The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

going to clash against the South-North Union?”

Glenn narrowed his eyes while resting his chin on his hand on the throne.

“Yes.
Whether the change in the Blue Lugh tribe is artificial or natural, the South-North Union is trying to take over the entire Gazel River.”

Roenn continued while looking at the report that the Shadow Agents had created.

“Since they must be planning to take over Yuin Village on top of Doran Village, they are bound to clash against the Light Wind squad.”

“Rimmer will take care of them.”

Glenn closed his eyes, showing his disinterest.

“Do you really think so? With Sir Rimmer’s current state?”

Roenn frowned, telling him to stop saying such nonsense.

“Ugh.”

Glenn grunted painfully and slowly opened his eyes.

“How long is that damn bastard planning to stay that way…?”

He sighed and shook his head.

“Anyway, young master Raon is currently leading the Light Wind squad, and since his opponent is Tyler Sayton, I’m expecting a frontal clash between them.”

Roenn licked his lips after taking a glance at the report.

“According to the report, Tyler isn’t actually a hero—he’s a fake.
A big fight will most likely occur between them, and they will try to kill each other.”

“That sounds about right.”

“The South-North Union is different from the White Blood Religion that doesn’t fear death.
Tyler is going to beg for his life by using the fact that he’s the disciple of the South-North Union’s boss.
How do you think Young Master Raon will react when that happens?”

“He will obviously slay him.”

Glenn immediately responded, as if there was nothing to think about.

“He’s my grandson and is inheriting my will.
There’s no way he would be afraid of such lowly fame.”

He laughed coldly, saying that it was obvious.

“What are you going to do if Young Master Raon is defeated by Tyler and returns with a serious injury?”

“I shall punish him for being weak.
And…”

Glenn clenched his fist with the hand that was grabbing the throne.

“Isn’t the location for the South-North Union’s main base already known?”

“What? Ah, yes.”

Roenn nodded.
Unlike Eden and the White Blood Religion’s main bases, which were hidden in the dark, the location for the South-North Union’s main base was roughly known already.

“I’ll erase the South-North Union.”

The pressure emerging from Glenn was powerful enough to crush the entire world to prove that he was serious about it.

“I knew my lord cherishes the young master the most, after all…”

“Ahem! It’s not because of R-Raon or the other kids.
I’m just paying them back for having underestimated Zieghart!”

Glenn shook his head in complete denial.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

Roenn’s lips twisted slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter.

“Then what did you mean earlier when you called Sir Raon your grandson who is inheriting your will?”

“Wh-When did I say that?”

“You said that.
You said that there was no way your grandson would ever do that because he is inheriting your will.”

“Ugh.”

“Huhu.”

A faint smile appeared on Roenn’s face as he watched the blushing Glenn.

‘Young master, please return quickly.
Your grandfather is eagerly waiting for you while only thinking about you.’

 

* * *

 

Rimmer chuckled while watching Tyler’s corpse sink beneath the river.

“It’s all over.”

All of the Blue Lughs had been rescued, the evil deeds of the South-North Union’s pirates had been revealed, and the death of the last remaining pirate—Tyler—put an end to the incident.
It was a perfect victory, without any casualties and only light injuries.

‘The Blue Lughs will recover soon enough.’

Once the Water God Stone was returned to the Blue Lughs, the Gazel River would return to the original color, and they would be able to return to their previous lifestyle.

‘They will need some time to forget the sadness, though.’

Obviously, that was only the materialistic and physical aspects.
The psychological aspect would need a lot more time to recover from.

Rimmer watched the Blue Lughs shedding tears from Tyler’s death for a while before turning his head.
Raon was holding Flumen’s shoulder to comfort him as he fell on his knees, crying loudly.

‘He said he would declare it as his domain.’

Raon said that he would declare Doran Village as his own domain if Zieghart refused to protect it.

That magnificent spirit and will was making Rimmer unconsciously clench his fist, his hair standing on end all over his body.

‘He’s similar.’

Raon and Glenn’s personalities were extremely similar, as if he were trying to prove that he was his grandson.
Actually, Raon tended to brute force things a bit more in a more detailed comparison.

Rimmer smiled brightly.

‘He’s too good to remain in a squad or a division.’

