The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman Chapter 875

Episode 875.

“Help me….”

Raon’s brow narrowed as he reread the only sentence in the letter.

“Are you serious?

He didn’t know Borgoth well, but he knew he wasn’t the kind of person to pull a prank like this.

He must be in deep trouble to send a letter like this to someone he doesn’t even know.

“Mmm….”

Chad, the non-banqueter, looked at the letter out of the corner of his eye and let out a huff.

“Dude, I don’t think it’s a prank if it’s just a plea for help.”

He nodded heavily, as if he’d thought the same thing himself.

“Do you happen to have any information about the Grey Hammer Guild?”

“If it’s the Grey Hammer, then it’s the guild of craftsmen with Borgoth at the head, the one who sent the letter.”

Chad lowered his gaze apologetically.

“I apologise, sir. At the moment, the Non-Conference is focusing on the Five Huang Oma’s wars across the continent, so we don’t have any information on the Grey Hammer Guild….”

He lowered his head, apologising for not being able to help.

“No need to apologise.”

Raon shook his head nonchalantly.

“Of course you don’t know.

At the moment, it was hard enough to keep an eye on Siegfried’s territory without spending twenty-four hours a day on it.

It was only natural that they had no information on the Grey Hammer Guild, which they had no connection to.

“It’s probably better that we don’t have any information.

The lack of information was actually a good thing, as it made it less likely that Omar was involved in this.

“So we’ll have to ask the black market?

Raon frowned, studying Borgoth’s rough handwriting again.

“No, I don’t think I have time for that.

‘The fact that he sent this letter with no other explanation suggests that he is in a very urgent situation. Perhaps it would be better to stop by the Grey Hammer Guild on the way to get some information.

“You’re thinking of going.”

Chad’s eyes narrowed as if he recognised my thoughts.

“Yep. I have some grace, and I need the help of the dwarves.”

Raon nodded.

“The bones and scales of dragons require more than Sigmar’s craftsmanship.

There are few craftsmen who can forge armour from the bones, teeth and scales of dragons.

It would be a great help to Borgoth, as well as the dwarves of the Grey Hammer Guild, and I wanted to help.

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

Chad bowed, promising to get it ready right away.

“Thank you.”

Raon turned to face Chad and bowed.

“Ehey, no, not between us!”

Chad threw his hands up in the air and rushed off toward the non-banquet.

“Between us….”

Raon stared at Chad with steady eyes, then turned his gaze toward the annex.

“But….

How do I tell them I’m leaving after less than a day back?

Sylvia and Edgar would understand, but he was worried about how Sia, with her young mind, would react.

“Hah….”

Raon let out a long sigh as he made his way to the annex.

-I’d expect that from the Bone King’s brilliant mind….

Rath smiled expectantly.

-Might I be right?

‘I’d say that’s bullshit….’

Raon swallowed dryly as he watched Shia wave from the front of the annexe.

“Maybe it’s real?

* * *

“I see I still don’t know Raon very well.”

Glenn shook his head, glancing back and forth between Cheryl and Roen.

“I thought he was just the best talent in Sigmar, but he’s more than that. The best on the continent. No, the best in Gogum.”

He reveals a flushed cheek, noting that it’s not the first time he’s been stunned while teaching Raon today.

“You teach him one, he understands ten, he understands five. He’s my grandson, but it’s like watching a monster.”

Glenn gripped the armrests of the throne, noting Raon’s growing martial talent.

“He’s different. That’s the best way to describe her, and I’m more excited about what she has to prove than what she’s shown so far.”

Glenn leaned back in the throne, his expression mesmerised by his grandson.

“Heh, heh, heh.”

Roen clapped Glenn on the back.

“I, too, am amazed at your progress, Master Raon. Most martial artists focus on maximising their strengths, but you’ve managed to overcome your weaknesses while enhancing your strengths.”

He nodded in acknowledgement of the incredible talent and hard work.

“That’s right, even the most brilliant genius has flaws, and Raon is erasing them!”

Glenn clenched his fists impatiently. For the first time in a long time, the armrests of the throne crinkled like paper.

“Isn’t it?”

He gestured to Cheryl, whose eyes narrowed in agreement.

“…Yes, there is no child like Raon anywhere!”

Cheryl’s eyes widened and she nodded quickly.

“Kah-hum!”

Glenn grinned broadly, his forehead flushed red with pleasure at his grandson’s praise.

“Hey, Roen….”

Cheryl took advantage of Glenn’s laughter and moved to Roen’s side.

