The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman
Chapter 886:

“What?”

Raon blinked as he looked at Vulcan and Kuberad smacking their lips.

“You’re saying you’ll take a look at my swords first?”

“Yes. It’d be a waste to leave such good materials lying around.”

Vulcan looked over the dragon bones and teeth filling the workshop and nodded.

“I’ll use the teeth, bones, claws, and even scales to forge a sword that will never break.”

He clenched his fist, saying he’d use this opportunity to forge the [Heavenly Drive] even stronger.

“You forged the [Heavenly Drive] back when you had just finished training. It’s time for a repair, don’t you think?”

Vulcan’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he said this was the perfect time.

Kuberad nodded beside him.

“As I said before, the [Soul Requiem Sword] wasn’t originally meant for battle. Since you’re using it as a weapon, I’d like to refine it a bit.”

He rotated his thick wrist, saying he wanted to refine the sword so its energy could be used more efficiently.

“If you two are offering, I have no reason to refuse.”

Raon pressed his hands together in thanks.

Had this offer come from any other continent’s craftsman, he would’ve refused outright.

No matter how skilled, it’s incredibly difficult to reforged someone else’s work.

But Vulcan had forged the [Heavenly Drive], and Kuberad the [Soul Requiem Sword]—they were the original artisans.

Those two could surely refit the swords to suit him perfectly.

“May I join in as well?”

Borgos lifted his short leg and squeezed in between Raon, Vulcan, and Kuberad.

“Sir Borgos?”

Raon widened his eyes at the dwarf.

“What’s a dwarf trying to squeeze in for? You haven’t even made any weapons.”

Vulcan waved his hand, telling him to sit this one out.

“I did make one. I forged a dagger for my benefactor.”

Borgos raised his chin, referring to the [Thousand Kill Dagger] he had tucked inside his black dragon robe.

“You mean you’re going to reforge that dagger?”

“There’s something else too.”

Borgos pointed to the sword on his right hip—Rimmer’s sword.

“No way…”

“You think elves who only know how to raise trees could have made the [Woodwheel Sword]? Of course it was crafted by one of my ancestors.”

He curled his lips, saying the sword had been forged by his forebear.

“[Woodwheel Sword]…”

Raon bit his lip lightly as he gripped Rimmer’s sword.

“So that was its name.”

Until now, he’d just called it Rimmer’s sword or the leaf sword, but its real name had been [Woodwheel Sword].

Rimmer not even telling him the sword’s name before leaving—it was very much like him.

“You didn’t even know the name?”

Borgos tilted his head in disbelief.

“It wasn’t mine to begin with.”

“Ah, right. You said Rimmer left with it…”

He exhaled heavily, as if it now made sense.

“I appreciate your offer, Sir Borgos, but this sword isn’t mine. It wouldn’t be right.”

Raon shook his head, saying he would need permission from Stehrin.

“No, it’s fine. I was the one who regularly maintained the [Woodwheel Sword] while it was in Seiphia.”

Borgos puffed from his nose, saying he would’ve reforged it earlier if he’d had the materials.

“I already told Stehrin I’d reforge it. If you don’t believe me, I’ll send him a letter right now.”

He thumped his chest with a fist, asking to be trusted.

“You can trust him.”

Vulcan smirked at Borgos.

“A dwarf never lies when it comes to hammering.”

He flicked a finger as if to say, ‘Just leave it to him.’

“Right. If he’s been watching over that sword, he’ll be able to handle it without trouble.”

Kuberad also nodded, signaling that Borgos could be trusted.

“Mmm.”

Raon smacked his lips and removed all three swords from his waist.

“Then, I’ll be in your care.”

He entrusted the [Heavenly Drive] to Vulcan, the [Soul Requiem Sword] to Kuberad, and the [Woodwheel Sword] to Borgos.

“Just wait a little. I’ll forge you a sword that can protect your goal even more firmly.”

Vulcan gave him a pat on the shoulder, telling him to look forward to it.

“I’m planning to harmonize the vengeful spirits within the [Soul Requiem Sword] so they can move more freely. At your current level, you should be able to control their strength.”

