The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

ead of the annex building.

“You must’ve worked hard in various ways.
Good job.”

“I-It was nothing.
It was all thanks to the master.”

Judiel swallowed, wetting her dry mouth, and shook her head.

‘He is really an amazing person.’

One year ago, he had predicted what would happen after he left and gave her directions, and what he predicted had actually happened.
All she did was to follow those directions.

The prowess that neared completion at such a young age, and the strategy devised from his exceptional composure, made Raon one of the most outstanding monsters in Zieghart.

“Master, do you know about the internship?”

“Internship?”

“So, you didn’t.”

She seemed to have expected him to not know about it, as she started to explain.

“Since you became a swordsman, you have to join one of the armed organizations in the house.”

“Indeed.”

“Before joining one, you can pick one of them to experience a month-long internship with.”

“Ah…”

Now that he thought about it, some of the trainees were talking about the internship after the graduation ceremony in the great training ground.

“Can I decide to be an intern wherever I wish?”

“Yes.
Unlike with the Selection Ceremony, the rookie swordsman has the right to choose the internship they want.”

Judiel took a document that she had prepared beforehand from her shirt.

“I think you can read this before deciding.”

Upon accepting the document, Raon unrolled it and started reading.
The information about all of Zieghart’s organizations was written inside, from the direct line’s organizations to the collaterals, external, and even the vassal family divisions.

From the missions they usually partook in to their numbers, prowess, and even their positions inside the house—there was enough information to roughly understand how the house was run.

“You must’ve worked hard on putting this together.
Good job.”

Raon nodded after reading the overall document.

“It was nothing.
I just did my job.”

Judiel closed her eyes, saying that it wasn ’t a big deal.

“Hmm.”

After reading the document, Raon put it by his pillow.

“Did you make your decision?”

“Yes.”

Raon gave her a refreshing smile, looking at the upper part of the document.

“There’s a perfect place for me.”

* * *

The next day before daybreak, Raon went to the fifth training ground.
He was excited to inhale the cold air of the empty training ground.
Habun Castle wasn’t bad either, but he felt the most comfortable there.

He breathed and used the Star Connecting Sword that he had practiced the most in the training ground.
The technique’s wave now contained a prevalent flow, shaking the training ground.

“No one would believe you if you told them that was basic swordsmanship.”

Once he finished one round of the Star Connecting Sword, an admiring voice could be heard from behind him.

Since Raon was already aware of the fact that someone was watching him, he nonchalantly looked around.

“I came here just in case, but of course you were here.
You are still the same, even though one year has passed.”

Burren ’s face was slightly softer as he smiled.

“Though, your skills are in another dimension now.”

His green eyes were filled with amazement at his swordsmanship.

Shitty-eyes has changed.

‘Indeed.’

It wasn’t just his looks.
He could feel that his power became a lot sturdier.
The explosive pressure of an Expert could be felt.
He must’ve overcome many trials to get stronger.

“I have multiple debts against you… Argh!”

“Raon!”

As Burren was about to walk towards him, the training ground’s door burst open and Runaan came running at him.
Burren was bounced back because of her charge.

“Raon, it’s been a while.”

Runaan nodded with her blank eyes, which were the exact same as a year ago.
However, unlike her eyes, her appearance had become more mature.
She looked so cold that it would be difficult to speak to her if he had met her for the first time.

Her prowess had also increased.
Sharpness and softness coexisted in her pressure, which was blooming on her shoulders.

“Take this!”

Runaan extended her hand, which was grasping a box.
It was the bead ice cream box.

Raon could only smile.
He realized once again that he was back home upon seeing that box.

Ooh! You are indeed the King of Essence’s first maid, the ice cream girl! What are you doing? Start eating it already!

Wrath was rubbing his sleepy eyes, his tongue wagging.

“I also brought something.”

Raon brought the box he had left in the locker room, handing it to Runaan.
It was an ice cream box that looked more sophisticated than hers.

“What is this?”

“It’s the new product I bought from the city.”

“Is it… Mine?”

“Yes.”

Since he kept receiving gifts from her, he figured he should pay her back at some point, so he decided to buy it in the city.

“Ah…”

Runaan’s jaw dropped and wouldn’t close as she accepted the box.
It looked like she never thought she would get something from him, since she kept giving things to him.

“Th-Thank you.”

The thin corners of Runaan’s lips were raised.
It was almost his first time seeing that smile.

“You are still… Argh!”

“Are you playing house or something?”

As Burren was trying to come back after he got pushed back, he was stepped on by Martha, who jumped over the wall and fell down.

“How old are you to be playing like that? Huh?”

Martha snorted, sweeping back her ebony hair.
She looked like noble royalty, but her speech was still so vulgar.

‘She got stronger, too.’

Martha’s prowess had increased even more than Burren and Runaan’s had.
Considering the fact that she was solely focused on power, without any fluidity, her personality must’ve not changed either.

