The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 883:

“There should be some old advanced sword manuals in the Black Tortoise Palace too.”

Martha nodded, saying she’d return to her family to find martial manuals.

“Yeah. Me too…”

Runaan blinked, saying she’d gather sword manuals from the Sullion family.

– “Sword manuals? I don’t need them even as kindling! Just bring the delicious food from your houses already!”

Wrath flailed and shook his head violently.

“Is he… dancing?”

Burren widened his eyes at Wrath flailing about.

“He must be really happy.”

He laughed heartily, saying he’d gather every sword manual he could get.

– “You shitty-eye bastard! Have you lost your mind? You call this dancing?”

Wrath screamed, furious that Burren misunderstood.

– “I’m going insane! I’m dealing with the greatest con artist in the dimensions, and everyone else is too pure!” (T/N: Well, he is in fact The Reincarnated Assassin is the Greatest Con Artist.)

He pounded his chest, lamenting the fools around him.

‘Calm down. I asked them to bring sword manuals for your sake.’

Raon lightly tapped Wrath’s bright-red shoulder.

– “Nonsense! You just wanted to benefit from the deal!”

Wrath ground his teeth.

‘Think about it. They were so tense after hearing you were a Demon King. But…’

Raon narrowed his eyes at Wrath.

‘If the great Demon King greets them with “Present your food to me!” the dignity vanishes instantly. I helped you maintain your image as the Monarch of Wrath.’

He motioned with his chin for Wrath to consider it.

– “W-Well, I guess that’s true…”

‘Right? Now imagine meeting the king of humans for a negotiation, and the moment you see him, he goes, “I like food. Bring me all the food from the Devildom!” What would you think?’

– “M-Might be tasty?”

‘No! You’d be disappointed! You’d think he’s just a glutton with no sense of time or place!’

Raon persuaded him, saying he helped preserve the Demon King’s dignity.

‘Besides, you don’t need food from anyone else. Didn’t I say I’d let you eat anything you want for a whole week once we return? Actually, make that ten days.’

He spread ten fingers in front of Wrath’s eyes.

– “T-Ten days? Ahem! Well, if you say it like that, I suppose I have no choice but to believe you. Hehehe!”

The moment he heard “ten days,” Wrath’s anger melted and he beamed.

‘Too easy.’

– “Hm? What was that?”

‘Nothing.’

Raon waved it off with a smile.

“But to think it wasn’t just any demon, but a Demon King who saved and helped us…”

Martha looked at Raon and slightly lowered her chin.

“It breaks the preconception that all demons are evil.”

She sighed, saying the world was complicated.

“Angels were the wicked ones…”

Runaan pouted, likely recalling Uriel, the archangel summoned by Derus.

“The Demon King—no, that Demon King, has helped us in more ways?”

Burren leaned forward curiously.

“The Flame Demon Army incident was the biggest, but there were plenty of others.”

Raon wet his throat with the slightly cooled tea and explained the past events briefly.

“There was a duel between Demon Kings in the Supere Kingdom…?”

Burren’s jaw dropped.

“A fight between Demon Kings in a holy kingdom? That sounds like a play. One that’d get cursed to death.”

Martha chuckled dryly, thinking it sounded interesting.

“He’s been with us all along…”

Runaan bowed her head slightly in gratitude.

“What kind of supplies are in the Demon King’s castle? I bet it’s overflowing with essentials.”

Dorian licked his lips as if already planning to loot the Demon King’s castle next.

“All the unexplained events finally make sense.”

Sheryl nodded calmly, as if all her questions had been answered.

“Raon. What’s the name of the Demon King with you?”

She looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“He is Wrath, the Monarch of Wrath.”

“And he’s on your shoulder right now?”

“Yes, on my shoulder.”

“I see.”

As soon as Sheryl heard that, she stood from her seat and walked in front of Raon.

“Sheryl of Zieghart’s Heavenly Sword Division pays her respects to the Monarch of Wrath.”

She drew her twin swords and performed the formal Zieghart sword salute.

“Thank you for aiding Raon and the Light Wind Division.”

She wrapped herself in noble energy, expressing heartfelt gratitude.

“Sheryl?”

“This should’ve been that damned slacker’s job, but since he’s not here, I’ll do it.”

She shook her head, saying she was expressing gratitude in Rimmer’s place.

“We’ll join you.”

Burren stood up slowly behind her.

“It’s the right thing to do. Even if it’s a bit late.”

Martha nodded and drew her sword.

“Yeah. Definitely…”

Runaan gripped her reversed Snow Flower Sword.

