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The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman (Web Novel) - Chapter 903
Chapter 903
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“The one accompanying us on this mission is…”
Raon swallowed dryly as he met Karoon’s cold, piercing gaze.
“…is it you, Lord of True Martial Palace?”
He had expected Glenn to assign a powerful force to the mission—but he never imagined it would be Karoon.
‘I thought it would be the Public Sword or Battle Sword Palaces.’
He had prepared greetings for Serena, the head of the Public Sword Palace, or Latain, of the Battle Sword Palace. But with Karoon suddenly appearing, his heart nearly sank.
‘Is… is Father really joining the mission?’
Burren seemed just as unaware, eyes wide open as he stepped forward.
“Yes.”
Karoon gave a calm nod.
“The head of house personally assigned me to this mission.”
He said Glenn had come to him directly and entrusted him with the task, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“To think I’d get to go on a mission with Father! It’s an honor!”
Burren clenched his fists, clearly thrilled at the prospect of working with his father.
“Burren Zieghart.”
Karoon frowned as he looked at Burren, whose face was flushed with excitement.
“Out here, I am not your father. I am the Lord of True Martial Palace. Keep your head straight.”
“S-sorry….”
Realizing his mistake, Burren quickly lowered his head.
“As long as you understand.”
Karoon turned away with a frosty air, satisfied that the point had been made.
-Haaah….
Wrath shook his head as he looked back and forth between Karoon and Burren.
-Why is everyone in that family the same? The old man, the father—they’re all identical!
He clicked his tongue, saying they all kept their true feelings hidden behind cold expressions.
“The head of house himself…”
Raon glanced back at the main palace and quietly clicked his tongue.
‘He’s more concerned than I expected.’
Summoning Chamber and elite magicians from the Black Tower, and even calling in Karoon… Glenn clearly intended for no one to be sacrificed on this mission.
“You’ve brought quite the amusing news, Lord of Light Wind Palace.”
Karoon’s sharp eyes narrowed even further, as if to reproach Raon for not telling him about the Black Tower earlier.
“That’s…”
“Well done.”
Contrary to expectation, he nodded and praised him.
“Valuing your family and maintaining secrecy are two separate matters. You can’t guarantee there aren’t spies within Zieghart, so it’s best not to bring up sensitive topics in front of others.”
Karoon raised a finger to his lips, instructing Raon to keep secrets tightly sealed moving forward.
“…Thank you.”
Raon blinked in surprise and accepted the compliment. He hadn’t expected such words from Karoon, and it left him slightly dazed.
“Then are your preparations complete?”
“Time was short, but we’ve completed training and devised a basic strategy.”
Karoon nodded reassuringly.
“A strategy…”
“No need to worry. I understand that the central role in this mission lies with the Light Wind Palace.”
He added that unless something special occurred, he wouldn’t be taking the lead.
‘That’s unexpected.’
Raon frowned slightly.
‘I thought he’d take command himself…’
He had assumed Karoon would step in front and lead the mission, so this decision to leave it in Raon’s hands was surprising.
“The Light Wind Palace still hasn’t finalized its structure. How do you intend to proceed?”
Karoon tilted his chin to the left, curious.
“As you mentioned, since we haven’t finished personnel assignments, I plan to operate as before—dividing into the Light Wind and Iron Divisions.”
He believed the current method, with him overseeing the Light Wind and Trevin commanding the Iron Division, was still the most efficient.
“That does seem best.”
Karoon nodded without argument.
“For a short timeframe, you’ve done well. However…”
He narrowed his eyes as he scanned Raon and the Light Wind Palace members.
“Being late is never acceptable.”
“Late…?”
Raon looked up at the sky in confusion.
“I don’t think we were.”
Though some time had passed while talking with Karoon, when they first arrived at the front gate, it had been five minutes early.
“Ten minutes.”
Karoon raised his fully spread hand in front of Raon’s eyes.
“Arriving ten minutes early is the baseline for punctuality.”
He said this was a matter of etiquette, narrowing his nose.
“Being early is definitely a good habit, but I think five minutes early is enough. Or rather, I think anything not late is fine.”
Since it wasn’t a combat mission but simply a meetup, arriving on time should’ve been enough.
“No. You must arrive ten minutes early and be prepared.”
“If preparations are already made before departure, there’s no need to stand around for ten minutes.”
“….”
“….”
Raon and Karoon locked eyes, each staring into the other’s crimson gaze.
“If you act so relaxed, you’ll end up late during emergencies.”
“As I said, we finished preparations at Training Ground Five before coming here. We anticipated unexpected issues.”
