The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

me…”

She only said that because of that damn Raon bastard, right?

He was happy because her attention had returned.
He’d figured that she finally got tired of Raon, but that wasn’t the case.
Runaan had actually become a complete believer of Raon’s words.

“God daaaamn it!”

Rokan shouted towards the sky.

“I’m going to kill myself.”

He grasped the sword’s hilt with a vacant expression on his face, as if he had given up on everything.

“I just want to die!”

“Uaaah!”

“Stop him!”

“Grab him!”

House Sullion’s swordsmen, who had been watching the situation, quickly ran up to him and grabbed his four limbs.

“Let me go! I can’t live like this! How could a punk like him influence my cute and lovely Runaan?!”

The swordsmen got swept away by Rokan’s enraged movements.

“Th-The mistress! Call the mistress!”

“Yes!”

Since only one person was capable of stopping him, the swordsman closest to the mansion started to run towards the mansion swiftly.

“Damn handsome.”

Runaan kept swinging her sword while murmuring the words she’d learned from Encia, not caring about what was happening around her.

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[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

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One week had passed since Raon learned the Sound Fragrance Art.

The principles of the Sound Fragrance Art became the line connecting aura and sound to their killing potential, and he became capable of stopping a low-rank swordsman’s movements with a single footstep.

Raon prepared to draw his sword and controlled the Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation’s energy.
He raised the wrist of the hand that was grabbing the hilt slightly, drawing Heavenly Drive.

Whir!

Friction appeared between the blade and the scabbard, and the thunderous sound of sword resonance spread out at the same time.

Bam!

The soundwave spreading out in an instant created a huge wave in the lake in front of him.
A deep cavity appeared at the center of the lake, as if a magic explosion had occurred, before spouting the blue stream of water up like a fountain.

“Hmm…”

Raon narrowed his eyes while watching the water drops falling down like rain.

‘It’s not enough.’

He got somewhat used to incorporating aura and killing power into sound through the Sound Fragrance Art, but he wasn’t getting much progress beyond that.

Haa, it’s enough! What do you even mean, ‘it’s not enough’?

Wrath popped out while covering his ears because Raon was too noisy.

I haven’t been able to sleep for a whole week because of you.
Please, stop it already!

‘I’m sorry.’

Raon inclined his head towards Wrath.
Even though Wrath was just a tenant, Raon immediately apologized since it was the minimum courtesy to be had.

The King of Essence can tell that your current technique is on the same line as that old man’s demonstration.
Since your lack of proficiency should be resolved over time, please stop and sleep already!

‘Ah! I see.’

Raon clapped his hands and grabbed the hilt once again.

Nooooo! You just said.
‘I see’! Why are you holding your sword?

‘I understood what I was lacking.’

You are a demon!

Raon drew Heavenly Drive while ignoring Wrath’s scream.
The sound created from friction advanced to slash the lake diagonally with the aura’s support.

‘I did it!’

He’d made the sound and aura even faster by mixing the principles of swift sword into the principles of the Sound Fragrance Art.

Raon unconsciously smiled, since it was his first success at incorporating a swordsmanship’s principles into sound.

What the hell?!

Wrath also realized that fact and his jaw dropped.

H-How did you do that so quickly…?

‘You gave me a hint.’

Huh?

‘It’s a difference in proficiency.
Since I’m more proficient with a sword than the Sound Fragrance Art, I focused more on swordsmanship than sound.’

He’d increased the speed of sound and aura by drawing the mental image of shooting an extremely fast sword aura.
The success was all thanks to Wrath’s hint about proficiency and his mention of how mental image could solve all problems.

“Thank you.”

Raon waved his hand at Wrath with a grin on his face.

Ah, it was the King of Essence… The King of Essence’s mouth did it…

Wrath smacked his own mouth and sank to the ground.

‘Next up.’

Since he managed to incorporate the principles of swiftness into sound, he wanted to try heaviness next.
He grabbed his hilt once again with that goal in mind.

“Young master.”

Judiel’s voice could be heard from behind him when he was about to draw his sword.

“I brought some snacks.”

She said, placing a food tray on the table.
However, there was a thin piece of paper placed under the cake’s plate.

“Thank you.”

Raon wiped his hand with a handkerchief before sitting at the table.
He drank a cup of tea before opening the booklet placed underneath.

“The Gambling Monster was originally part of Zieghart’s direct line and one of the elders, but his current affiliation is obscure.”

Judiel’s eyes became serious.

“Obscure?”

“Yes.
I didn’t know about it either, since it happened a long time ago, but he apparently gained freedom through some kind of negotiation with the head of house.
Even though he currently has the Zieghart name, he doesn’t exactly belong to Zieghart.”

“That’s why he was able to travel throughout the continent as he wished.”

Raon nodded while turning the page.
There were countless stories about his strange actions as he traveled throughout the continent with his excellent skills in gambling, drinking, and martial arts.

‘And the Promise of Three is the best among them.’

The most famous story was the Promise of Three, and it was a promise that the Gambling Monster would grant any wish of the person who gained his acknowledgment in terms of gambling, drinking, and martial arts.