“Showing thanks is proper conduct for both merchants and swordsmen.”

Dorian tapped the Zieghart emblem on his chest and smiled.

“Thank you for all your help!”

Burren, Martha, Runaan, and Dorian all stood behind Sheryl and saluted Wrath.

– “Uuh…”

Wrath trembled, lips quivering—he never expected to receive such thanks from them.

– “B-But I’m a demon… Is it okay for them to treat me like this? What if others find out…”

‘They won’t care.’

– “What?”

‘Because they know it’s not about the race, but the being in question.’

– “Ah…”

‘Don’t get flustered.’

Raon smiled and nudged Wrath forward.

‘They grew this strong thanks to you too. Accept it.’

He nodded as he spoke.

Even though Wrath always called the Light Wind Division his subordinates, it seemed he still worried about the demon-human divide.

At the same time, the unexpected gratitude from those he helped without asking anything in return deeply moved him.

– “Ahem!”

Wrath coughed and turned his head sharply.

– “It’s only natural for a king to help his subordinates! It’s not a big deal—no need to praise me like this!”

He waved his hand, saying it was nothing.

But his flushed cheeks and the tremble in his voice made it clear—he was genuinely touched. (T/N: Awwwww.)

– “Enough with the thanks! Bring me bead ice cream already!”

Wrath sniffled and gestured for ice cream.

“What did he say?”

Burren tilted his head, seeing Wrath’s gesture.

“He says don’t praise him. It’s nothing compared to his ability.”

This time, Raon passed the words on exactly.

“Truly a Demon King! So magnanimous!”

Martha smiled broadly, saying she liked that about him.

“What does he look like? I want to see him.”

“Me too…”

Runaan also nodded, saying she wanted to see him.

“He doesn’t feel like a Demon King. I didn’t question it when Raon said he was a sea spirit. I don’t know if I should say this, but he’s… really cute…”

Burren chuckled, describing Wrath as a puff of blue cloud.

– “C-Cute cloud? Are your eyes broken? I’m the Monarch of Wrath! The word cute has nothing to do with me!”

Wrath screamed, demanding they take it back.

He wagged his tail in protest, looking more like a rabbit or a squirrel than a fearsome demon.

“I can’t stop thinking about the Demon King’s castle…” (T/N: Lol Dorian.)

Dorian chuckled as he drooled.

“What’s in there? How much can I grab…?”

His sparkling eyes made it clear—he was seriously planning to rob it.

– “T-That guy’s hopeless!”

Wrath trembled in fear.

– “I must ban him from entering! He absolutely must not be let in!”

He ground his teeth, saying he had to expand his blacklist beyond just Lust and one other person.

“One more thing.”

Raon raised his finger with a grin.

“He says bring bead ice cream.”

– “Huh…?”

Wrath flinched and turned his head.

– “You… really? You actually told them?”

His eyes watered as he stared at Raon.

‘I didn’t want to ruin the mood.’

Raon just wanted to see more of Wrath’s moved expression, so he told the truth for once.

“Sigh, a joke at a time like this? Are you channeling Rimmer?”

Burren clicked his tongue, saying not to follow in Rimmer’s footsteps.

“That’s just lame.”

Martha waved her hand, telling him to stop the nonsense.

“Come on! There’s no way a Demon King eats ice cream! Even I won’t fall for that!”

Dorian snorted, saying not to tarnish the Demon King’s image.

“You don’t need to lie, Raon. If you want ice cream, I’ll buy it for you.”

Sheryl sheathed her swords, saying he should’ve just asked.

– “Wha…?”

Wrath blinked blankly.

– “It’s true! I really said it! I love bead ice cream!”

He shook his head in disbelief.

‘I told you—who’s going to believe that the Monarch of Wrath loves ice cream? Maybe if you were the Monarch of Gluttony.’

Raon sighed, saying breaking that stereotype was harder than convincing people the Angels were evil.

– “I-It’s true! I love bead ice cream!”

Wrath screamed and grabbed his head, realizing he couldn’t get what he wanted.

– “Ungrateful fools! I’ll never help you again—”

“Let’s go.”

Just as Wrath vowed never to help again, Runaan nodded.

“I’ll buy it all for you.”

She said she’d get every flavor of bead ice cream for him and snorted softly.

– “O-Oh! Ice cream girl!”

Wrath sniffled as he looked at Runaan.

– “Only the ice cream girl truly understands me!”

He clenched his fists, saying he’d take care of her even after death.

“Runaan, don’t fall for it.”

