balkan said that now was the best opportunity and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“I have the same opinion…”

Kuberad stood next to Balkan and nodded.

“As I said before, the requiem sword was not originally made for combat. Since you are using it as a weapon, I would like to improve it a little.”

He turned his thick wrist, saying that he wanted to sharpen the Jinhon Sword’s energy so that he could use it more efficiently.

“If you two look at it, I have no reason to refuse.”

Raon said thank you and put his hands together in front.

If a craftsman from another continent had said something like that, he would have absolutely rejected it.

No matter how good your skills are, it is difficult to reforge a sword made by someone else.

However, Balkan is the craftsman who made the Jecheon Sword and Kuberad is the Jinhon Sword.

Those two people would be able to modify the Jecheon Sword and the Requiem Sword to suit the current version of themselves…

“Can I join in too?”

Borgos lifted his short legs and dug between Laon, Balkan, and Kuberad.

“Lord Borgos?”

Raon looked at Borgos with his eyes wide open.

“Where is the dwarf going to fit in? You don’t even have a weapon you made.”

Balkan waved his hand, telling him to rest.

“If it’s a weapon, I have one. I made a dagger for my benefactor.”

Borgos raised his chin as if he was talking about the thousand-year-old monument stored inside the black dragon robe.

“Then you’re going to fix that dagger?”

“There are other things besides that.”

Borgos raised his finger and pointed to Limer’s sword on his right waist.

“no way····”

“Can elves who know how to grow trees make a wooden wheel sword? Of course it is the work of our ancestors.”

He raised his lips and said that his ancestors had made the sword of Rimmer.

“Mokryun sword······”

Raon chewed his lips thinly as he held Rimmer’s sword.

“That was the name.”

Until now, it has been called the Sword of Limer or the Leaf Sword, but its original name seems to have been the Wooden Wheel Sword.

It was also Limer-like to leave without even telling him the name of the sword.

“You didn’t even know the name?”

Borgos tilted his head as if he found it strange.

“Because it wasn’t my sword to begin with.”

“Oh, right. You said that Limer took it and left…”

He let out a heavy sigh, saying he understood now.

“I understand how you feel, Master Borgos, but this sword is not mine, so I think it will be difficult…”

Raon shook his head, saying he needed permission from Sterin.

“No, it’ll be fine. I was the one who regularly maintained the wooden sword while it was in Sephia.”

Borgos snorted, saying that if he had had enough materials, he would have fixed it a long time ago.

“I told Sterin that I would fix it. If you don’t believe me, I can send him a letter right now.”

He pounded his chest with his fist, asking for faith.

“You can believe it”

Vulcan laughed while looking at Borgos.

“Because dwarves don’t lie when it comes to hammering…”

He snapped his fingers, saying, “Leave it to me.”

“Yeah, if you keep looking at that sword, you’ll be able to handle it without much difficulty.”

Kuberad nodded as if to ask Borgos to trust him.

“hmm·”

After taking a quick bite, Raon unfastened all three swords he was wearing around his waist.

“Then, please…”

He said he would take good care of him and entrusted the Jecheon Sword to Vulkan, the Requiem Sword to Kuvarud, and finally, the Wooden Blade to Borgos.

“Just wait a moment. I will sharpen your sword to make it more solid in your goal.”

Balkan patted his shoulder, telling him to wait.

“I plan to adjust the vengeful spirits in the requiem sword so that they can move more comfortably. If you are now, you will be able to control the power of the vengeful spirits.”

Kuberad said that the Jinhon Sword would change quite a bit, his eyes shining quietly.

“I will make something like the devil… so that it can cut down anyone…”

Borgos pressed his lips down as if trying to capture the emotions he had felt at the hands of Balrog on his sword.

The skills of the three continental craftsmen seemed to be similar, but the smelting methods each pursued were very different.

“Since it’s come to this, should I make a bet?”

Borgos raised his finger·

“Who will create the best work?”

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“Sharpening a sword is not about comparing yourself to others, but about fighting with yourself···”

“Are you not confident?”

Borgos rolled his eyes as if teasing Kuberad.

“Who are you talking to! I am Kuberad!”

Cuberud erased his calm gaze and shouted. He, too, seemed to be hiding his fiery side in his calmness.