“How do you get a reaction like that? This is the fifth time you’ve told me the same thing.”

Glenn was repeating the same thing for the fifth time, as if he’d spun a recording spell after calling himself and Roen since the early hours of the morning.

He was surprised that Roen didn’t seem to mind, even though he was getting tired of hearing it.

“The Heavenly Sword Lord often goes on missions, if you haven’t noticed….”

Roen shook his head with a wry smile.

“Five times is not an uncommon occurrence.”

He smiled faintly, noting that repeating Raon’s praise ten times was also common.

“Uhhh….”

Cheryl clasped her hands together in front of her and bowed her head.

“You’re in a lot of trouble.”

“Heh heh heh.”

Roen couldn’t say no, so she just laughed.

“Cheryl!”

Glenn called Cheryl’s name and lowered his eyebrows.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Of course!”

Cheryl nodded coldly.

“So how many times has Raon surprised me with a Thunderbolt?”

“The second!”

This was the fifth time she’d heard Glenn say it, so she didn’t hesitate a moment.

“You’re wrong, it’s the fourth.”

Glenn shook his head emphatically.

“What? But….”

“The second time you freaked out, the fourth time you freaked out a lot.”

“No, what difference does it make….”

“You don’t know the difference.”

He lowered his eyebrows in disbelief.

“I don’t know….”

As Cheryl rolled her eyes, there was a knock on the door that saved her.

“My lord. May I come in?”

As soon as he heard Raon’s small voice, Glenn’s crumpled expression lifted like a lie.

“Kahhhhhh!”

Glenn cleared his throat with a loud cough and nodded.

“Come in.”

He couldn’t hide the tremor that crept into his voice, as if his mood had improved drastically.

“I’m sorry, you must be tired. Hmm?”

Raon opened the door himself and stepped in, his eyes widening.

“Lord Heavenly Sword?”

He’d expected Roen to be there, but he hadn’t expected Cheryl to be with him.

“Good to see you, indeed.”

Cheryl waved, looking strangely more pleased than ever.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

Glenn nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching like a freshly caught fish.

“I’m here to tell you something urgent. A little while ago….”

Raon let out a short sigh and told him about receiving Borgoth’s letter.

“Borgoth of the Grey Hammer Guild….”

Glenn raised a hand and cupped his chin.

“Different race, but he’s not one for bullshit.”

“I’m of the same opinion. In the short time I’ve known him, he’s a man of weight.”

While the other dwarves were surprised to see Drake, Borgoth saw through the scars and recognised his skill.

For such a serious man to write to him for help, he must be in great danger.

“Then….”

“Yes. I’d like to go.”

Raon bowed his head as if to say that he must go.

“Are you going to take the jester with you?”

“No. I’m going to give the inspectors a break. It could be a trap.”

It would be unwise to take the whole troupe with us, as it could be a trap for Omar.

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

“Three foremen and a warehouse. No, I’m only taking one porter.”

Raon clasped his hands in front of him, indicating that there would only be four of them.

“That’s a good idea, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Glenn jerked his chin lazily as he said he’d think about it.

“Then….”

Cheryl raised her hand toward Glenn.

“Do you want me to follow?”

She shrugged her shoulders as if to say what the hell.

“Sounds good.”

Glenn nodded as if it was a good idea.

“You sure you don’t mind?”

Raon narrowed her eyes.

“I’d love to, but you must be tired….”

Cheryl is the busiest person in Sigkhardt right now. I didn’t want to take up any of her time when she’s barely back and taking a break.

“It’s okay.”

Cheryl came up beside me and shook her head.

“I think I’d be more tired if I stayed here.”

She elbowed her own waist, as if to pull her along.

“Then we’ll go all the way to the Thousand Sword Capital. But….”

Glenn narrowed his eyes at Raon’s head.

“Why is your hair the way it is?”

He frowned at Raon’s hair, which looked like a rat had eaten it or a bird had built a nest in it.

“Ah….”

Raon pouted and smiled awkwardly as she ran her palm through her rising hair.

“My sister….”

Her mother and father cheered her on as if to say, “Go on, go on,” but Sia was having none of it.

She was so strong that they couldn’t stop her, and her hair was ripped off.

“Mmm….”

Glenn’s eyes sunk deeply when I told him what had happened in the annex.

“Go, my lord. It’s no big deal, it wasn’t a fight, it was just….”

Shea said it was out of regret, but Glenn’s stony expression didn’t soften.

“What’s wrong with him?

I was scratching my head, wondering what was going on, when Cheryl came up beside me and whispered.

