The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

》”Why is it only this brat….”

Wrath flopped his tail like a carp on a hook.

》”How can he be this lucky! Fortune bursts like a fountain everywhere he goes!”

The Demon King of Wrath clutched his head, lamenting that the world revolved around Raon.

‘It’s true I’m lucky, but that’s not all.’

Raon shook his head calmly.

‘I kept planning, put in the effort accordingly, and produced results.’

He flicked his fingertip, telling Wrath to think about it carefully.

》”Ggggh….”

Wrath chewed his lip, seemingly out of words.

‘Shall I see how much I gained today?’

Just as Raon smiled and prepared to check the reward messages.

“Wrath’s vessel….”

Sloth turned his gaze toward him.

“Come… here….”

He gestured slowly, like a sloth, as if he needed him.

“He’s not Wrath’s vessel, he’s Raon!”

Evelyn gripped Sloth’s collar more firmly and shook him.

“And hurry up and give me the bracelet! I want the same one!”

She gnashed her teeth, declaring she would never let go until she received a bracelet identical to Raon’s.

“P-please stop! I’ll give you a bracelet!”

Dorian shouted for her to release the Demon King and reached into his waist pouch.

“You have bracelets?”

Evelyn turned around, her eyes widening.

“Yes! They’re essentials, so I always carry them!”

Dorian nodded and pulled dozens of bracelets from his pouch. They were all black.

“Wow!”

Evelyn tossed Sloth aside and immediately began inspecting the bracelets.

“Phew….”

Dorian let out a sigh, muttering that he was saved.

》”Why… why does that one carry so many bracelets? And only black ones?”

Wrath let out a huff of disbelief, unable to understand it no matter how he looked at it.

‘He probably has just as many in other colors.’

Given Dorian’s personality, it was certain he carried other colored bracelets in similar quantities.

“None…. There isn’t a single flower bracelet like Raon’s!”

Evelyn frowned, noting that while some were similar, they were all slightly different.

“Those aren’t exactly essentials….”

“Those are the real essentials! If you don’t have one, make one and give it to me!”

She now grabbed Dorian’s collar and shook him instead of Sloth.

“I-I’ll have it custom-made and bring it. If you just wait a moment….”

“Bring it now!”

“Ugh!”

Even while being tormented by Evelyn, a faint smile played on Dorian’s lips, happy that the Demon King’s rampage had been stopped.

‘Well done.’

Raon gave Dorian a thumbs-up in appreciation before approaching Sloth.

“Why did you call me? To tell me to teach Runaan well?”

“No….”

Sloth shook his head slowly.

“That child… fundamentally… carries the concept of… Sloth within her soul…. Just as a living thing… naturally breathes… she will be able to handle… Sloth without difficulty…. She might even… move better than you…?”

He blinked, stating that Runaan had a talent for wielding Sloth.

“Handle Sloth better than me?”

“Actually, you… are the strange one…. Even though you… lack the emotion of… Sloth… you handle it… freely…. It wouldn’t be strange… to call it a miracle….”

Sloth exhaled a murky breath, explaining that Raon was originally a human who could not possess Sloth.

“See for yourself….”

He pointed his finger toward Runaan.

“That is the appearance… of a human… who can obtain… Sloth….”

Despite the importance of the situation, Runaan looked as if she were falling asleep again, her eyes half-closed and drooling.

“I-I see.”

Raon swallowed hard, watching the blinking Runaan.

“However… it would be best… if you stayed… by her side….”

Sloth lowered his hand lightly.

“Why?”

“Since your Sloth… is far more… massive than that child’s…, the closer you are… the more positive influence… she will receive….”

He nodded, explaining that Runaan’s Sloth would grow stronger the more she was with him.

“I can’t be there forever, but I’ll try to stay close as much as possible.”

Raon nodded while looking at Runaan.

“Is that all?”

“No….”

Sloth slowly raised his finger.

“The reason I called you… is because of the… war with the Archangels….”

“What does that mean?”

Raon narrowed his eyes.

“When the… war with the Archangels breaks out… I will tell you… the method to… summon me…. But before that….”

Sloth paused for a moment, slowly closing and then opening his eyes.

“I want to hear… what you… truly desire….”

He lowered his chin solemnly, as if he needed to understand properly.

“What I truly desire?”