“Not bad…”

He nodded as if he liked Balkan…

“There are gold bullets, so the results will be quite interesting…”

He took out six gold bullets and gave them two each.

“The period is exactly one week. Is that okay?”

“Of course·”

“That’s enough”

After gathering the necessary materials, the three continental craftsmen dispersed to their respective workshops and began working right away.

“···Are they really the continent’s masters?”

Burren looked flustered at the sight of the three craftsmen, who were as childish as children.

“You looked happy…”

Runaan nodded, saying that it seemed like the children were playing together.

“That’s all well and good, but then when are you going to make our sword?”

Martha wrinkled her nose as if to ask what would happen if all three of them touched Raon’s sword.

“You don’t have to worry…”

Palentun shook his head.

“As long as there is competition, I will continue to try to create good works.”

He laughed, saying that if he waited calmly, a flood of famous weapons and equipment would come pouring out.

“I think it would be better to divide up the ingredients first since you’ll be back soon.”

“That’s right. It moves quickly.”

The chiefs of Palentun and Mirtan villages called the craftsmen and said that they should start by dividing up the materials.

Perhaps it was because the chieftains seemed friendly with each other. The craftsmen of Mirtan Village and the dwarves of the Gray Hammer Guild began to work together to sort materials as if they were friends even though they were meeting for the first time.

“Village chief···”

Runaan approached the village chief of Mirtan, who was moving the dragon’s bones and scales.

“Ah, Runan, it’s been a while…”

The village chief bowed his head to Runaan, saying that he was late in greeting him.

“Thank you for the sword. I’m using it well.”

Runaan took out the folk tale, showed it to her, and then nodded.

“That’s good. Now you can use a better sword.”

The village chief laughed and said that one of those three craftsmen would make a better sword.

“no·”

Runaan shook his head…

“yes?”

“The village chief made it for me”

She said she did not want to throw away the folk tale and asked him to fix it like Raon’s sword.

“Are you serious?”

The village chief of Mirtan trembled his lips as if he was dumbfounded.

“If I just stay still, they’ll make a famous sword, right? “You’re leaving it to me?”

“huh·”

Runaan nodded without a moment’s hesitation.

“···Think again· I’m confident in my skills, but I’m not at the level where I can keep up with them·”

The village chief waved his hand, saying that this was not a second chance.

“This is perfect for me… It also contains the same ingredients as Raon…”

Runaan shook his head, saying that the painting was also a pair with Raon’s Heavenly Sword.

“They are a pair…”

The village chief smiled slightly and nodded…

“Since the materials are divided, I guess you could look at it that way. Okay.”

He chewed his lips as he looked at the dragon bone in his hand.

“I will do my best not to be pushed out by those three people.”

The chief of Myrtan Village nodded his head loudly as he received the story from Runan. A desire to follow in the footsteps of the continental craftsmen was felt in his red eyes.

“Okay, me too…”

As soon as Dorian saw Runaan’s decision, he headed to where the craftsmen of the Gray Hammer Guild were.

“hello!”

“What’s going on?”

Palentun looked up, holding a bone larger than his own body in his arms.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

Dorian approached Borgos’ disciple who was moving the dragon scales.

“Um, are you talking about me?”

Borgos’ best disciple blinked his eyes at Dorian.

“Please make my sword again this time!”

Dorian stood in front of Borgos’ best disciple and hit his head.

“ah····”

Borgos’ disciple opened his mouth wide in surprise at Dorian’s proposal.

“No, I really lack skills······”

He shook his head and said that he was far inferior to the chief of Mirtan Village.

“no·”

Dorian smiled slightly as he polished his sword.

“I’ve seen and held many swords, but none suited me as well as this one.”

He bowed down again, asking for a sword that would fit him.

“If you tell me so, I will do my best.”

Borgos’ disciple took Dorian’s sword, saying that he was grateful.

“Shall I repair this sword too?”

Martha licked her lips and drew her sword.

“It was a gift from my father, so I don’t want to change it.”

She nodded, saying that she wanted to continue using the gift that Denier had personally given her.

“····”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Martha, who was holding the sword carefully.