Raon’s personality and talent were closer to becoming the head of house than anyone else he’d seen in Zieghart so far.
Once he gained more experience, he could be expected to reach the sky by riding the Light Wind.

“Squad leader.”

Burren walked up to him as he watched Raon’s return.

“Hmm?”

“Can we also reach his level one day?”

That question wasn’t unique to Burren.
Martha, Runaan, and everyone in the Light Wind squad were staring at him.

“I’ll tell you honestly, since you already know that I don’t like flattery.
You can reach it one day.
However…”

Rimmer smiled while nodding his head.

“You shouldn’t try to catch up to Raon.
You should let him go ahead and learn while watching his back as you walk your own path.”

“Hmm…”

“You are already growing relatively fast even among the Six Kings.
One of the reasons for that is because you’ve accumulated various experiences from following Raon.
If you climb step by step, you shall be able to reach even higher than his current level.”

“Th-Thank you.”

“I’ll do my best!”

Although it was just an honest answer that wasn’t intended to give them hope, the expressions of every Light Wind member turned bright upon hearing him.

That hope was created by none other than Raon himself.
It was a bit funny to admit, but Raon was truly a born leader.

“Tsk.”

“Mhm…”

Martha frowned slightly, and Runaan simply blinked, but Rimmer left them alone since they always did that.

Rimmer smiled softly while watching the Light Wind swordsmen, who were looking at Raon.

‘It will be even more interesting in the future.
My latter years aren’t going to be boring.’

 

* * *

 

Splash!

Wet footsteps could be heard as Raon and Flumen boarded the ship.

“The fight here is also over.”

Raon chuckled while looking at the deck, where not a single pirate remained.

“You are the one who finished too late.”

Rimmer shrugged with his arms crossed.

He’s right.

Wrath emerged from the bracelet with a frown on his face, despite having been silent.

Why did you take so much time when you could’ve killed him faster and more easily?

He yawned, telling him that it was boring to watch such a low level fight.

“I wanted to test my new technique.”

Raon smiled faintly and tapped his sword.

‘And I had another reason.’

Another reason?

‘Yes.
Because I get better rewards if the fight is more difficult.’

He would’ve been able to defeat Tyler faster and more easily, just like Wrath said, if he was fully focused on winning.

However, he managed to create a new swordsmanship after completely destroying all of the martial arts Tyler had learned instead of simply defeating him.
The rewards that he was going to receive were bound to be a lot bigger.

A-Are you telling me you took your time to increase the rewards from the system?

‘I didn’t take my time.
I made the fight more difficult.’

You sneaky bastard! Do you think the stats are coming from nowhere? They are the King of Essence’s belongings!

‘I know.’

Since Raon was obviously aware of it, he simply nodded.

You are truly evil.
You are the real fiend in this story!

‘That might be true.’

Kuaah! I want to kill you! I really want to kill you!

Raon kept responding like a sly fox, and Wrath ended up screaming while shivering violently.

“Raon.”

As Raon was making fun of Wrath, Rimmer came up to him and extended his hand.

“You should give it to me now.”

“Give what?”

“You are supposed to give me the gold coins.”

“I already gave them to you, though.”

“Huh? When?”

“You must’ve gotten the gold coins and jewels when you were stealing the Water God Stone.”

Raon tilted his head while pointing under the deck.

“H-How did you know that…?”

Rimmer’s jaw dropped.
He even forgot that he should’ve been trying to lie to Raon.

“It’s obvious, since they are pirates.”

“No, but that’s an exception.
You promised that you would personally give me money!”

“I simply said gold coins.”

“Huh?”

Drool was flowing from Rimmer’s dropped jaw.

‘That’s true.’

Raon really said ‘gold coins’ back then.
He never mentioned that he would personally give them to him.

“Y-You are a devil!”

You fiend!

One elf and one demon king were screaming in despair over the same person.

“Well, since our job is over, let’s wrap it up.
To begin with, we should destroy this ship…”

Raon was about to command the swordsmen while ignoring the two of them when the loud sound of a ship resounded from the north.

Vrrr!

A huge and majestic black ship has appeared, plowing through the rough waves of the Rable River.

“Why is that ship here…?”

Rimmer’s eyes widened upon noticing the black ship.

“What is that?”

“The Misfortune.”

Raon could hear him swallow nervously.

“It’s the second warship of South-North Union, the Misfortune.”