“That child… will become the… medium connecting… you and me…, but even so, the Sloth… will be insufficient….”

“I imagine so.”

“Even if it… consumes the Divine Authority you possess… do you wish to summon… my true body, which exceeds all power…? Or do you wish to leave your power be, and summon me… only through the Sloth connected to that child…?”

Sloth looked at Raon, stating that since a medium like Runaan had appeared, he would ask the question again.

“That’s a simple question.”

Raon nodded with a thin smile.

“I….”

===

“I’m telling you, he’s a real Demon King!”

Gold Dragon Parateus waved his hands frantically.

“I’m certain! You cannot deceive the eyes of a dragon, the guardians of the Middle Realm!”

He screamed that Sloth was the Sloth Demon King.

“Then what about that child?”

Blade Monarch Yubert let out a deep sigh while looking at Parateus.

“She slept for five days, just like the human you’re claiming is a Demon King.”

He shook his head, telling Parateus to think back to what he had said five days ago.

“I-I can’t explain that part either….”

Parateus averted his gaze, admitting he didn’t know about that.

“Anyway, it’s certain! Please believe me!”

He pressed his hands together, pleading for them to believe him.

“Hey. Stop talking nonsense and go restore the forest you destroyed.”

Sword Monarch Sieran approached Parateus.

“You spent five days eating and lounging just to figure out if he was a Demon King or whatever. Get to work!”

She shouted for him to move and kicked Parateus in the rear.

“Aaaagh!”

Parateus fell to the ground with a scream.

“This physical body is weak! It might break! Control your strength! You gorilla!”

He gnashed his teeth at the Sword Monarch.

“Hah?”

“Ugh….”

As the Sword Monarch frowned, Parateus shut his mouth tight.

“But seriously, he’s a Demon King….”

However, before a few seconds had passed, his lips twitched again, insisting Sloth was a Demon King.

“Let’s assume the human sleeping at the mountain peak is a Demon King, as you say.”

The Blade Monarch closed and opened his eyes, standing before Parateus.

“What has he done wrong?”

He flicked his chin, telling him to speak.

“What…?”

Parateus frowned, confused by the question.

“I asked what he has done wrong, assuming he is the Sloth Demon King as you claimed. From what I saw, he did nothing but sleep peacefully.”

The Blade Monarch’s voice sank low.

“Rather, it is you and I who destroyed nature and instilled fear in the monsters, causing them to attack people.”

He pointed toward the desolate, broken foothills of Stehrin Mountain.

“A Sloth Demon King who does nothing but sleep, versus you and I, who unintentionally destroyed a mountain and caused people to die. Which one seems more like a Demon King?”

The Blade Monarch cast a piercing gaze, demanding an answer.

“T-that’s….”

Parateus could not answer and pressed his lips together.

“To be honest, I also do not believe that human is an ordinary being. He might truly be a Demon King, as you say. But even if he is, I do not know what he has done wrong to deserve death.”

The Blade Monarch lowered his brow.

“Doesn’t it seem strange when you think about it? Why must we kill a Demon King who has done nothing, while leaving the Archangels who follow the evil Derus alone?”

He wrinkled his nose, unable to understand the logic of the dragons.

“Hmm, now that you mention it….”

Parateus cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“I don’t know why I was so intent on killing the Demon King?”

He shook his head, recalling that the moment he saw Sloth, an abnormal amount of murderous intent had surged within him.

“Right now, I don’t need to follow the laws of the dragons….”

Parateus scratched his cheek, as if he couldn’t understand his own emotions.

“Then it’s possible the Celestials planted a stereotype in the minds of the dragons and the continent.”

As the Blade Monarch and Parateus were agonizing, Raon’s voice drifted from behind.

“Stereotype?”

Parateus raised an eyebrow.

“The Celestials are good and righteous, and the Demons are evil and insidious. This is the basic concept and common sense of the continent. However, the Demons I’ve seen were not simply evil beings. Likewise, the Celestials were not purely good and righteous.”

Raon nodded, his lips twisting.

“It seems the Archangels and the Celestials planted concepts favorable to themselves in this world.”

Hearing Parateus’s words had given him certainty. It was definitely the Archangels who had planted the stereotypes of the Celestials and Demons across the continent and manipulated the dragons.

“I want to call that bullshit, but….”

Parateus let out a low groan while looking at Raon.

