The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

Raon sneered and pointed at the shaman’s corpse.
His face was so hateful that Edwill wanted to insult him.

“After all, you are my scout party’s baggage carrier from now on.”

 

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Gulp.

 

The man in the black robe swallowed, looking at the ice troll corpses piled up in the valley.

‘H-How did this happen?’

That wasn’t supposed to happen.

Habun Castle’s troops should’ve lost half their soldiers to the surprise attack from the ice troll warrior and shaman, and the rest should’ve desperately fled.

Then, Commander Milland should’ve personally come out with the troops because of the dangerous monsters’ appearance.
However, his entire plan went awry because of one thing.

And the reason was a single guy.

 

Creak.

 

The man in the black robe grit his teeth.
He looked at the blond swordsman standing on the hill.

He noticed the ice troll warrior’s surprise attack, beheaded the troll warrior, and burst the heart of the troll shaman as it cast its magic.

His prowess was one thing, but he was perfectly aware of the way he could finish his opponent’s life.

The man in the black robe fiddled with the mask in his hand.
It was a blue mask like an ice troll, with long ears and a wrinkled forehead.

“Huff!”

‘What shall I do?’

He pondered on whether he should kill them right then or devise another plan.

‘Besides that…’

That guy… He could sense an ominous aura from the young boy that killed the warrior and shaman on his own, to the point where he was making his hair stand on ends.
It was the danger detection ability from the mask.

“Which means he is a dangerous guy.”

More than Habun’s castellan in some way.

The man in the black robe turned around.
He climbed the mountain and clenched his fist.

“Do I have to take that out?”

 

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When Raon killed the last troll, a message appeared in front of his eyes.

 

[Agility has increased by 1.

Energy has increased by 1.]

 

Raon smiled in satisfaction after reading the message.
They were the stats he got as a reward for killing the ice troll warrior and shaman.

‘And that’s not everything.’

His soul’s level must’ve also increased from killing the monster using combative energy on his own.
He didn’t kill the shaman on his own, but there was no problem since he made the finishing blow.

‘Growing stronger each time I fight really is an overpowered ability.’

It’s only natural, since the system was created by the King of Essence.

He wanted to laugh at the way the demon king was bragging about the amazing ability he had lost, but he suppressed it.

“Raon!”

Radin and the scouts came running at him with trembling lips.

“Seriously, who the hell are you?”

“I never imagined you would kill the ice troll warrior in a single strike!”

“And you even killed the shaman! He is a real deal! The real deal!”

The scouts gathered around him and shouted.

“Ahem!”

Everyone turned around as Radin cleared his throat.

“You guys, there’s something else you should say before all that.”

“Ah, yes.”

“That’s true.”

The scouts stopped smiling at once and straightened their backs.
They then bowed at the same time.

“Thank you for saving us!”

“You saved our lives!”

“I was just doing my job as a guard, so you don’t need to be like this.”

Raon shook his hand.
He wasn’t being modest, it was only natural to accomplish his mission.
There was no reason for them to express their gratitude like that.

“No, to be honest, I thought I was done when it swung that club.
I seriously thought I was dead.”

“He’s right.
I couldn’t think about anything else.”

“My life even flashed in front of my eyes.”

The scouts nodded in agreement and laughed bitterly.

“The moment you stepped ahead to block the ice troll warrior’s club, I got goosebumps all over my body.
It was my first time experiencing such a thing, even though I’ve been a scout for over ten years.”

There were tear marks around Radin’s eyes.
Even though he was currently smiling, it seemed he really had been prepared to die.

“You didn’t just do your job, you also saved all of us.
Saying thanks isn’t enough to express our gratitude.”

“He’s right.”

He turned his head around, hearing a low voice.
Terian was standing there wearing a smile for the first time since Raon had met him.

“Countless people run away from their roles.
Whether it was because of the mission, or in order to save people, standing alone in front of that club isn’t an easy feat to achieve.”

Terian bowed his head and smiled even more vividly.

“Thank you for saving our soldiers.”

“…Yes.”

Raon slowly nodded his head.

‘My heart tickles for some reason.’

He’d always been busy running away after a battle or assassination.
There had never been an expression of gratitude, and he’d always started preparing for the next mission right away, so it was still awkward for him to be thanked like that.

However, he didn’t dislike it.
He felt happy, as if a soft and warm fabric was caressing his heart.

“The mixture of a powerful aura, an excellent swordsmanship, and appropriate timing resulted in an unimaginable power.”

The Wolf Mercenary Corps captain, Beto, walked up to him while clapping his hands.

“You are outstanding in many ways, to have exercised a power surpassing your might.”

His eyes were shining like a man that had found the product he liked.

“I want to find out more about you, but since none of our guys died thanks to you… In good conscience, I guess I should stop here, right?”

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled widely.

“Ah, of course! Not investigating others’ background is the mercenary's unwritten law!”

“By the way, the guy that named him the sword demon did a really great job! His sword is seriously insane!”

“I’ve never seen anyone looking so happy when swinging their swords.”

“How the hell did he push back a troll warrior with strength? Is he an ogre or something?”

“What do you need to eat to get that strong at that age?”

The mercenaries gave a thumbs up, telling him that he was amazing without any ulterior motive at all.
They were the classic behavior of warriors that worshiped power and fighting.

“Hmm.”

Listening to the scouts and the mercenaries' cheers, he walked up to the Snow Strikers, who were standing as still as corpses.

“Ugh…”

He stopped in front of Edquill, whose chin was trembling, and put down his bag.

“I told you, right? You should carry my stuff.
Take it.”

“A-Are you serious?”

Edquill flicked his finger, as if he were going to draw his sword at any moment.

“But you promised.
Everyone here heard your promise.
Are you going back on your word?”

“Are you trying to be my enemy for some scouts?”

His eyes became wide open, because he didn’t expect him to actually hand over his bag.

“Th-That’s right! And what we did wasn’t that bad to start with!”

“We just gave them the baggage and made them prepare the food!”

“W-We made fun of them and touched them sometimes, but it was a prank!”

The Snow Strikers also blabbered, claiming that they didn’t deserve all that instead of apologizing.

‘I knew it.
This isn’t good enough to punish them.’

‘It was a prank.’ or ‘It wasn’t that bad’ weren’t things they should’ve been saying.
Just as he thought, their mindset itself was unacceptable.

“Well, I guess I don’t want to do anything harsh to the companions that fought alongside me.”

Raon nodded, hiding his true intention.

“However, we can’t reverse the bet we’ve already made, either.
That’s why I have a suggestion…”

“Wh-What is that?”

Edquill and the Snow Strikers eyes glittered.
They looked like they would do anything to get out of that situation.

Tsk.
Those are the eyes of men about to lose everything they have and be chased out naked.

Wrath lightly clicked his tongue, looking at Edquill’s eyes.

“We can make another bet on top of the previous bet.
If you win, you won’t have to be my bag carrier, and if I win, you will get another penalty.”

Raon smiled widely.
His eyes were sinking into darkness, as if they had engulfed the night.

“What do you think?”