The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 875:

“Help me…”

Raon furrowed his brow, reading the single line in the letter again.

‘Is he serious?’

He hadn’t built a deep connection with Borgos, but he knew Borgos wasn’t the type to make light of things or play jokes.

For someone he barely knew to send a letter like this, he must truly be in serious danger.

“Hmm…”

Shadow Agents Division Leader Chad peeked at the letter, letting out a startled breath.

“If he wrote only ‘help me,’ I don’t think it’s a joke.”

He nodded gravely, having the same thoughts as Raon.

“Do you have any information on the Gray Hammer Guild?”

“The Gray Hammer is the artisan guild led by Borgos, the one who sent that letter.”

Chad lowered his gaze apologetically.

“I’m sorry. The Shadow Agents Division has been focused on collecting information about the Five Demons and Six Kings war across the continent, so we don’t have anything on the Gray Hammer Guild….”

He bowed, apologizing for not being able to help.

“No need to apologize.”

Raon shook his head calmly.

‘It’s only natural he wouldn’t know.’

Right now, the Shadow Agents Division barely had enough time to keep an eye on Zieghart’s territory. It was only natural they didn’t have information on an unrelated guild like Gray Hammer.

‘Actually, maybe it’s good they don’t know.’

If there were no reports, it likely meant this matter wasn’t connected to the Five Demons, which could be a relief.

‘Should I try the black market?’

Raon glanced again at Borgos’s rough handwriting.

‘No, there’s no time for that.’

To send such a letter without any explanation must mean it was extremely urgent. He decided it would be better to head to the Gray Hammer Guild and gather information on the way.

“You plan on going, don’t you?”

Chad’s eyes sparkled, as if he’d guessed Raon’s thoughts.

“Yes. I owe him, and we need the dwarves’ help.”

Raon nodded.

‘Zieghart’s own artisans can’t process dragon bones and scales.’

There were very few artisans capable of making weapons out of dragon bones, teeth, and scales. He needed the help of Borgos and the Gray Hammer Guild—he definitely wanted to help.

“Then I’ll gather information and send it to you.”

Chad immediately bowed, saying he’d prepare right away.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed back.

“No need for thanks! We’re practically family!”

Chad waved his hands and hurried off toward the Shadow Agents Division.

“We’re practically family…”

Raon watched him go, then turned toward the annex.

‘But…’

How was he supposed to tell them he was leaving again, when he hadn’t even been back a full day?

Sylvia and Edgar would understand, but he was worried about how Sia, still young and sensitive, would react.

“Haa…”

Raon let out a long sigh as he trudged toward the annex.

– With this king’s mighty brain, my prediction…

Wrath licked his lips, as if looking forward to something.

– You might get smacked?

‘I’d like to say you’re wrong…’

Raon swallowed dryly as he saw Sia waving at him from the front of the annex.

‘But you might be right.’

—

“I really didn’t know Raon that well.”

Glenn shook his head as he looked from Sheryl to Roenn.

“I thought he was simply Zieghart’s greatest talent, but he’s more than that. The best on the continent—no, maybe the best in history.”

He blushed, remembering all the times he’d been shocked while teaching Raon that day.

“He understands ten things if you teach him one, and twenty if you teach him two. Even though he’s my grandson, it’s like watching a monster grow.”

Glenn gripped the armrest of the throne, saying Raon’s martial talent was only growing stronger.

“He’s on another level. That phrase fits him best. What he’s shown so far is only a taste of what’s to come.”

Glenn slouched into his throne, his eyes glazed with admiration for his grandson.

“Heh heh heh.”

Roenn applauded Glenn.

“I’m also amazed by Young Master Raon’s growth. Most warriors focus on maximizing their strengths, but Raon raises his strengths while overcoming his weaknesses.”

He nodded, saying it was a rare combination of talent and effort.

“Exactly! Even the greatest geniuses have weak points, but Raon just erases them!”

Glenn couldn’t help clenching his fist. The throne’s armrest crumpled like paper.

“Don’t you agree?”

He motioned to Sheryl, blinking as if seeking her agreement.

“…You’re right! There’s no one like Raon!”

Sheryl quickly nodded, eyes wide.

“Ahem!”

Glenn blushed all the way up to his forehead, letting out a pleased laugh at the praise for his grandson.

“Roenn…”

Sheryl slipped over to Roenn’s side as Glenn was distracted.