“It doesn’t seem entirely impossible.”

He nodded, admitting the logic sounded plausible.

“T-then was that sleepyhead really a Demon King?”

The Sword Monarch gaped, looking up at Stehrin Mountain.

“Yes. He is.”

Raon nodded with a light smile.

“As Parateus-nim said, he is the Sloth Demon King.”

Since the Blade Monarch seemed to have already noticed, Raon spoke honestly to gain his deeper trust.

“Oh my! I’m sorry!”

The Sword Monarch quickly dusted off Parateus’s rear, which she had been kicking so diligently.

“Huuu….”

Parateus sniffled, as if overcome by sorrow.

“I think I need to re-examine the history of the continent. It seems certain that someone has been playing tricks.”

Raon looked up at the sky with cold eyes.

“T-then are we returning to the family?”

Dorian panted, eager to return to Zieghart.

“Yes. Now that we’ve finished our tasks, we should head back.”

Raon nodded with a smile.

===

“Since the problem with Stehrin Mountain has been resolved, monster attacks will decrease in the future.”

He smiled, saying monsters would only be seen very occasionally, as before.

“Ooh!”

“As expected of Raon-nim!”

“Everything gets solved instantly when the Sword Emperor arrives!”

The Rangers and knights cheered, realizing they could finally rest.

“Idiots!”

Miland frowned, displeased by the scene.

“One only grows stronger by fighting! Fighting!”

He kicked the nearby knights, calling them pathetic.

“Castle Lord.”

Raon approached the angry Miland and lowered his voice.

“As you may know, a great war that will determine the fate of the continent will soon occur. Would you be willing to fight alongside us then?”

Knowing that Habun Castle at the northern edge could not avoid the war of the Five Kings and Three Demon Kings, he bowed his head, asking them to participate.

“Whether we can join? Your question is wrong.”

Miland shook his head firmly.

“I—no, our Habun Castle—will always stand with Zieghart!”

He stomped his foot violently and let out a roar infused with Aura.

“Uoooooh!”

The knights and Rangers erupted in an even louder shout, releasing Battle Aura that would not be outdone by Miland.

“Just looking at the atmosphere here, it feels like we’ve already won. Thank you.”

Raon smiled and bowed politely.

“Enough with the useless pleasantries. Take this.”

Miland handed Raon a token with the crest of the white wall.

“This is….”

“It signifies that Habun Castle supports Raon Zieghart as the successor of Zieghart.”

He placed the token in Raon’s palm, telling him to show it to Glenn.

“Castle Lord….”

“I still cannot forget the day you entered Habun Castle as a mere brat. They say a deep-rooted tree is not shaken by any storm. You have truly grown well.”

Miland nodded with a solemn gaze, feeling proud just by looking at Raon.

“…Thank you.”

Raon bit his lip, looking at the token of Habun Castle in his palm.

“If you are grateful, become a lord more magnificent than the current Head of House.”

Miland smiled, as if that would be enough.

“I don’t know if I can….”

Raon carefully cradled the token in his hand.

“I will do my best.”

===

“This is Sieran-nim, a descendant of the Sword Sect and the one who earned the epithet of the Sword Monarch.”

Raon stood beside the Sword Monarch and raised his hand politely.

“You remember me, right? It’s nice to see the Northern Extermination King again.”

The Sword Monarch smiled and waved.

“This is Yubert-nim, a descendant of the Blade Sect and the one with the epithet of the Blade Monarch.”

He moved a step aside to introduce the Blade Monarch.

“The Blade Monarch, Yubert, greets the Northern Extermination King.”

The Blade Monarch bowed politely with his hands joined.

“Lastly, this is Parateus-nim, an Ancient Dragon of the Gold Clan.”

He stepped back, pointing to Parateus at the far left.

“I am Parateus… sir.”

Parateus almost spoke informally, but after seeing Glenn’s gaze, he added the formal ending at the last second.

“These three have expressed their wish to be with me.”

Raon bowed and then stood up, informing Glenn that he had taken charge of the three.

Fwoosh.

Something white escaped from Glenn’s mouth. His expression and gaze upon hearing the introductions of the Sword Monarch, the Blade Monarch, and Parateus were so bizarre that they defied description.

》”You, your grandpa is ascending to heaven!”

Wrath gestured urgently toward Glenn.

》”Stop him right now!”