Kuberad spoke quietly, his eyes glowing as he said the sword would undergo major changes.

“I’ll forge something like a devil’s weapon. One that can cut down anyone.”

Borgos pressed his lips tight, as if trying to infuse the weapon with the feelings he had when facing the Balrog King Askarai.

Though the three master artisans were equal in skill, their forging philosophies were entirely different.

“Since we’re doing this, shall we make it a little competition?”

Borgos raised a finger.

“To see who makes the finest piece.”

He shrugged, clearly amused.

“Forging swords isn’t about comparing with others—it’s a battle with oneself…”

“Getting cold feet?”

Borgos rolled his eyes teasingly at Kuberad.

“Who do you think you’re talking to! I’m Kuberad!”

Kuberad’s calm gaze vanished, and he shouted in fury. It seemed he too had been holding a fiery spirit inside.

“Not bad.”

Vulcan nodded approvingly.

“Since we’ve even got some [Gold Ingots], the results should be fun.”

He pulled out six gold ingots and handed out two each.

“You’ve got one week. That alright?”

“Of course.”

“That’s plenty.”

The three artisans gathered their materials and split off into their individual workshops to begin work.

“…Are those really master artisans?”

Burren exhaled sharply, bewildered by how childishly the three had behaved.

“They looked… happy.”

Runaan nodded, saying it felt like kids playing together.

“That’s all fine, but if all three work on Raon’s swords, when are they going to make ours?”

Martha wrinkled her nose.

“You don’t need to worry.”

Pallentun shook his head.

“Now that it’s a competition, they’ll be trying to outdo each other. That means more quality gear for us.”

He smiled, saying to just wait patiently and exceptional weapons and gear would roll out.

“They’ll be back soon, so we should probably start sorting out the materials.”

“You’re right. Let’s get to it.”

Pallentun and the village chief of Mirthan called over the artisans and began organizing the materials.

Perhaps because the leaders were getting along well, the artisans of Mirthan Village and the dwarves of the Gray Hammer Guild worked together like old friends despite this being their first meeting.

“Chief…”

Runaan approached the village chief as he carried dragon bones and scales.

“Ah, Lady Runaan. It’s been a while.”

The chief bowed, saying he was late to greet her.

“Thanks for the sword. I’ve been using it well.”

Runaan bowed after showing him [Snow Flower].

“I’m glad. You’ll be able to use an even better sword soon.”

The chief smiled, saying one of the three artisans would surely forge a superior sword.

“No.”

Runaan shook her head.

“What?”

“I want you to do it.”

She said she didn’t want to part with [Snow Flower] and asked him to repair it like Raon’s sword.

“A-are you serious?”

The chief’s lips trembled in disbelief.

“You’re passing up a guaranteed masterwork to give it to me?”

“Yes.”

Runaan nodded without a hint of hesitation.

“…Please reconsider. I’m confident in my skills, but I can’t compare to those three.”

The chief waved his hand, saying this wasn’t a chance that would come twice.

“This is perfect for me. It even uses the same materials as Raon’s.”

Runaan said that [Snow Flower] was like a pair with Raon’s [Heavenly Drive] and shook her head.

“A pair, huh…”

The chief let out a thin smile and nodded.

“Now that the materials have been split, I suppose that makes sense. Understood.”

He clenched his lips as he looked at the dragon bone in his hand.

“I’ll do my best not to fall behind those three.”

The chief of Mirthan Village accepted [Snow Flower] from Runaan with a firm nod. His reddened eyes burned with the desire to chase after the continent’s master artisans.

“Alright. Me too…”

Dorian, inspired by Runaan, walked over to the Gray Hammer Guild’s dwarves.

“Hello!”

“What is it?”

Pallentun looked up while holding a bone larger than his own body.

“I have a request.”

Dorian approached Borgos’ apprentice, who was moving dragon scales.

“M-me?”

Borgos’ apprentice blinked at Dorian.

“Please make my sword again!”

Dorian bowed deeply before him.

“Ah…”

The apprentice opened his mouth wide in shock.

“But I’m still lacking in skill…”

He waved his hand, saying he was nowhere near the village chief’s level.