“How do you keep reacting to him like that? He’s said the same thing five times now.”

Ever since early morning, Glenn had gathered both of them and had been repeating the same things over and over, like a magic recording. At first, it was impressive, but now it was exhausting—Sheryl couldn’t believe Roenn was still able to respond normally.

“The Division Lord is often away on missions, so you might not know…”

Roenn gave her a gentle smile.

“But five repetitions is normal for the head of house.”

He said Glenn could sometimes repeat Raon’s praise ten times in a row, smiling quietly.

“Oh…”

Sheryl put her hands together and lowered her head.

“You’ve really been through a lot.”

“Heh heh.”

Roenn just smiled, not denying it.

“Sheryl!”

Glenn called her name, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Of course!”

She nodded quickly.

“Then, which form of Heavenly Thunder Art surprised me most?”

“The second one!”

She answered instantly, since it was the fifth time Glenn had asked.

“Wrong. It was the fourth.”

Glenn shook his head sternly.

“But…”

“You were surprised by the second form, but it was the fourth that really shocked you.”

“What’s the difference…”

“If you can’t tell, that’s your problem.”

He raised an eyebrow, exasperated.

“I don’t get it…”

As Sheryl rolled her eyes, a knock on the door rescued her.

“Head of house, may I come in?”

At the sound of Raon’s voice, Glenn’s expression instantly relaxed.

“Ahem!”

He cleared his throat, nodding.

“Come in.”

His voice trembled with happiness.

“I’m sorry to bother you when you must be tired. Huh?”

Raon opened the door and blinked.

“Division Lord?”

He’d expected Roenn, but not Sheryl.

“You came at a good time. Really.”

For some reason, Sheryl waved with the happiest expression he’d ever seen.

“So, what is it?”

Glenn’s lips trembled like a fresh-caught fish.

“I came because I have urgent news. Just now…”

Raon let out a short sigh and explained about the letter from Borgos.

“The Gray Hammer Guild’s Borgos…”

Glenn stroked his chin.

“He’s not human, but he’s not the type to speak nonsense.”

“I think so too. We didn’t spend much time together, but he left an impression.”

While the other dwarves had been amazed by the drake, Borgos had instantly grasped the situation from its wounds.

For such a level-headed man to send a plea for help, the situation had to be dire.

“Then…”

“Yes, I want to go.”

Raon bowed his head, saying he had to.

“Are you taking the Light Wind Division?”

“No. I plan to give the swordsmen some rest. There’s a chance it’s a trap.”

With the possibility of a Five Demons trap, he couldn’t risk taking everyone.

He would only take those who could survive without his help.

“Just the three team leaders, and the wallet—no, the quartermaster.”

He clasped his hands, saying only four would go.

“Good plan. I’ll keep that in mind myself.”

Glenn nodded slowly, saying he’d consider it.

“Then…”

Sheryl raised her hand toward Glenn.

“Should I come with you?”

She shrugged, as if asking what he thought.

“That sounds good.”

Glenn nodded, approving the idea.

“Are you sure?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“I’d love it, but aren’t you tired…?”

Right now, Sheryl was the busiest person in Zieghart. He didn’t want to take away her rest.

“It’s fine.”

Sheryl moved closer, shaking her head.

“Staying here is more tiring.”

She jabbed her elbow at her side, insisting she wanted to go.

“Then it’s settled—Heavenly Sword Division Lord Sheryl will come too. But…”

Glenn narrowed his eyes, staring at Raon’s hair.

“What happened to your hair?”

His hair looked as if a mouse had chewed through it or a bird had nested in it.

“Ah…”

Raon awkwardly tried to flatten his hair with his hand.

“My sister…”

His parents had supported him leaving, but Sia had started a fight, unable to accept it.

She was so strong he couldn’t stop her, and she’d grabbed handfuls of his hair.

“Hmm…”

When he explained what happened, Glenn’s eyes darkened.

“H-head of house, it’s nothing. We didn’t really fight…”

He tried to explain it was just Sia acting out, but Glenn’s face didn’t lighten.

‘Why is he like that?’

As Raon tilted his head, Sheryl leaned over and whispered,

“I think he’s jealous.”

“Huh?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“Jealous?”

Was he jealous of getting his hair pulled? Or of pulling someone else’s? He couldn’t tell, and could only laugh awkwardly.

– Ugh…

Wrath shook his head at Glenn.

– No one’s normal around here!

