The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

CH 161

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p one day, Urek tapped the door with the back of his hand.

“Enter.”

Before the second knocking sound, a solemn voice could be heard from inside, telling him to enter.
Urek caught his breath and slowly opened the door.

Whir.

As soon as he opened the door, streams of threatening atmosphere assaulted him.
Feeling like his skin dry up, Urek swallowed nervously and knelt.

“G-Greeting the palace master!”

Since Karoon enjoyed formalities that Glenn didn’t, he waited until Urek finished his polite bow before nodding at him.

“Stand up.”

“Ah, yes!”

Because Karoon’s voice was filled with anger, Urek grasped his pounding chest and stood.

“Report.”

Goosebumps appeared in his skin from hearing that.
Karoon was telling him to describe everything that happened without missing a single detail.

“I-I wrote up a report about it.”

“I was to hear it from your mouth.”

Karoon took a glance at Urek’s report and placed it on the desk.

“U-Understood.
In the beginning, I followed the palace master’s orders and tried to figure out Raon’s abilities…”

Urek described what happened with Raon while bending his back like an old man to look as pitiful as possible.

He added that he followed the order from time to time, and that Reff acted on his own accord to emphasize that it was mostly not his fault.

“…And he is now resting after leaving the first cave.”

A frightening glow appeared in Karoon’s eyes upon hearing that Raon held out inside the first cave.

“F-Fortunately, I was able to complete the palace master’s orders.
His strength and agility are at the level of a troll, and he can even defeat a highest rank Expert by using aura.
Although he hasn ’t become a Master yet, he is undoubtedly going to face the wall soon.”

Urek continued, trying to read Karoon’s mood.

“Because of the fact that he held out inside the first cave where the mana is distorted, it can be deduced that one of the techniques he learned has a special ability.
It wouldn’t be wise to use formations that twist mana or cause dizziness against him.”

Karoon remained silent, his eyes shining faintly.
It looked like he agreed with him.

“And this is the important part.
He has a weakness.”

“Weakness?”

Karoon opened his mouth for the first time, despite having stayed quiet the entire time.

“Yes!”

Urek figured it was his opportunity and quickly nodded.

“He got frostbite during the spar against Holline, although he was only exposed to a small amount of ice.
Since his hand was still red when I saw him in the cave, he must be extremely weak against ice.”

“Ice, huh…?”

“Everyone forgot about it by now, but Raon’s mana circuit was originally blocked by ice.
We can use this as a deadly dagger against him for sure.”

Since Karoon was interested, Urek took a step towards him and clenched his fist.

“We should be able to get rid of him with a small cost by using ice.”

“Indeed.”

The uncomfortable murderous intent stopped coming from Karoon.
Urek could feel that his back was drenched in sweat, but he realized he managed to survive.

“What shall we do about him now?”

“Let him be without doing anything.”

Karoon lightly shook his hand.

“Since he defeated Holline, we need at least a Master to neutralize him.
But if we do send a Master to him, people will only end up insulting us and claiming that we are using power against a seventeen-year-old boy.
Just let him be, since there’s not much time left.
He’s not going to live a long life anyway.”

“An excellent decision.”

Urek had reached the same conclusion, but he still praised Karoon.
He was actually impressed that Karoon made a calm judgment despite his anger.

“However, you should still make preparations.”

“By preparations, you mean…”

“We are going to need a scapegoat to take the blame after he becomes crippled.”

“Ah!”

“Eden—no, Balder might be a good candidate.”

A frightening glow appeared in Karoon’s eyes.
It seemed he would even sacrifice his younger brother for his plan.

“I-I’ll try making the plan.”

Goosebumps appeared on Urek’s limbs in his terror as he bowed.

“Ah, and the last young master went to the fifth cave…”

“Don’t speak about him.”

Karoon firmly shook his hand.

“I thought he got a bit stronger, but his eyes were completely ruined.”

“Uh…”

Urek shuddered, as he didn’t expect him to say that.

“I couldn’t see any spite or evil in him.
I was planning to raise him, since he was slightly talented, but a weak guy like that with a meek mind isn’t worth my attention.”

“Th-Then, during the Selection Ceremony…”

“Yes, I have no intention of choosing him.
Get rid of him, just like the third and the fourth.”

“……”

‘Just like the third and the fourth’ meant that there was no place for Burren in the Central Martial Palace.
Urek couldn’t understand his decision, but Karoon was the god in that place, and he had no choice but to follow his orders.

“Take care of the idiots that yielded to Raon’s sloppy provocation as well.”

“Understood.”

Urek politely bowed, then left the office.

‘He is so cold-hearted that it’s scary…’

But that also meant that he was worthy of his devotion.

* * *

Raon wanted to become the King of Destruction once again, but outside of the first day, he was unsuccessful.
No one was trying to pick a fight with him anymore, and they didn’t yield to his provocations, either.

Urek and Reff stopped him from ‘accidentally’ destroying equipment, but the powerhouses like the division leader, the vice-division leader, and the squad leader were nowhere to be seen.

