The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

an's eyes were filled with expectation, his hand moved on its own.

“Haa…”

 

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[Translator – Kyangi]

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She wouldn’t give him something bad, he thought.

He closed his eyes and put the bead in his mouth.
The bead melted as soon as it touched his tongue, and a cool and sweet taste—like frozen chocolate—spread throughout his mouth.

“Huh…”

He was astonished by how cool and sweet it tasted.

H-how can such a taste exist?! It’s a sweetness that the King of Essence had never tasted, even in devildom! No, is it the coolness that made it even sweeter? More, bring more of it! I want to eat more!

It looked like their senses were connected, since Wrath kept jumping up and down after eating the ice cream.

‘Just stay still.’

As Wrath fluttered like a butterfly, Raon pushed him away with his elbow.

“How was it?”

“It… It’s delicious.”

“It’s bead ice cream.”

Runaan nodded and stepped back.
Then she left the training ground, just like that.

“Huh? Hey!”

Despite him gesturing to her and calling for her, she didn’t look back.

…
What a strange girl.
But it would’ve been better if she gave me one more.

‘Was she worried about me?’

It looked like she gave him the bead ice cream because she was worried about him being openly laughed at by Martha that day.

He’d occasionally eaten ice cream in the annex building, but it was his first time having it in that form and taste.

Considering the size of the box, it must’ve contained at most four beads, and it looked like she’d given him the last one.

‘She gave me the last one.’

Runaan liked sweet food, as befitting of her age.

The last ice cream must’ve been important to her, so giving it to him without hesitation must’ve been a difficult decision.

He could imagine Runaan hesitating with her saved snack in her hand.

“Oh my.”

Raon snickered.
He felt sorry for making such a child worry about him.

‘But I’m completely unaffected.’

It was true.

His path was higher and more difficult than anyone else’s, and the ‘Ten Thousand Flames Cultivation' was the guide that would allow him to walk his path more easily.

There was no way such an excellent guide would lend him its strength easily.
He had to be patient and wait.

‘I should repay her later.’

Raon gently smiled and left the training ground.
His tired steps had become as light as a feather.

 

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“Oh my god! Young master Raon!”

When Raon opened the annex building’s door and entered, Helen—who was standing at the entrance—approached him with round eyes.

“What happened?”

“Did you say Raon is here?”

Sylvia, who heard Helen’s voice, kicked open the door and ran up to Raon to hug him.

“How long has it been?! You haven't visited for months!”

“We saw each other last week.”

Raon pushed her back as she rubbed her cheek against his.
Since weekend visits were allowed for official trainees, Sylvia had been visiting him every week.

“Those are two different things!”

Flailing her arms, Sylvia shook her head.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? I’ll have dinner prepared.
Helen!”

“Young master, please wait for a moment.”

Sylvia went to the kitchen with the maids.
Judging from the smell, it looked like they were preparing a beef stew.

How to say it.

It was difficult to put it into words, but he felt comfortable whenever he came to the annex building.
Maybe that’s what a real home, something he’d never had in his previous life, was supposed to feel like.

“Prepare it quickly! Raon must be hungry!”

“I know! But the ingredients…”

“Use everything that’s left for now!”

Raon headed to the bathroom, listening to the friendly sounds coming from the kitchen.

 

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At daybreak in Raon’s room, Judiel knelt with her head bowed.

Raon tapped the paper in his hand, sitting at his bed.
It was the same paper as the moonlight paper he’d found in the lake last time.

“Raise your head.”

At the dignified voice, Judiel trembled and raised her head.

“Any orders from the Central Martial Palace?”

“No, nothing special.
There was an order to investigate more thoroughly when the young master began learning the fist and swordsmanship techniques so quickly, but it looks like they lost interest since the young master hasn’t managed to develop an aura.”

“Is that so?”

Raon smiled.
Since aura was the most important aspect for any warrior, it looked like they’d lost interest in him, since he wasn’t talented in it.

“How about mother?”

“They seem less interested in Lady Sylvia as well.
At this rate, there’s a possibility that I’ll be called back.”

One might think that it was a good thing for her to be called back, but that wasn’t the case at all.

‘I can’t use her anymore.’

Since that defeated the purpose of having made Judiel into a double agent, it wasn’t a desirable course of action.

“By… By any chance, did the young master purposely avoid acquiring an aura…”

Judiel opened her trembling mouth.

“I wonder.”

Instead of answering, Raon just smiled.
It was enough to make Judiel swallow.

The fear of that day still dominated her.

“Thank you for your work.
You may go now.”

“Yes, yes!”

Judiel stood with trembling eyes.
Rejoicing over the fact that she didn’t have to go through the pain and fear anymore, she quickly opened the door and left.

They’re going to believe that you didn’t learn aura on purpose.

‘Using the atmosphere and the situation to my favor is also a strength.’

Raon tapped Wrath, who was hanging on his wrist.
Judiel was going to misunderstand on her own and nurture her fear against him.

You are so pathetic, struggling to learn an aura.
Back in devildom, the King of Essence could perform any magic or martial art with his eyes closed once learned.

‘I’m so pathetic, indeed.’

Raon casually responded and left the room.
Since he wasn’t in a hurry, he could laugh off Wrath’s contempt.

“Hmm?”

As he was about to go to the garden for the daylight training, a man approached him from a distance.
The red-haired elf that brought around a pleasant wind was Rimmer.

“Instructor?”

“Did you sleep well?”

Rimmer waved his hand, hair its usual bird's nest.

“What brought you here at daybreak?”

“I didn’t keep my promise back then.
I felt bad about it, so I figured I’d help you out a bit.”

“Promise?”

“I ran away after promising to teach you the ‘Advanced Rising Fist’ on the first day of fist technique training.”

“Ah!”

“Since it’s too late now for that, I’ll teach you something else.”

He grinned and flicked his finger.
A dark green wind rose from the end of his long finger.

“I’ll teach you about attribute.”

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