—

The Light Wind Division quarters next to the Fifth Training Ground.

Most swordsmen had returned home, so it was quiet, except for one especially noisy room.

“Gathered a lot, but used up a lot too.”

Dorian scowled as he checked his belly pouch.

‘I’ll have to restock everything.’

They’d gotten loads of dragon bones, scales, and teeth in Seiphia, but also used up a lot of supplies defending against enemies.

He’d be busy for days restocking.

“Stonewall, healing salve, holy water…”

As he listed what he needed, someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

He opened the door, but no one was there—only a note on the floor.

“What’s this?”

He picked it up and read it. It was a letter from Raon, saying to get ready to leave.

“Ugh, always so sudden.”

Dorian sighed and put the note on the desk.

“No time, no date…”

Just like Rimmer, Raon had disappeared after leaving only a note.

“Guess I’ll have to restock even faster.”

Not knowing when Raon would show up, he hurried to restock his supplies.

Just as he finished his memo and was about to get up, there was another knock.

“What now… Huh?”

This time, it was Raon himself, already dressed for departure.

“D-Division Leader?”

Dorian’s eyes went wide with surprise.

“You’re ready, right?”

Raon nodded as if urging him to hurry.

“Uh…? What? It hasn’t even been 30 minutes since you said to get ready!”

“That’s plenty of time.”

“But I need to pack supplies!”

He clutched his head, saying he needed more time.

“If you just spring this on me…”

“I told you ahead of time.”

“It’s only been 30 minutes! Even the Vice Division Leader would give at least half a day!”

Dorian yelled that it was unfair.

“Thirty minutes is plenty. A swordsman only needs ten.”

“That’s for you! I’m the quartermaster! If I don’t have enough, my limbs tremble and my chest tightens!”

He begged for more time to get supplies.

“That’s fine. You can pack when we get there.”

“What? How…”

He could only tilt his head in confusion.

“The destination is…”

Raon smiled at Dorian’s innocent eyes.

“Your house.”

—

A gloomy, shadowy seashore.

Sun blazed across the continent, but only cold moonlight filled this place.

“…….”

Behind his back, a young man gazed at the shore. Beneath his mask, only white moonlight could be seen.

As he enjoyed the stillness, a man in a green snake helmet appeared.

“You must have been busy.”

The man in the green snake helmet, the Green Snake Demon, narrowed his eyes.

“As you know, I had a lot to handle. But…”

The masked youth, The Fallen, nodded.

“I heard you failed again.”

The Fallen clicked his tongue, sounding regretful, though his tone was too calm.

“Hmm, I thought I could catch Raon Zieghart this time…”

The Green Snake Demon sighed, his voice trembling in the dark night breeze.

“He showed up much stronger than we expected. He’s outside the laws of the world now.”

He gave a bitter laugh, as if still unable to believe it.

“I heard he reached transcendence. Not even you and the ancient dragons could stop him?”

The Fallen slowly turned his gaze.

“He faced both me and the ancient dragons at the same time, and didn’t falter. Matirus might have won if he hadn’t let his guard down, but he made a mistake.”

The Green Snake Demon mocked the now-dead ancient dragon.

“He gets stronger with every experience. He’s even more dangerous now.”

“Of course. He’s not the same person who was captured by our branch.”

The Fallen nodded, as if in agreement.

“I actually had a chance to take him down with me, but Merlin interfered again.”

The Green Snake Demon’s snake eyes narrowed.

“Unfortunate.”

The Fallen brushed his hair back, sounding disappointed that neither Raon nor the Green Snake Demon had died.

“You treat human life lightly, don’t you?”

The Green Snake Demon’s gaze sharpened.

“You only reach completion through death, don’t you?”

The Fallen looked at him with pity.

“You seem pleased. Did things go well?”

The Green Snake Demon eyed The Fallen.

“Like a true snake, you’re sharp.”

The Fallen nodded calmly.

“I got the best result I could have hoped for.”

“That’s good. I managed to gain something too.”

The Green Snake Demon smiled, saying he’d gotten at least a little from this.

“I think I know what that is.”

The Fallen smiled thinly, as if he could read the Green Snake Demon’s thoughts.

“But Merlin… Always Merlin. She’s caused me no end of trouble.”

He stroked his sharp chin, his smile growing sticky.

“I can’t just leave her alone anymore.”

(T/N: Nooooo! Leave her alone!!!)