‘Now that I think about it, there was no denier today…’

Denier went out on a mission and was nowhere to be seen, but instead of feeling reassured, my anxiety soared…

I felt like I would continue to feel this ominous feeling until I knew exactly whether he was friend or foe.

-Hey!

Lass hit Raon hard on the shoulder.

-You’re not going to keep waiting here, are you?

‘Of course I have to go back’

Raon erased the ominous look and drew a faint smile.

‘If I don’t go right away, my sister will hit me…’

* * *

Raon returned to Sieghart, leaving a message to contact me when the sword was completed.

-Fuck!

Lars gritted his teeth as he looked at the darkened annex.

-Because I came back from that hot town, it’s been a long time since dinner! I didn’t eat two proper meals!

The guy sniffled that he missed both lunch and dinner.

-It’s time for everyone to sleep now, so there won’t be any food left…

Lars rubbed his head, saying he wanted to avoid being in Nadine’s shoes.

‘I guess I don’t have to eat that?’

Raon smiled and opened the door to the annex, and the scent of various dishes that made your mouth water naturally came out.

“I was preparing when I heard you were coming… but you really came at the perfect time?”

Helen, who was carrying food into the kitchen, smiled and waved.

“Raon is here?”

“Son, making a time commitment is a big deal!”

Sylvia and Edgar waved as they left the restaurant.

“Laon!”

Sia jumped out from between the two and hugged her.

“Why are you so late!”

She pursed her lips as she continued to hear thunder from the ship.

“Sorry·”

Raon comforted Sia and patted her on the back.

“Let’s go quickly! Mom and my sisters have already prepared the food!”

When I was led into the restaurant by Sia’s hand, the table was filled with steaming dishes.

-What, what is it? It’s night, why are you having dinner now…

Lars’ eyes widened as if he didn’t know why dinner was served at such a late hour.

‘I asked Yua to prepare dinner a little late today.’

Raon waved to the child standing behind the table.

‘Of course I didn’t know it would be decorated this grandly.’

-Ugh···

He shook his eyes as if he didn’t know that Lars had prepared for something like that.

-Yes, I never thought you would prepare something like this…

“I also bought some bead ice cream. Have some after your meal.”

Helen waved her hand, saying she had chosen several flavors.

-Goo, even beaded ice cream?

‘Because I promised’

-Keuuuugh!

Las nodded, wiping away tears with the back of his hand.

-You’ve finally come to your senses!

The guy nodded his head vigorously as if he was touched.

-good night! Now I will accept you as a demon!

Lass extended his arm as if to bid him come in.

‘I don’t need it at all······’

Raon let out a long sigh. Lars still seemed very mistaken.

* * *

Three days later

Raon left the annex wearing a red-tinged robe.

“Where?”

Sia, who was swinging her sword in front of Edgar and Sylvia, tilted her head.

“I have a meeting…”

“meeting?”

“Yes, high-ranking people are gathering in one place.”

It looked like he was just walking slowly, but he waved his hand at Sia, who was approaching with great retaliation.

“The will to meet?”

“What’s going on, a meeting is being held all of a sudden…?”

Edgar and Sylvia lowered their eyebrows as if they were worried.

“I don’t know what it is, but it seems like something important.”

Two days ago, I received a call asking me to attend a meeting at noon today, and they said that all of Sieghardt’s executives would be gathering, so it seemed like it was a big agenda.

-Tch!

Lars sat down on his shoulder and clicked his tongue.

– It’s time to go on a food tour! It’s too bad, but I guess I’ll have to eat at my husband’s house today.

Unlike saying he was disappointed, the guy took a long sip as if he was looking forward to it.

From fine dining to street food, there is no food I dislike. I don’t know why I became the king of anger instead of gluttony.

“Shall I go too?”

Sia tilted her head as if she wanted to go too.

“It’s going to be boring, all I have to do is sit down.”

“Ugh, then I don’t like it…”

“Let’s go out and play”

Raon said he was playing with Sia and patted her head.

“Don’t worry here, just focus on your work.”

“Yeah, we can take care of Sia.”

Sylvia smiled and waved, and Edgar scratched his head and chuckled. Just watching it warmed my heart. Now, it felt like a happy family without a single wrinkle.

“Then I’ll be back.”

