The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 871:

“Ha….”

Raon let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the floor of the lair, which was covered entirely with gold bars.

‘No wonder it felt like there was no empty space.’

Since the ground beneath was completely filled with gold bars, it was only natural that even his senses couldn’t find any hidden treasures.

‘To think he laid out gold bars as flooring and slept on them… This is ridiculous.’

‘He’s simply built different from people.’

He himself had gathered enough wealth to last a lifetime, yet before the field of gold bars laid out by Matirus, he could only feel small. He was nothing more than a firefly under the moonlight.

“Crazy….”

Martha gasped as she stared at the gold bars.

“The entire floor was made of gold? Just how much did he pile up here!”

She frowned, saying she never could have imagined something like this.

“I never thought I’d see a mountain of gold bars with my own eyes. It’s impossible to even calculate how much this is….”

Burren let out a breath as he grabbed a gold bar the size of his forearm. Even he, who usually saw wealth as nothing more than rocks, seemed amazed.

“How many ice creams is this?”

Runaan, uninterested in the gold bars themselves, could only think about ice cream. Having gone several days without any, she seemed to miss it greatly.

“Ah, it’s not about how many ice creams, you could buy every single ice cream shop on the continent and still have some left over!”

Krein’s jaw dropped at the amount, his chin trembling.

– This… It’s strange for this king to say, but….

Wrath shook his head as he watched Runaan, who was licking her lips.

– Doesn’t the ice cream girl seem a bit odd?

‘…….’

He couldn’t help but smile, finding it odd that Wrath was only realizing this now.

“Uhehehehe!”

Dorian burst into a bizarre laugh as he looked at the gold bar flooring he had found.

“Supplies! A supply of money! I can fill anything!”

With his eyes rolling back halfway, he started juggling three gold bars.

“Wh-why is everyone crazy?”

Krein pressed himself against the wall, muttering that there wasn’t a single normal person in the Light Wind Division. (T/N: Up to this point, I think Krein is the only normal higher-ranked member on their division lol.)

“Well then….”

Raon picked up a gold bar bigger than his head like a club and approached Bobor, the goblin guardian of Matirus.

“How about you explain now?”

He smiled chillingly, as if warning the gold bar wouldn’t stay still if Bobor said anything foolish.

“Uh, um….”

Bobor rolled his eyes, then fell to his knees.

“I’m sorry!”

He immediately admitted his fault, bowing his head. If he hadn’t, Raon would have smashed his head in, but he was quick on the uptake.

“Where exactly do the gold bars stretch from and to?”

“T-they’re laid out over this entire space where Lord Matirus sleeps.”

Bobor, already terrified, replied immediately.

“This entire space….”

Raon whistled as he looked at the part of the floor that hadn’t been broken yet.

If Bobor was telling the truth, it meant gold bars were even laid at the entrance. Smiling at the harvest beyond his imagination, his lips curled up on their own.

“What about the rest?”

He tossed the gold bar in the air and caught it, tilting his head.

“Uh….”

Bobor swallowed dryly, meeting Raon’s gaze.

‘Can I fool him?’

Of course, this lair wasn’t only stacked with gold bars.

There were also hidden jewels and treasures, but he didn’t want to hand them over to the human who killed Matirus.

“Uh, I….”

Bobor tried to look as pitiful as possible, rubbing his hands together.

“I smell something! This isn’t all gold bars!”

The green-haired human started sniffing everywhere like a dog.

‘Th-that one!’

That plump, green-haired human was the monster who had found gold bars in the floor that even the scary blond human hadn’t discovered.

Just seeing his twisted eyes made Bobor’s heart feel like it would leap out of his chest.

“It’s not the floor….”

The green-haired human sniffed the ground, then pressed himself to the wall like a dog.

His nose started getting closer to Matirus’s secret space.

“It’s definitely this way….”

“Hik!”

As Dorian’s eyes shone fiercely, chills ran down Bobor’s spine.

“T-that! Over there!”

Bobor hurried his short legs to point to Matirus’s vault before Dorian could get to it.