He wasted his time by destroying some property while pretending to train, and five days passed in no time—putting an end to his internship.

“You’ve worked hard for the last month, and in the future…”

Raon narrowed his eyes, looking at Reff as he gave some lame speech from the platform.

‘He’s smart.’

Karoon must’ve realized that there was no point in fighting him and ordered the swordsmen of the Central Martial Palace to completely ignore him.

‘That’s a nice way of handling it.’

A Master level warrior such as the division leader, division vice-leader, or squad leader were necessary to deal with him, and they would only be humiliated upon defeat while having nothing to gain from victory.
The way Karoon stopped everyone from making anything happen was a good method.

‘Well, I did everything I wanted to do.’

The damage he inflicted to the Central Martial Palace could be roughly estimated to 15,000gold, and he managed to beat up more than twenty swordsmen—a lot more.
He had no regrets, as he had inflicted enough damage and gained enough of a reputation.

Raon was curious about the face Karoon was making, but he didn’t show up until the end.
What a narrow-minded guy.

You must’ve enjoyed blowing off the steam by destroying as much as you pleased.

Wrath shook his head, murmuring that it was such an awful thing to do.

“…Please become a respectful swordsman of Zieghart using what you learned here.”

Reff finally finished his boring speech, and the few swordsmen present applauded.
Of course, the round of applause was directed at Buren instead of Raon.

“Are you returning immediately?”

Burren turned his head and asked his question.

“Yes.
There’s nothing left to do here.”

“Then let’s talk for a bit.”

He pointed at the small training ground, gesturing for him to follow.
Raon nodded and followed him.

“I know that you hate my father.”

Burren turned around and leaned his back against the wall at the end of the training ground.

“It’s natural that you’d be angry at my father, since he started it first.”

His eyes were extremely clear, despite his rough appearance.

“So, what are you trying to tell me? Do you want me to stop fighting him?”

Raon nonchalantly met Burren’s eyes.

“No, it’s only right for you to see it to the end, since you aren’t the one who started it.
However…”

While Raon was thinking that it was rather unexpected for him to say that, Burren continued.

“He is my father.
I still remember him personally giving me a training sword and teaching me swordsmanship when I was five years old.”

“……”

“My goal has always been to be recognized by my father.
I haven ’t managed it yet, but I’ll make him look back at me one day.”

“I see.”

Raon just nodded.
Just like him, who defended Sylvia when she was condemned by everyone in the house, Burren also seemed to consider the narrow-minded and petty Karoon an excellent father.

Everyone was different.
Raon would’ve been unable to understand that fact in his previous life, but since he had a lot more experience now, he could somewhat understand his feelings.

“That’s why I’ll stop you if you pick a fight with my father.
And I’ll do the same if it happens the other way around.”

“Other way around? Do you mean that you are going to stop your father if he tries to kill me?”

“Yes.”

Burren nodded resolutely.

“I don’t know what you think about me, but you are my rival and my benefactor.”

“You can forget about how I saved your life, though.”

“You did save my life, but I’m calling you my benefactor because you made me realize my stubbornness.
Please don’t ask me about that anymore, it’s embarrassing.”

Burren lowered his head.
The completely red earlobes showed his embarrassment.
Raon didn’t feel too bad about being called a benefactor, probably because he shared similarities with him.

“Anyway, I’ll stop the fight between you two.
Mark my words, and properly prepare for the Selection Ceremony! Many people will try to scout you!”

After saying that, he even used footwork to quickly leave the training ground.

Those shitty eyes don ’t look that great without spite.

Wrath snorted in displeasure.
He used to dislike him for being arrogant, but now he didn’t like him for not being arrogant anymore.
It was truly difficult to satisfy a demon king’s tastes.

Raon licked his lips as he watched Burren get further away.
It was too bad for Burren, but he had no intention of leaving Karoon alone.

In fact, even if he left him alone, Karoon would be the first one to strike.
Their relationship was bound to come to an end one day.

With Karoon’s death.

* * *

Apple meat pie, pineapple cookie, pineapple…

Raon was returning to the annex building with Wrath, who was singing about what he wanted to eat.

“Hmm?”

A tall, middle-aged man was standing on the central road, which used to be empty until just a moment ago.

With broad shoulders, his angular chin gave him a manly impression.
And the pressure emanating from him was imposing enough to send chills down the spine.

He was a Master, and he’d reached that level a long time ago.
Such a powerful warrior walked towards him with shining blue eyes.

“I’m Ayad, the leader of the White Lotus Division.
I’ll get straight to the point, Raon Zieghart.
Join the White Lotus Division and become my sword.”

“I don’t want to.”

Raon immediately shook his head.

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“…Huh?”

Although Ayad looked like he would never be surprised, he lost his composure in an instant.

“Asking me to become your sword as soon as we meet is too sudden.”

“B-But I heard you like getting straight to the point?”

He slightly tilted his chin in confusion.

“I like being straightforward towards others, but I don’t like others being straightforward with me.”

Raon shrugged, gesturing that it was obvious.