Raon left the annex with a faint smile on his face and headed to the main building.

On the way to Gajujeon, I encountered many prosecutors, and they all bowed their heads with nervous eyes.

-Hmm…

Lars looked at the swordsmen bending deeply and briefly nodded…

-You used to get cursed at, you’ve grown up so much. Now you have the spirit to be worthy of the king.

The guy nodded, saying he liked it.

‘You haven’t given up yet?’

Raon tilted his head as he looked at Lars, who had a serious expression on his face.

-The King does not know how to give up! At any time, at any time, I will eat your body!

Las shook his head, saying that he couldn’t just leave the abilities and traits he had dedicated to his body alone.

‘Despite all that, you haven’t been picking on me or attacking me lately.’

-Si, it’s noisy! This king is just waiting for his time! Cheetah! Yes, like a cheetah, it catches up even if you run from behind…

‘Yes, I see.’

Raon entered the family battle, teasing Lars.

Gooooo…

The iron door of the audience room, which was so tense that it was hard to look at, was wide open, and inside, the executives were taking their seats in a row.

As it was a grand meeting, executives and old prosecutors from the Senate who were rarely seen on a regular basis were also filling the seats, making the huge throne room feel full.

“hey! nephew!”

Balder, who was leaning against the pillar, raised his voice as if shouting.

“····”

Karun had his arms crossed and his eyes closed as if he didn’t care.

“Come this way!”

Balder lifted his finger as if to stand next to him.

“I’m sorry, but it’s not my place to go yet…”

Raon shook his head, saying that he could not go to Jeonju’s place.

“Hmm, maybe not anymore?”

Balder said it would be okay if he came in advance and quenched his appetite.

“There’s still a long way to go…”

After gently refusing, I stood in my usual spot and waited for Glenn to come out.

When all the executives except the inspectors who were on a mission entered the audience room, the inner room opened and Glenn, Roen, and Cheryl came out.

“Meet the matriarch!”

In response to Karun’s greeting, the officials in the throne room knelt and bowed their heads.

“····”

Glenn walked up to the podium with heavy steps, without telling anyone to stand up as usual.

Instead of sitting on the throne, he stood at the end of the platform and lifted his chin.

“Wake up…”

“yes!”

Only after hearing a quiet voice telling them to stand up did the executives in the audience room raise their heads and straighten their backs.

There was an unusual sense of tension on their faces…

Gooooooo·

Glenn looked down at the Sieghard executives with a sense of ruthlessness that seemed to weigh on their shoulders. It was as if he had returned to the time 20 years ago when he had only been ruthless.

“The agenda for this meeting is······”

Glenn’s dry gaze turned to Raon, who was standing on the right.

“It’s a promotion to the Gwangpungdae.”

He lowered his chin and said that was the most important agenda of this conference.

“yes···?”

Raon’s eyes widened as he looked at Glenn. He thought it was important, but he never thought it would be about him.

“I will tell you from now on.”

Non-banquet owner Chad, standing below Glenn, bowed his head.

“After ascending to transcendence, the Great Storm Lord destroyed Delus Robert’s scheme, saved Alice Sieghart, and stopped the dragons’ attack in Sephia···”

Chad recited one by one the achievements that Raon and Gwangpungdae had achieved so far.

“···Therefore, the non-banquet recognizes that Gwangpungdae has accumulated sufficient performance to be promoted to Gwangpungjeon·”

He calmly nodded, saying that this was an achievement that everyone could not help but acknowledge.

“If anyone has an opposing opinion, please raise your hand.”

Chad nodded, saying that anyone who opposes should raise their hand.

“Hmm·”

“It seems a little fast, but…”

“There is no reason to object…”

“In terms of performance, it feels rather late.”

None of the executives raised their hands. Most of them looked as if they knew what was coming.

“Since there is no objection, let’s do this······”

“I disagree”

Everyone’s eyes turned to the right end at the cold voice. Karun’s hand was raised on the pillar closest to the stage.

“Karun···?”

Glenn lowered his eyebrows deeply as if he was dumbfounded.

“Are you finally crazy? You were the one who suggested this meeting!”

Balder circled Karun’s forehead with his finger and furrowed his brow deeply.

“Have you developed dementia or something?”