“That’s the lizard’s vault!”

The goblin moved faster than anyone to save himself.

“Young master! Is this the spot?”

Dorian nodded vigorously at the wall Bobor pointed to. He even changed how he addressed Raon and licked his lips.

– That, that wallet is scary today too? His eyes are rolling!

Wrath trembled, as if feeling fear toward Dorian for the first time.

‘Me too….’

Raon swallowed dryly and opened his eyes.

“The word ‘lizard’ just saved your life.”

“Y-yes!”

Raon walked past Bobor and looked at the wall he indicated.

‘This side is packed, too.’

Even behind the wall called the vault, the space was completely filled, so there wasn’t anything suspicious.

“How did you find this place?”

He motioned to Dorian, baffled.

“It smells. The smell of supplies!”

Dorian muttered incomprehensibly about the smell of supplies.

It seemed his Mind’s Eye had awakened a strange sense.

“Hmm….”

Raon shook his head, then struck the wall with his fist.

Kuwaaaaaang!

Though he didn’t use much strength, his physical abilities had grown so much that the lair’s wall collapsed entirely.

Kugugugugugu!

From behind the falling debris, a cascade of dazzling jewels poured out. Jewels fell on top of the gold bars, radiating an even more brilliant light.

“Th-the wall was filled with jewels, too?”

“What nonsense. He was a dragon full of greed.”

Martha and Burren let out hollow laughs, unable to believe it.

“There are swords and weapons, too.”

Runaan, uninterested in jewels or gold bars, let her eyes shine at the weapons in between.

“He acted so high and mighty, but he was just a lizard no different from a crow.”

Krein kicked a gold bar, muttering that it was disgusting.

“Oh! Is this the Balrax gem that was thought lost? And this emerald isn’t just any emerald—it’s dwarven-made!”

Dorian gave an unsolicited explanation, panting with excitement over the jewels.

“At this rate….”

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the sea of gold bars on the floor and the wave of jewels pouring down.

‘No need to worry about war supplies now.’

Though continent’s artisans and dwarves were proud and not easily swayed by money, with this much wealth, he could probably buy even their pride.

‘Not just the Light Wind Division, but I might be able to give every Zieghart swordsman a sword made from dragon bones.’

With the corpses of three dragons and the funds in this lair, it seemed possible.

“D-Division Leader….”

Dorian drooled as he looked at Raon, like an addict in withdrawal.

“…Take it.”

“Yes, sir!”

As Raon gestured with his hand, Dorian’s eyes lit up with joy as he began pouring gold bars and jewels into his belly pouch.

“Uhehehehe!”

Shoving the jewels in with a bizarre laugh, Dorian looked like a true madman.

“Is it really okay to leave him like that?”

“He’s definitely insane….”

“That’s creepy!”

Even Martha stepped back from Dorian’s madness.

“Well then….”

Raon approached Bobor again with a bright smile.

“Where’s the other vault?”

“T-there isn’t one. This really is the end!”

Bobor shouted with certainty, immediately dropping to his knees.

“Really?”

Raon spun his finger as if about to call Dorian.

“I-it’s true! You don’t need to call him!”

Bobor trembled, more afraid of Dorian than of Raon.

“Hmm….”

Raon smacked his lips as he studied Bobor’s eyes. The reaction was different from before. It seemed that wall really was the end.

‘Honestly, it would be strange if there were more.’

No matter how much of a dragon he was, having more wealth than this wouldn’t make sense. The goblin’s words seemed true.

“Then let me ask you something else.”

Raon met Bobor’s eyes and nodded.

“Y-yes? What….”

“You know the dragons who attacked Seiphia with Matirus this time, right?”

“Ah, yes. Jera Paret and Kaberavarn.”

Bobor promptly revealed the names of the Black Dragon and Red Dragon.

Just as expected, they were connected to Matirus.

“I heard close dragons sometimes have their guardians interact too. Is that true?”

“Yes. They sometimes send or trade unnecessary treasures.”

Bobor blinked as if wondering how Raon knew.