Burren shook his head.

“It’s all Raon messing with you. The Demon King is mad right now.”

He furrowed his brow, saying Wrath was clenching his fists.

– “You shitty-eye bastard! I’m taking those eyes back!”

Wrath charged at Burren, saying he’d reclaim his gift.

“Ah! You must really like me!”

Burren grinned, taking Wrath’s charge as affection.

– “I don’t like you at all! You idiots are driving me crazy!”

Wrath shook his head violently, holding it in both hands.

‘This is fun.’

Raon smiled with interest as he watched Wrath’s show.

‘Maybe I’ll do it again sometime.’

—

The next morning.

Raon headed to the front gate of the Seiphia Merchant Guild with Borgos and the craftsmen, now treated.

Adis had come out early, as if expecting them to leave in the morning.

“Heading back already?”

Adis smacked his lips, seeming reluctant. He looked especially disappointed not to see Dorian longer.

“Yes.”

Raon nodded and rubbed his neck.

“The Black Tower might pursue us at any time. It’s better for everyone if we leave quickly.”

The Black Tower was after both the Balrog and the Gray Hammer Guild.

Staying here could bring harm to the Seiphia Guild too—returning quickly was the best course.

“Thank you for all your help.”

He bowed to Adis in gratitude.

“No, I should be thanking you. You saved an old comrade.”

Adis bowed back, thankful for saving Borgos and the craftsmen.

“Adis…”

Borgos bit his lip, feeling the sincerity.

“It’s a shame to leave, but there’s no choice. Be safe.”

Adis gave a genuine smile—not as a merchant, but as an old friend.

“Hmph. If Zieghart’s heat isn’t to my liking, I’ll be back immediately. So be ready.”

Borgos snorted and furrowed his brow.

“Of course. I’ll prepare plenty of the beer you like.”

Adis smiled, saying his seat would always be ready.

“Then we’ll be off. Goodbyes shouldn’t be long.”

Borgos turned to leave. Though he spoke firmly, his slow steps showed he was reluctant.

“Understood.”

Raon smiled and nodded.

“See you next time, Guildmaster.”

He bowed to Adis and followed Borgos.

“Meeting you taught me what a true merchant is. That people come before profit.”

Burren bowed sincerely with a hand over his chest.

“See ya, Dorian’s dad.”

“Bye…”

Martha and Runaan gave casual but warm farewells.

“Hey! Show some respect to elders!”

Burren chased after them, scolding them with a red face.

“Father.”

Dorian glanced back and approached Adis.

“Dorian.”

Adis nodded briefly, looking at his grown-up son.

“Are you enjoying your time in Zieghart?”

“It’s scary, but I’m learning a lot, and it’s fun.”

Dorian stood straight. The boy who once ran from his father was no more.

“I see.”

Adis nodded with warmth in his eyes.

“I have many duties as Guildmaster.”

“Huh? Why now…?”

“It means I won’t hand over this guild to you anytime soon. Until you’re ready, go see more of the world.”

He said he’d hold the position until Dorian finished that journey and smiled confidently.

“Ah…”

Dorian stared into his father’s kind eyes and drew his sword, pointing it downward.

He performed the formal Zieghart salute by striking the ground with the silver blade.

“I’ll return stronger, so you won’t be disappointed!”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Adis nodded with a gentle smile.

“Yes! Then see you!”

Dorian suddenly grinned and followed after Raon.

Turning back to wave, he looked just like the child who used to waddle after Adis.

“To think he’s already grown into someone who can look like that…”

Adis softened his gaze, watching his son’s back.

“Kids grow up fast.”

“Indeed. Feels like just yesterday he was learning to walk.”

Butler Ligwin nodded in agreement.

“Uh, Guildmaster.”

As they were reminiscing, the warehouse manager ran up.

“If it’s not urgent, can it wait? I’m in a good mood.”

Adis signaled not to interrupt and kept watching Raon and Dorian’s retreating figures.

“I-It’s urgent.”

The manager stepped forward.

“Sigh, go on.”

Adis nodded reluctantly.

“Y-Young Master Dorian took the guild’s inventory!”

“That’s all? I already knew. We had plenty in stock anyway—”

“No! While you were talking to the Gray Hammer Guild, he cleared it out early this morning!”

The manager showed him documents in a panic.

“If we let him go, we can’t fulfill any contracts this month! We’ll suffer astronomical losses!”

He gasped, saying there was nothing left.

“Get that bastard…”

Adis trembled as he raised a shaking finger toward Dorian.

“Catch that thieving brat!”