“I think he’s jealous.”

“What?”

Raon’s eyes widened.

“Envious?”

Of getting his head ripped off, or being ripped off?

I couldn’t tell, so I chuckled.

-Uhh….

Lars looked at Glenn and shook his head.

-Not normal! Not normal!

* * * *

5The jester’s quarters were set up next to the rehearsal hall.

It was quiet, as most of the swordsmen had returned to their homes, but there was one room that was particularly noisy.

“A lot of stuff, but a lot of stuff, too.”

Dorian scrunched up the bridge of his nose as he checked his pockets.

“I’ll have to fill them all.

They’d gained a lot of dragon bones, scales, and teeth on their recent trip to Seifia, but they’d used up a fair amount of supplies to fend off the enemy.

It would keep me busy for days to replenish them.

“I’ll need a stone wall, some internal wound medicine, external wound medicine, and holy water….”

As Dorian was writing down the supplies he needed, someone knocked on his door.

“Who is it?”

When he opened the door, there was no one there and a note on the floor.

“What is this?”

He opened it and read it, and it was a letter from Raon, telling him to get ready because he had somewhere to go.

“Aww, he’s calling me out of the blue again.”

Dorian sighed and placed the note on his desk.

“No time, no date.

In an echo of Remer, Raon disappeared, leaving only a note to be ready.

“I’ll have to fill it faster.”

Dorian didn’t know when Raon would return, so he’d have to move quickly to fill in the missing items.

Dorian made a mental note of the items he needed and was about to get up when the knock came again.

“What again this time… Huh?”

He opened the door, and this time it was Raon, all dressed and ready to go.

“My lord?”

Dorian’s eyes widened, puzzled by Raon’s unexpected visit.

“Are you ready?”

Raon jerked his chin as if to say, “Let’s go.

“Uh…? Yeah?”

Dorian narrowed his eyes.

“It’s been less than half an hour since you said we should leave!”

“That’s plenty of time.”

“No, no, no, no, we need to get supplies!”

He racked his brains for the many things he was lacking.

“If you suddenly call me like this….”

“I told you.”

“It’s been half an hour! Half an hour! The captain gave us at least half a day!”

Dorian screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Half an hour is plenty.”

Raon shook his head, saying that ten minutes was enough time for the swordsman to prepare.

“That’s the High Lord, and I’m the quartermaster, and I get shivers down my arms and legs and a tightness in my chest when I don’t have enough supplies!”

Dorian shook his head, pleading for time to prepare his supplies.

“Oh, that’s all right, I’ll just go and get it.”

“What? How do I go and get it….”

I could only shake my head in confusion as I didn’t understand.

“Well, once we get to….”

Raon smiled at Dorian’s innocent eyes.

“Because it’s your house.”

* * *

The seaside was bathed in gloomy darkness.

The sun was shining brightly on the continent, but only the cold light of the moon filled the beach.

“….”

A young man stood on the shore with his back to the shore, his mask reflecting only the white moonlight.

He was enjoying the tranquil darkness when a man in a green snake helmet appeared.

“You’ve been busy.”

The man in the green snake helmet, Ning Langsha, narrowed his gaze sharply.

“As you know, I have a lot of things to take care of, but….”

Ta Chen, the one wearing the mask of a young man, cocked his head.

“I hear you’ve failed again.”

Ta Chen clicked his tongue briefly in disappointment, his voice mesmerisingly soft, but his tone was all too stern.

“Well, I thought I could catch Raon Sieghardt this time….”

Nolansa’s sigh shook the dusky night air.

“He turned up much stronger than we thought. He is beyond all reason.”

He chuckled, still in disbelief.

“I’ve heard rumours that he’s reached the Transcendent Realm, but he’s no match for you and the great dragons?”

Ta Chen slowly turned his gaze to look at Ning Langsha.

“He was no match for me and the dragon at the same time. If Matirus had used his full strength, I could have taken him down, but he was stupid enough to let his guard down.”

Nolansa sneered at the dead dragon.

“He gets stronger with experience, so he must be more dangerous now.”

“Perhaps so. He’s not the same person he was when he was captured by our branch.”

Ta Chen nodded in agreement.

“In fact, I had a chance to bind Raon, but Merlin got in the way again.”

Nolansa’s snake eyes narrowed.

“A pity.”

Thaeton brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead. He seemed to regret not only Raon’s death, but Nolansa’s as well.

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

Nolansa’s eyes narrowed sharply.

“You are not complete until you die, are you?”

Ta Chen looked at her with sympathy.