“Then you must know where those two’s lairs are, right?”

Raon tilted his chin lightly.

“Of course… ah!”

Bobor’s chin quivered as he realized what Raon meant.

‘He’s trying to take even more?’

This human is greedier than a dragon!

—

After extracting the locations of the two dragons’ lairs from Bobor, Raon returned to Seiphia.

“Did you get what you needed?”

Stehrin smiled thinly, as if asking if he’d brought it safely.

“Yes. Much more than I expected.”

Raon said he’d worked hard gathering it, pulling out his subspace pouch.

“So I’d like to share some with Seiphia….”

“No need.”

Stehrin shook his head firmly.

“We don’t know the value of gold or jewels. It’s better for you to take them and use them.”

He shrugged, saying they’d just get ripped off anyway.

“That’s true.”

Raon smiled and lowered his chin.

“Then I’ll send weapons and armor made from dragon bones and scales. That should be alright?”

“Yes, please.”

Stehrin nodded, saying he’d gladly accept such a gift.

“Ah, I sent a letter to that dwarf, so Zieghart should be hearing from him soon. He’s always focused on his work, so it might take a while.”

He clicked his tongue, saying Borgos never read letters promptly.

“Yes. Thank you. And….”

Raon took out an orb emitting seven-colored brilliance from his subspace pouch—the dragon heart he’d obtained.

“Why….”

Stehrin’s eyes widened, asking why Raon took out the dragon heart.

“I’d like to give this to you, Guardian.”

Raon offered the dragon heart to Stehrin without any hesitation.

“Hmm, I can’t accept it. You got all of them yourself.”

Stehrin bit his lips, saying it was too heavy a gift for him.

“If you hadn’t drained Matirus’s stamina, I couldn’t have won. Besides….”

Raon smiled gently at Stehrin.

“You said you wanted to protect Seiphia a little longer. The mana in this dragon heart is no different from the energy of nature—it will give you great strength, Guardian.”

If Stehrin obtained the dragon heart, it would slow the rate at which his power was fading, letting him remain in this world a bit longer.

He wanted to help, since Stehrin had said he wished to stay just a little more.

“Hmm….”

Stehrin gazed at the dragon heart, letting out a low hum as if struggling with the decision.

“One more thing.”

Raon raised a finger.

“I hope to solidify the alliance between Zieghart and Seiphia. Please help us in our war.”

He bowed respectfully, asking for Stehrin’s help.

“Raon….”

Stehrin’s aged eyes trembled as he looked at the bowing Raon.

‘He’s not saying to fight together, but to help us…’

This child really is different.

Now that Matirus had died in Seiphia, the entire elf race was drawn into the continent’s conflict.

Stehrin himself had wanted to ask to join first, but Raon didn’t ask to fight together—he asked for help.

Hearing such considerate words even in this situation made his heart settle warmly.

“Alright….”

Stehrin made up his mind and took the dragon heart from Raon’s hand.

“Let’s fight together. I’ll survive to the end and protect Seiphia and you.”

He nodded heavily, saying he’d finish what his grandchild couldn’t.

“Thank you.”

Raon smiled softly and stroked the Soul Requiem Sword at his waist.

– Are you really giving that precious dragon heart to that old pointy ear?

‘It’s not just out of sentiment. It’ll help us, too.’

Stehrin was one of the strongest among transcendents.

He was above even the leaders of neutral factions, so having him remain in the world would greatly help balance the powers.

“And I’ll return this sword.”

Raon knelt on one knee and handed Rimmer’s sword to Stehrin.

“No, you keep it.”

Stehrin shook his head calmly.

“Pardon?”

“That sword looks better in your hand. Since an alliance needs proof, that’s best. When Rimmer’s sword returns to Seiphia, let’s consider that the end of our alliance.”

He smiled, saying Raon should keep it as proof until then.

“Then I’ll have to pass it down for generations.”

Raon laughed as he sheathed the sword at his waist.

“For generations? So now you finally want to stay with me?”

A hamster under a tree suddenly raised its paw.