“I had this feeling from before, but you guys ’ heads are filled with flowers…”

While Martha kept blabbering with a frown, he offered her a bead ice cream.

“Why are you…?”

“Try eating it.”

“…Ugh.”

Martha fidgeted, her expression even worse than when she was fighting, before taking one chocolate ice cream and stepping back.
Raon felt like he was feeding a wild animal.

“How do you like it?”

“I-It’s delici… No, it’s alright.”

She was turned away while eating the ice cream so that she wouldn’t show her face to him, but she couldn’t hide the way her earlobes turned slightly red.
She apparently liked it a lot.

“Mhm, mhm.”

Runaan also looked extremely happy as she put the bead ice cream in her mouth.

Stop giving it to others and eat one yourself! You also ended up eating cold food yesterday!

Wrath flailed his arms around as he spread coldness.
It looked like he was going to create a tidal wave of coldness if Raon didn’t do something.

‘Alright, alright.’

Raon nodded and looked at the ice cream.
As he was pondering over which one to eat among the four remaining ones, Wrath jumped on the spot and pointed at the blue ice cream.

Mint.
Chocolate! Eat the mint chocolate, no matter what!

‘……’

Raon’s head was filled with doubt that such a glutton could possibly be a demon king.

‘Haa…’

Raon sighed and put the mint chocolate in his mouth.
It wasn’t that good.
It had a refreshing feel to it, but he couldn’t understand why people ate it.

Hell yeah, this is life…

On the other hand, Wrath’s eyes were trembling like a drug addict’s as he grinned.

“Hmm, did you decide on your internship?”

Burren dusted off his clothes and stood up.
He had been knocked down and then stepped on, but his expression didn’t really change.
His personality was a lot softer than before.
It wasn’t just his might that got stronger.

“That’s obvious.
I will join my father.”

“Me, too.”

Martha and Runaan, who were eating ice cream, replied at once.

“I knew it.
I’m also going to the Central Martial Palace.
Then, where are you going?”

Hearing Burren’s question, Runaan and Martha stopped eating the ice creams and looked around.

“I…”

“Raon!”

“You’re really here!”

“Ahahaha! You haven’t changed at all.”

As Raon started to open his mouth, the door opened, and the other swordsmen flocked in.
As if they were trying to catch up with the year they’d been separated, they surrounded him and kept talking to him continuously.

Raon didn’t exactly like crowded places, but it actually didn’t feel that bad since he could see the faces he hadn’t seen in a long time, and he could feel their growth and delight.

Every swordsman of the fifth training ground was gathered, and they kept talking about various things with Raon in the middle of them.

Whoosh!

While they were having a fun time, Rimmer appeared along with a green wind, surging over the wall.

“Don’t you ever get tired? I told you to rest for today.”

“I just happened to come by.”

“I had a feeling that Raon would be here.”

“And he was actually here.”

The trainees laughed, looking at Rimmer, who shook his head.

“Huh? All forty-three of you are here.
Then, let’s finish things today.
I’m too lazy to come back tomorrow.”

After counting the trainees, Rimmer quickly nodded.

“What are we finishing?”

“Deciding on your internships.
That’s my last job.”

Although he was originally heading towards the locker room, he went up on the platform.

“I thought I was supposed to hand it in as a document tomorrow.”

“It’s too sloppy…”

“Is this your first time seeing me be sloppy? It’s not even the real Selection Ceremony, so just do it.
They won’t ask anything difficult of the interns, anyway.”

Rimmer waved his hand and dismissed their dissatisfaction.
He was definitely the laziest elf in the world.

“I’m going to call out the names of the organizations now, so raise your hand if you want it.
First of all, Operation Blade.”

He took out a crumpled paper from his back pocket and started calling out the names of Zieghart’s organizations, one by one.

“Pff!”

“Seriously, he does whatever he wants.”

“Well, I’ve already decided anyway.”

Even though the trainees were complaining, they still raised their hands when the organization they wanted was called.

Just as they said before, Runaan and Martha joined the division where their fathers were leading, and Dorian picked the Zephyr’s Flow, which was in charge of supplies.

As Rimmer kept calling out the names of organizations, Raon and Burren were the only ones left.

“Next up is the Central Martial Palace.”

“Yes!”

Burren raised his hand as soon as Central Martial Palace, led by Karoon Zieghart.

“Huh? Are you also joining them, Raon?”

“Gasp! Why would you?”

Rimmer and Burren’s eyes widened, since Raon was confidently raising his hand.

The guy that hates you is in the Central Martial Palace.
Why are you trying to join them?

Wrath tilted his head, unable to understand his actions.

‘Because the pain that doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger.’

Raon’s eyes were shining brightly.

He had decided on it as soon as he heard about the internships.

He would join the Central Martial Palace, which was managed by Karoon Zieghart—who hated him the most—and learn everything about their training methods.

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