The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

h while looking into the air.
Dorian couldn’t hear the sound, but he could tell that Raon was really talking to someone, judging from how his mouth was moving.

“Do you really want to know?”

Raon turned his head with a faint smile on his face.
He apparently finished talking to that unknown person.

“What?”

“I’m asking if you really want to know.”

“E-Erm…”

“He said that he can show himself for a moment if you really want to see him.
But you should consider it carefully.”

“Ugh…”

Because of the way he put it, he wanted to puke from the nausea, and he kept swallowing a crazy amount of saliva.

“Th-That’s okay.
Ignorance is bliss sometimes.
Haha!”

Dorian smiled awkwardly and violently shook his head.
He had the feeling that he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he saw it.

“Okay?”

Raon chuckled, talking to thin air once again before he advanced.

‘Argh, it’s a ghost! I’m sure it’s the ghost of someone who died here!’

That was the only way!

Dorian took a desk made from a holy white tree that supposedly has the power to chase away ghosts from his pocket.

He raised the desk on top of his head to wave it like a fan as he followed behind Raon.

‘Go away!’

‘Go away, ghosts!’

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[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

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Martha frowned, opening the restaurant’s door.
The first team of the Light Wind was gathered around a large table at the deepest part of the room.
She examined the expressions on the faces of the swordsmen as soon as she sat at the table. 

“It looks like no one managed to find it.”

“Yes…”

“There were elixirs to increase the amount of aura, but no one had even heard of an elixir that could fix the energy center.”

“There were no books of martial arts to fix the broken energy center either.”

“The artifact shop didn’t have anything either.
They said that it must be extremely rare, if something like that even exists…”

The swordsmen sighed and shook their heads.

“I knew it.”

Martha snorted coldly.

“We can’t get something so rare even if we look for it.”

They ran to the aquapolis Dudan without even sleeping, but they couldn’t find anything that could help Rimmer recover.

She was aware that it was a difficult task, but she started to feel sick from anxiety because she couldn’t even find a clue.

“Haa!”

“Damn it…”

The other swordsmen must’ve been thinking the same thing as they groaned.

“Still.”

Martha hit the table with her hand.
It was a light gesture, but everyone’s hearts pounded upon hearing it.

“We will find it.”

A clear light was glowing from her black eyes like a black pearl.

“Raon must be currently breaking through the dungeon with all his might.
You know how he is, but he must be solely focused on getting the elixir, unaware of his own injuries.”

“Hmm…”

“He would totally do that.”

The swordsmen closed their mouths tightly and nodded.

“Compared to what he’s doing, our task is easier than breathing.
We will find it at all costs, even if it means we have to turn this entire city upside down, or even search the entire continent.”

“Yes!”

The swordsmen grasped the hilts of their swords and nodded.

“Ah, erm…”

The team’s vice leader, Yeddi, raised her hand slightly.

“What’s up?”

“I heard that an auction is going to be held tomorrow…”

“An auction?”

“Yes.
But the problem is that there are going to be extremely classified and valuable items in the auction, and they are only going to allow the important people from each organization to participate.”

“Important people…”

Martha frowned.

“Are you implying that the title of Light Wind’s team leader is not going to be enough?”

“It might be enough, but it’s also possible that they will refuse, considering the people who participated in the previous auction.”

“Then can I participate as the youngest daughter of the Wisdom Palace Master,  Denier Zieghart?”

“Ah…”

Yeddi swallowed nervously before she nodded.

“Th-That should work.
But…”

Martha had an extreme hatred for borrowing the name of her house or organization, but she especially hated borrowing the name of her father, Denier.
Since she’d always been stating her own name and nothing else, her statement was completely unexpected.

“Everyone’s working so hard, so my pride doesn’t matter at this point.”

Martha smiled coldly as she stood up.

“You should prepare.
We are going to participate in that auction tomorrow evening.”

She clenched her fist.

‘We have to find it at all costs.’

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[We are about to reach the sixth cavern.
That’s the last cavern, and my laboratory is located beneath it.]

Lohengreen turned his head in the middle of climbing down a secret passage.

[The ones who came before you are currently fighting each other in that cavern.]

“I can feel it.”

Raon nodded while looking down.
Powerful energies were clashing against each other right under the passage.

[Since we came this way, we have to pass through the cavern.]

Lohengreen lowered his head, saying that there was no other way.

“It’s okay.”

Raon smiled faintly and shook his head.

“If the laboratory is right underneath it, it would be better to properly take care of them before we go.”

