The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

tened at once, like turning on a magic lamp.

“Then, let’s investigate it properly.”

“Pardon?”

“Since we aren’t certain, let’s sound out the head of house.”

“W-Wait! If you do that…”

“Pfft, it’s okay.
He isn’t going to kill me, is he? I’m going ahead!”

Before Roenn could stop him, Rimmer grinned and stood up.
Using the power of wind, he ran down towards the lord’s manor.

Upon reaching the entrance of the lord’s manor, Rimmer entered while grinning.

“Hmm…”

Roenn groaned in a low voice.
He could already imagine the red-haired elf’s future.

Just like he expected, the lord’s manor shook soon enough, and a thundering sound could be heard.

Roenn prayed for the repose of Rimmer’s soul and closed his eyes.

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[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

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Zieghart 

Annex Building.

Although the warm atmosphere still remained after Raon’s departure, the building was now filled with coldness, as if they were facing the winter wind without any protection.

“Haa…”

“Why has he not returned?”

“Everyone else has returned…”

“Young master Raon…”

The maids sighed deeply, while managing the flowerbeds.
Since Raon was the only one that hadn’t yet returned among the fifth training ground’s trainees, the annex building felt like a mourner’s house.

“Stop sighting.
Let’s finish the work.”

Contrary to the depressed voices of maids, a calm voice melted the cold atmosphere.

“We are almost finished.”

It was Sylvia.
With her abundant golden hair flowing over her left shoulder, she was trimming the flowerbed with scissors while smiling faintly.

“Ma’am…”

“I-I’m sorry.”

The maids shut their mouths tightly upon seeing Sylvia’s smile.
It was even more difficult to suppress their tears after seeing the bright appearance of Sylvia, who should’ve been feeling more miserable than anyone else.

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“Th-That’s right.
Y-Young master is going to return soon enough, so don’t worry about him too much.”

Helen scooched down next to Sylvia and shook her head.
Unlike Sylvia, she was unable to hide her feelings as her face turned blue.

“Raon promised that he would return safely.
Our job is to wait here so that he can rest comfortably once he returns.”

Sylvia met the maids’ eyes one after the other and smiled.

“Ah, yes!”

“Alright!”

“I-I’ll prepare the meal!”

The maids were impressed and started to move to do their jobs.

‘She’s amazing.’

Judiel, who was standing at the end of the line of maids, narrowed her eyes as she watched Sylvia.

‘She must be losing her sleep over her worry.’

While the other maids also treasured Raon, their feelings didn’t match up to Sylvia’s.
And yet, she was comforting the maids instead of being agitated by the lack of news about her son, which was truly amazing.

‘They don’t need to worry about him that much though.’

Raon had the scariest nature among the people Judiel had met so far.
She’d seen people stronger than him multiple times, but she never saw anyone more cold-hearted and scarier than him.

“Let’s finish quickly and make dinner… Hmm?”

As Sylvia was about to finish tending the flowerbeds, a tall man was walking towards them from the direction of the main building.
The man with red hair and pointy ears was the fifth training ground’s head instructor, Rimmer.

“Sir Rimmer?”

However, there was something unusual about him.
His red hair were charred black, his eyes had been blackened with bruises, and cloth that was dyed red was stuck in his nose.

“A-Are you okay?”

Sylvia opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish and went towards Rimmer.

“Ah, I’m alright.”

“You don’t look alright, though…”

“It’s not a big deal.
I just met a stubborn bull with a bad temper on my way here.”

Rimmer waved his hand, telling her that it wasn’t a big deal.

“Bull…”

It would’ve been understandable if it was a monster’s doing, but since he said it was a bull, Sylvia got curious about what kind of bull could’ve done that.

“It’s not anything special, but…”

Rimmer scratched his back and licked his lips.

“About Raon, you don’t need to worry about him too much.”

“What? D-Did you receive news about Raon?”

“He didn’t get hurt or anything.
He might be a bit late to the graduation ceremony, but he’s going to return soon enough.”

“Ah…”

Sylvia dropped her scissors upon hearing Rimmer’s gentle voice.
Her legs were faltering from the intensity of her suppressed emotions bursting from her.