“No, you’re not.”

Dorian gently smiled, stroking his sword.

“I’ve held and tested many swords, but nothing’s ever suited me like this one.”

He bowed again, asking him to make another sword just for him.

“Hearing that… I’ll do my best.”

Borgos’ apprentice thanked him instead and accepted the sword.

“Maybe I should get mine reforged too.”

Martha licked her lips as she drew her sword.

“My father gave it to me as a gift, so I don’t really want to replace it.”

She tilted her head, saying she still wanted to use the sword Denier gave her.

“…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Martha hug the sword.

‘Come to think of it, Denier wasn’t around today.’

He hadn’t shown up, supposedly because of a mission. But that absence stirred not relief, but unease.

Until he knew for sure whether Denier was ally or foe, he would continue to feel this ominous anxiety.

-You punk!

Wrath smacked Raon’s shoulder hard.

-You’re not planning to just wait here forever, are you?

‘Of course I’m heading back.’

Raon brushed aside the anxiety and smiled faintly.

‘If I don’t get back now, big sis will clobber me.’

—

Raon told them to contact him once the swords were ready and returned to Zieghart.

-Damn it!

Wrath ground his teeth as he looked at the darkening annex.

-I had to suffer in that hot village, and now dinner’s long past! I missed both lunch and dinner!

He sniffled, lamenting that he’d missed two meals.

-Now it’s already bedtime, and there’s probably no food left…

Wrath rubbed his head, not wanting to eat stale bread again.

‘You might not have to eat that today.’

As Raon opened the door to the annex with a smile, mouth-watering aromas poured out.

“We heard you were coming and started preparing. You arrived at the perfect time.”

Helen waved with a smile as she carried food from the kitchen.

“Raon’s home?”

“Son! Your timing is perfect!”

Sylvia and Edgar came out from the dining hall, waving.

“Raon!”

Sia ran out from between them and hugged him.

“Why are you so late!”

She pouted, saying her stomach had been growling all day.

“Sorry.”

Raon comforted her and patted her back.

“Come on! Mom and the others set everything up!”

Led by Sia, Raon entered the dining room, where the table was packed with steaming dishes.

-Wh-what is this? It’s already night… why’s dinner just starting now…

Wrath’s eyes widened.

‘I asked Yua earlier to prepare dinner a bit late today.’

Raon waved toward Yua, who stood behind the table.

‘I didn’t expect it to be this extravagant though.’

-Gasp…

Wrath’s pupils trembled.

-You… you actually planned this…

“I even brought bead ice cream. Eat it after the meal.”

Helen waved, saying she bought multiple flavors.

-B-b-bead ice cream?!

‘We made a promise.’

-Khhh…!

Wrath wiped away tears with his round hand.

-You’ve finally come to your senses!

He nodded deeply, moved.

-Very well! I now officially welcome you as a demon!

Wrath spread his arms as if to say, ‘Come here.’

‘I really don’t need that…’

Raon sighed deeply. Wrath’s delusions seemed worse than ever.

—

Three days later.

Raon left the annex wearing a ceremonial robe with a deep crimson hue.

“Where are you going?”

Sia paused while practicing swordplay in front of Edgar and Sylvia.

“A meeting.”

“A meeting?”

“Yeah. It’s when important people gather together.”

He waved at her, walking off with small but firm steps.

“A big meeting, huh?”

“A sudden meeting like this… what could it be about…”

Edgar and Sylvia frowned in concern.

“I don’t know the details, but it seems important.”

Two days ago, they were suddenly told to attend a meeting at noon today. With all executives of Zieghart gathering, it was surely a major matter.

-Tch.

Wrath clicked his tongue as he perched on Raon’s shoulder.

-It’s the perfect time for a food tour! But no, now we have to eat at the old man’s house again.

Despite his words, his smacking lips betrayed his excitement.

He liked everything from gourmet meals to street snacks. Why he was the Monarch of Wrath and not Gluttony was a mystery.

“Should I come too?”

Sia tilted her head, looking like she wanted to tag along.

“You’d be bored. You just sit the whole time.”