Even if they could secretly pass through the cavern, they were most likely going to be disturbed since the laboratory was located right underneath it.

Since he needed to solve the problem with Lohengreen’s lingering attachment on top of getting the items, it was better to properly drive out the enemies before he went.

“By any chance, is it possible to see who is inside the cavern before we go?”

[Hmm… I don’t have much power remaining for me, but that much should be doable.]

Lohengreen drew a circle in the air, and a round crystal ball appeared to show them the inside.

Raon came up right next to Lohengreen and checked what was going on inside the cavern.
The rotating crystal ball allowed him to see in all directions.

‘So it was them after all.’

He could see familiar faces.
They were the Balkar Kingdom’s magicians that he met in the neutral city Porvan.
He could see Salaman ’s squad leader Morell and his disciple Inield, who was previously beaten up by himself.

‘It’s only natural.’

Balkar’s main force consisted of magicians instead of knights.
Since it was one of the two forces most interested in magic among the Six Kings, Raon expected them to be there.

‘And the bitch princess is also there.’

It was his third encounter with Princess Jayna, and Zatice was also there.
He was the knight that was the only one Raon took a liking to.

‘And the ones next to them are from small and medium sized groups.’

The warriors gathered in a circle next to the magicians seemed to be a part of a union of different groups.
It didn’t look like they were fighting against the people from Balkar.

‘And on the opposite side…’

A tall and slant-eyed middle-aged man was standing in a tilted posture on the opposite side of Balkar.
The four balls engraved on his snow white coat signified that he was the fourth apostle of White Blood Religion.

‘I knew an apostle would be there.’

Since a bishop was guarding the first cavern, finding an apostle further below was to be expected.

‘Is he an archbishop?’

An old woman with gray hair was leaning on her cane next to the apostle, and she had an outstanding pressure around her.
Raon could feel that her prowess was no less than the archbishop he met in Provan.

‘And…’

Raon turned the crystal ball to the side of White Blood Religion for the last time.
Assassins clad in black leather armor with a mask on their faces could be found.

‘I didn’t expect to see them here again.’

Shadows.

Raon gasped as soon as he saw the emotionless eyes of the masked men.
Derus Robert, that greedy bastard, must’ve sent the shadows from the closest branch as soon as he learned about the dungeon.

‘A 2vs2 situation.’

It looked like Balkar was working with the union of smaller groups, and the White Blood Religion and the shadows were temporarily cooperating with each other.

‘It’s not exactly balanced, though.’

Although the apostle and Morell were equal in strength, there were way more White Blood Fanatics and shadows, which put the Balkar side at an overall disadvantage.

In fact, while he was observing the situation, the union of smaller groups was losing their members one by one—tilting the balance into the White Blood Religion’s favor.

Whir!

The Blade of Requiem resonated violently upon feeling the apostle’s pressure surging from below.

‘Are you asking me to keep my promise?’

Raon remembered that he told it before that he’d let it taste an apostle’s blood next time.

‘I might be able to do it now…’

Raon slowly warmed his hand up.
Glacier’s coldness was covering the entire dungeon.

If he hid his presence with that energy and hid his murderous intent behind the enemy’s, it would be possible to assassinate them.

‘However, before that…’

There was one thing he needed to confirm.

“Is there any way to keep those people inside the cavern?”

Raon pointed at the crystal ball that was showing the cavern.

[Since I have a pretty decent trap installed in there, it just needs to be activated.
However, I don’t currently have the power to control that trap.
Maintaining this is all I can do.
I’m sorry.]

“In that case, I’ll give it to you.”

[A-Are you giving your coldness to me?]

“We are pretty much brothers, since we worship the same god.”

Raon looked at the confused Lohengreen kindly.

God? Did you just say god?

Wrath suddenly stood up even though he was lying down once he got tired of shouting.

You don’t even treat the King of Essence as a human being! God? Say that again after you stop treating him like a dog! Divine punishment shall befall upon you!

He shouted with a hoarse voice.

[Haha, I’m really thankful for your consideration.]

Lohengreen rejoiced that he could finally feel the coldness coming from his god that he hadn’t had for such a long time, unaware of Wrath’s feelings.

Argh! Four eyes! Don’t let him deceive you! That bastard is a leech who is taking advantage of the King of Essence!

‘Shut up please.’

Raon’s eyes turned serious as he listened to the loud screams coming from Wrath.
A dark light seeped into his bright red eyes, like a rain cloud covering the sun.

‘I shall return to my original occupation for the first time in a long time.’

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