-Kyaaaaa!

Wrath screamed and hid in the bracelet.

“M-Merlin….”

Raon clutched his pounding chest, breathing heavily.

“So that’s where you were, suddenly popping out again….”

He pleaded for her to give him a warning, but she never listened.

“Yup. I had something to do!”

“Something to do?”

“I’m in the middle of investigating right now. I’ll tell you later.”

Merlin shook her head, saying she’d explain later.

“Then why did you come out?”

“Since you and I are talking about the future, obviously I had to come out—oh, sorry! I’m going!”

She beamed about having Stehrin as the officiant, then left the hamster’s body.

“She’s a peculiar one.”

Stehrin let out a hollow laugh, seeming unable to get used to her.

“Me too.”

Raon nodded and shook his head.

“Handsome Raon presents a dragon heart to the Guardian of the Elves and takes him as a subordinate….”

As soon as the tension eased, Siyan’s voice came from behind.

Hearing her nonsense about making her grandfather a subordinate made Raon’s heart pound more than seeing Merlin.

“Is it really okay to leave her alone?”

“I-I can’t control her anymore….”

Stehrin shook his head, saying it was getting harder to handle his granddaughter.

“Let’s just take care of this side. As you said, I’ve divided up the dragon corpses, but how do you plan to take them?”

Stehrin furrowed his brow, saying the dragons were too large to move easily.

“You’ll need at least dozens of mages.”

“I’m not sure yet….”

Raon tilted his head and called for Dorian.

“Can you really do it?”

“Of course!”

Dorian nodded and walked over to the dragon corpses behind Stehrin.

In no time at all, the bones, teeth, and scales of the three dragons had all gone into his belly pouch.

“They all fit. Where does that pouch even end?”

– That’s not a wallet, it’s a warehouse! An infinite warehouse!

“Huh….”

“Nice. My stomach feels full!”

Dorian caressed his pouch with a blissful smile, even as the three transcendents stared in astonishment.

Naturally, the Legend of Raon Zieghart would record this too.

“Handsome Raon Zieghart commands the God of Supplies….”

—

Raon and the Light Wind Division left Seiphia and immediately returned to Zieghart.

They had so many items and reports that there was no time to relax.

“You’re back.”

Grand General Illyun nodded thinly.

“I heard you killed three dragons. Is that true?”

“Yes. Somehow, it just happened.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

“Every time you go out, you come back with a new achievement—no one can keep up with you.”

Illyun muttered, as if exhausted, and let out a dry laugh.

“Go ahead inside. The head of house is waiting for you.”

He opened the outer fortress gate, telling Raon to go straight to the family head.

“Thank you.”

Raon gave a polite greeting to Illyun and the guards before heading toward the main building.

“Did he really take down three dragons at once?”

“And two of them were ancient dragons?”

“He just became a transcendent, so how can he already be at that level?”

“He’s always done the impossible, but this is really astonishing. It’s hard to believe.”

The swordsmen standing along the avenue couldn’t stop talking, stunned by his achievement.

“There used to be a lot of insults, but now I don’t hear any.”

Krein smiled, satisfied with the admiring glances of the swordsmen.

“Of course not. Who would mess with a transcendent?”

Martha snorted, saying it was only natural.

“You don’t need to care about others’ opinions or words. Now or before, the Light Wind Division is just the Light Wind Division.”

Raon told the pleased Light Wind Division to hold their heads high as they entered the audience chamber.

The audience chamber doors were already wide open, and the executives stood by the white pillar.

“Hoo….”

Raon let out a steadying breath and stepped onto the red carpet into the audience chamber.

After confirming the whole Light Wind Division had followed, he knelt and bowed his head toward Glenn, who sat on the throne.

“Greetings, Head of House.”

“Greetings, Head of House!”

“Rise.”

As their greeting ended, Glenn’s voice rang out from the dais.

His voice seemed to tremble slightly, as if he was nervous.

“Ah, yes….”

Wondering what was strange, Raon raised his head, and saw Glenn’s lips trembling for the first time in a long while.