“Ugh, then no thanks…”

“I’ll play with you when I get back.”

Raon patted her head, promising to play later.

“Don’t worry and focus on your work.”

“Yeah. We’ll take care of Sia.”

Sylvia waved with a smile, and Edgar chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head. Just watching them warmed Raon’s heart. It truly felt like a peaceful family now.

“See you later.”

Raon smiled softly as he left the annex and headed for the main building.

On the way to the family hall, he passed many swordsmen, all of whom lowered their heads with tense expressions.

-Hmm…

Wrath nodded briefly at the bowing swordsmen.

-Used to be, they just cursed at you. Now you’ve grown into a man worthy of being my host.

He nodded approvingly.

‘You still haven’t given up?’

Raon tilted his head at Wrath’s serious face.

-I never give up! One day, I will devour your body!

Wrath shook his head, saying he couldn’t let go of the stats and traits he’d invested.

‘For someone who says that, you haven’t picked a fight with me lately.’

-Sh-shut up! I’m just waiting for the right moment! Like a cheetah! Yes, a cheetah waiting to pounce…

‘Sure you are.’

Raon teased him as he entered the family hall.

Rumble—

The normally intimidating iron doors to the audience chamber were wide open, and inside, the executives had already taken their seats.

It truly was a great meeting. Even the elders and veteran swordsmen rarely seen were gathered, making the vast hall feel crowded.

“Hey! Nephew!”

Balder, leaning against a pillar, shouted.

“….”

Karoon had his arms crossed, eyes closed, uninterested.

“Come sit here!”

Balder beckoned Raon to stand next to him.

“Sorry, but I don’t think that’s my place yet.”

Raon declined politely, saying he couldn’t take that seat yet.

“Hmm, I’d say it’s about time.”

Balder smacked his lips, saying it wouldn’t be too early.

“Still a long way to go.”

Raon declined smoothly and stood in his usual place, waiting for Glenn.

Once all the executives had entered except those on missions, a door at the back opened, and Glenn, Roenn, and Sheryl walked out.

“Salute to the Patriarch!”

At Karoon’s signal, all in the audience chamber knelt and bowed their heads.

“….”

Unlike usual, Glenn didn’t tell them to rise immediately. He walked slowly up to the dais.

He didn’t sit on the throne but stood at the edge and motioned with his chin.

“Rise.”

“Yes, sir!”

Only then did the executives lift their heads and straighten their backs.

There was a distinct tension on their faces.

Rumble—

Glenn gazed down at the executives of Zieghart with a crushing presence. It felt like he’d returned to the cold, ruthless version of himself from twenty years ago.

“The subject of this grand meeting is…”

Glenn’s dry gaze shifted to Raon on the right.

“…the promotion of the Light Wind Division.”

He said this was the main subject of the meeting and lowered his chin.

“What…?”

Raon widened his eyes as he looked at Glenn. He knew it was important, but he didn’t expect it to be about himself.

“I will take over from here.”

Chad, leader of the Shadow Agents Division, bowed beneath Glenn.

“After ascending to Transcendence, the Light Wind Division Leader shattered Derus Robert’s schemes, saved Aris Zieghart, and blocked an ancient dragon’s assault in Seiphia…”

Chad listed all the accomplishments Raon and the Light Wind Division had achieved.

“…therefore, the Shadow Agents Division recognizes that the Light Wind Division has earned enough merit to be promoted to the Light Wind Palace.”

He nodded calmly, saying it was an undeniable achievement.

“If anyone opposes, raise your hand.”

Chad gestured with his chin.

“Hmph.”

“It may be a bit fast…”

“But there’s no reason to oppose.”

“If anything, it’s overdue based on achievements.”

None of the executives raised their hand. Most wore expressions that said this had been a long time coming.

“With no objections, the decision—”

“I object.”

At the cold voice, all eyes turned to the far right.

Karoon stood by the pillar closest to the dais, raising his hand.

“Karoon…?”

Glenn frowned deeply in disbelief.

“Have you gone mad? You’re the one who called this meeting!”

Balder spun his finger by his temple and scowled.

“Did you go senile already?!”