Countless people challenged it, yet no one had ever succeeded, and the Gambling Monster was still looking for victims to make fun of.

“I didn’t know there was such a strange person in Zieghart.”

He couldn’t understand at all why he returned to the house after going through all the trouble to leave.
The booklet didn’t mention anything about it, either.

“That is still unknown, since the Gambling Monster doesn’t tend to reveal his personal stories.
He usually likes to travel around, but he’s currently staying for a relatively long period of time here.”

“I know the reason for that.
Of course he would want to stay here with the doormat elf periodically offering money for free.”

Raon chuckled.
He would also want to stay here forever if the doormat elf came to give all of his money every time he got his salary—or, rather, every time he got any kind of money.

“Is the young master planning to achieve the Promise of Three with the Gambling Monster?”

“Yes.
I need to take back the money because he took too much.”

“Gambling is a problem, but the Gambling Monster is extremely good at drinking.
To my knowledge, the young master has never even had a drink before.
I’m sure he will realize it if you are planning to remove the alcohol with aura.”

Judiel frowned in worry.

“Don’t worry about that.
I never get drunk.”

Raon shook his hand.
In fact, his confidence wasn’t based on his high alcohol tolerance.

‘I have the Ring of Fire.’

One of the Ring of Fire’s effects kept his body and mind in peak condition.
Since even Glenn was unable to discover about the Ring of Fire, there was no way the Gambling Monster would realize its effect.

‘Drinking isn’t a problem.’

The result was pretty much decided if he competed against the Gambling Monster, since while the Ring of Fire would keep cleansing his body, the intoxication would keep piling up little by little for the Gambling Monster.

The gambling was the same, since there was no way he would lose with the pushover—or rather, the demon king—next to him.

‘The real problem is…’

The martial arts.

He needed to gain his recognition on the third bet, which was martial arts, in order to ask him to grant his wish.

‘I’m far from being enough.’

Raon placed the teacup down and stood up.
He had Wrath for gambling, and the Ring of Fire for drinking, but he didn’t have anything for martial arts.
All he could do was improve himself through training.

Raon returned to the lake and drew his sword.
A thunderous noise burst from the silver blade to crush the center of the lake.

Judiel bowed at Raon, then silently stepped back to leave.

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Three weeks later.

Raon was still standing in front of the lake.
He was completely immobile as he looked down on the lake for a long time.
He almost looked like he was appreciating the scenery.

He nodded and placed his hand on his sword’s hilt.
It looked like he had finally made up his mind.
The moment his eyes glowed in a different color, his hand flowed like a cloud.

Shring.

The sword was drawn.
Unlike the creepy sound of friction that previously took place, the smooth sound of cutting through tofu advanced alongside a refined sword resonance.

The sharp blade produced a clear sound into the world, but nothing changed.
There were nothing more than small ripples on the lake, created by a gentle wind.

Raon’s expression didn’t change in the slightest as he returned Heavenly Drive to its scabbard. 

At that moment—

Baam!

A huge explosion occurred from the center of the lake, and the water spurted high enough to reach the clouds.

“I did it.”

Raon tapped on his scabbard and smiled.
He had just succeeded in using the principle of compression.
It was a new special technique consisting of compressing the aura sound to create a huge explosion by using the sound compression method mentioned in the Sound Fragrance Art’s application.

He managed to incorporate the swordsmanship’s principle into the martial art of sound through his sleepless training for the past three weeks, and he got used to the new principle he’d learned.
He unconsciously clenched his fist, as he felt like his efforts finally bore fruit.

I’m seriously bored to death.

Wrath emerged from the bracelet like smoke.
His eyes were slightly bloodshot as he looked up.

Aren’t you getting bored after repeating the same thing every day?

‘I’m having fun though.’

There was no way he would be bored when he could feel his progress every day.
He was just having so much fun.

Please move on now! Gambling, drinking, or whatever—just finish them quickly and offer some ice cream to the King of Essence!

‘You don’t need to tell me.
I was planning to go anyway.’

Raon nodded.
Even though he wouldn’t be able to defeat the Gambling Monster, he was completely confident that he could gain his recognition.
Raon took the outer garment he had hung on a chair and went towards the annex building.

But where did all the money that you’ve been raking in so far go? Don’t you need that money to gamble against him?

Wrath curiously tilted his head.

‘I have it in my wallet.’

Wallet? But you don’t bring a wallet around with you.

‘I called it, so it should be here soon enough.’

A-Are you telling me that a wallet is coming? What kind of madness…?

“Ah, over there.”

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Raon raised his finger and pointed towards the garden.

“Vice-squad leader!”

Dorian was running towards him while waving his hand.
He’d gained some weight during the rest period.

“It’s over there.
He’s my wallet.”

Raon grinned, while looking at Dorian’s belly pocket.

Huh…

Wrath shook his head at Raon as he casually called a human being his wallet.

Is he seriously human?

He definitely looked like he should be in Devildom instead…

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