“Your son, who is also my student, is on his way back.
So, don’t worry about him.”

He pat Sylvia’s shoulder and smiled.

“I’ll be going, then.”

“Won’t you have dinner with…”

“Ah, there’s a big gamble going on right now.”

Rimmer grinned and turned around.
He murmured ‘Argh, he hit me so damn hard.’ as he trudged away.

Sylvia bowed towards Rimmer, her hands gathered in front of her body.

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The Next Day.

The great training ground’s door, which was the size of the castle gate, was wide open.
The ordinary swordsmen and office workers that usually couldn’t enter the great training ground were sitting on the chairs at the outer part of it.

Sylvia, Helen, and the annex building’s maids—who had become slightly brighter thanks to Rimmer—were also sitting in a corner.
They looked like they were praying for something as they looked at the training ground’s entrance with their hands gathered together.

Right before the sun reached the center of the sky, the fifth training ground’s trainees—wearing flashy formal coats—entered one after the other and lined up at the center.
They still looked young, but the faint pressure coming from them didn’t lose to an official swordsman.

“Damn it…”

“Is he still not here?”

“But he used to be so punctual…”

“Raon, Dorian.
Come back already.”

Their eyes were reflecting more worries than nervousness, and they kept glancing back, as if they were waiting for someone.

The temporary seats were gradually filled as time passed.
The executives, such as the division leaders, squad leaders, and the heads of the direct line and vassal houses, went to sit at their assigned places.
They were people that didn’t usually show up.

“Haah.”

Rimmer was standing next to the trainees, giving a jaw dropping yawn.
His easy-going appearance suggested that he didn’t care about the graduation ceremony at all.

While the people gathered in the training ground were watching the trainees with excitement, anticipation, nervousness, and worry, the swordsmen standing in front of the door slammed the ground with their flagpoles.

Thud!

They gathered people’s gazes with a heavy resonance, before spreading the flags to both sides.

“The true ruler of the north, Lord Glenn Zieghart, is entering!”

“Greeting the lord!”

Upon hearing that sublime shout, the swordsmen inside the training ground stood up, then knelt.

With his discolored blond hair swept back, Glenn Zieghart crossed the training ground wearing a blackish-red coat.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure coming from the transcended warrior god, cold sweat ran down people’s back, preventing them from raising their heads.

Whir!

Until he sat down on the throne, everyone inside the training ground even forgot about breathing and wished for the time to pass.

“Everyone, rise.”

“Yes!”

Everyone stood up at once upon hearing his order.
They didn’t decide to do so by themselves—their bodies were moving on their own in response to Glenn’s intimidation.

“Head instructor, begin.”

“Head of house, two people haven’t arrived yet.
Can you wait for a little bit longer…?”

“Even though the returning period wasn’t exactly fixed, they must’ve been aware that the graduation ceremony is held in February.
They fail if they still haven’t returned.”

“Bur Raon is the top trainee, and Dorian… huff! Alright.”

Rimmer rubbed his fingers, trying to buy some time, but he turned around immediately upon receiving Glenn’s threatening gaze.
He couldn’t resist him because he had been beaten up the day before.

“We will start the fifth training ground’s graduation ceremony.
With forty-three people total, forty-one people currently present, and two people missing, the forty-one of them here… Huh?”

As he was talking about the number of people, low footsteps could be heard from the arch-shaped door of the great training ground, which had started to close.

Step.

Although it should have been covered by the noise of the numerous people present, the clear footsteps pierced everyone’s ears.

That sound contained the dignity of Glenn Zieghart, the cheerfulness of Rimmer, and the massiveness of Milland.

As the footsteps that gathered people’s attention grew closer, everyone inside the training ground turned to look.

Black shoes crossed the door.
A man, who looked more noble than the flashy clothes he was wearing, showed himself.
His blond hair was shining brilliantly under the sunlight, and his serious red eyes were drawing everyone’s attention.

His good looks could be called peerless as he glanced through the training ground and smiled.

“I don’t need such a welcoming ceremony.”

Raon Zieghart.
The man that had grown up more than anyone else has returned to the heart of Zieghart.

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