“Even so, arriving early is…”
“Unless it’s a combat mission that starts immediately…”
The two of them began an odd, silent war over punctuality, exchanging philosophical arguments while ignoring the time completely.
‘These two…’
Illyun, the chief of external operations, stopped mid-motion while opening the gate and furrowed his brows.
‘What the hell is this mess?’
He shook his head as he watched Raon and Karoon’s silent standoff.
‘Why would they pair up two people who clearly don’t get along!?’
—
Crackle crackle.
Raon sat in front of a softly burning campfire, eating that evening’s stew. The salty chicken and smooth broth blended into a sweet harmony that filled his mouth with gentle satisfaction.
-Mmmh…
Wrath held his head and sighed deeply.
-This kind of rustic meal is great once in a while! You can taste nature itself!
He raised the corners of his mouth in bliss.
‘Should we just eat this all the time then?’
Raon shrugged while taking another spoonful of stew.
-Once in a while! I said once in a while, you petty bastard!
Wrath ground his teeth, saying he wanted it only as a change of pace—not every day.
‘Really?’
Raon smirked and picked up a piece of bread that came with the stew.
-Wait! That bread is…
‘Mhm.’
Ignoring Wrath’s attempt to stop him, he took a bite. It must’ve been freshly baked—the soft texture melted in his mouth.
-Ooooh…
Wrath finally lowered his round hands in relief and sighed.
‘Why?’
-I thought it was Nadine’s bread…
He sighed, saying his life had just been shortened by ten years.
‘Why? Were you hoping it was?’
-Of course not! I was terrified!
‘No worries. We won’t be eating that during this mission.’
Because it would be too suspicious if a large group suddenly disappeared near Montiro via teleportation, they were walking from the central region instead. Since they were still far away, there was no need to erase their traces yet.
‘Maybe I’ll raise my [Demonic Energy Detection] level while I eat.’
Raon activated the new trait. A refined energy bloomed from deep in his chest, harmonizing with his aura and extending outward.
‘Huh? There’s demonic energy here too?’
There were no monsters or demons around, yet he sensed a faint trace of demonic energy lingering nearby.
-Of course there is.
Wrath snorted in disdain.
-Demonic energy, blood energy, and dark aura are part of the world’s natural forces. They’re not as pervasive as mana, but so long as humans exist, faint traces will always be present.
He shook his head, saying it was stranger for such negative energy not to exist near people.
‘I see. I didn’t know that.’
Raon slowly lowered his hand, sensing the tiny demonic particles, finer than dew.
Clink.
As Raon meditated with his eyes closed, Karoon finished eating first, washed his own dishes, and handed them to the duty officer.
‘Huh?’
Raon exhaled quietly as he saw Karoon sipping tea afterward.
‘He washes his own dishes?’
-Even I’m surprised. I thought he’d just toss it aside with a glare…
Wrath nodded, clearly thinking the same.
“You wash your own dishes, Lord?”
Raon blinked as he looked across at Karoon.
“A Zieghart swordsman should do what he can for himself. That’s only natural.”
Karoon tilted his chin as if the question was absurd.
“Does the Lord of Light Wind Palace push his duties onto others?”
He narrowed his eyes slightly in disappointment.
“I…”
“That’s not true!”
Before Raon could respond, Burren jumped in.
“Raon doesn’t just clean up after meals—he helps pitch tents and stands watch, too!”
Burren shook his head, saying Raon had always set an example as a leader.
“Exactly. He butts in so much, we don’t even have anything to do.”
Martha sighed, saying it was annoying how involved he was.
“Yeah. He’s always darting around…”
Runaan raised her hand, saying she found it amusing to watch him.
“I see. Sorry for the misunderstanding.”
Karoon lowered his head slightly, admitting his mistake. Whether he had always been this way or had changed recently, his immediate apology was surprising.
“Let’s talk about the mission now.”
Karoon looked over the fire at Raon and nodded.
“I heard the general outline from the head of house, but I want to hear the details from you directly.”
He straightened his posture, asking Raon to explain everything from Demonblade Dreg’s story to Chamber’s involvement.
“We’re curious too.”
“Yeah! We only heard it was a Black Tower search mission!”
“I want to know…”
Burren, Martha, Runaan, and the others nodded, eager to hear the full story.
“Understood. Then…”
Raon created a soundproof barrier and explained everything—from what Demonblade Dreg told him, to Chamber’s arrival and their preparations.
“I see. No wonder the head of house praised you so much.”
Karoon nodded, saying it wasn’t just luck that led Raon to the Black Tower’s information.
“So what’s the plan moving forward?”
“I plan to have small groups infiltrate Montiro one at a time to search each sector.”
“Small groups?”
“Yes. It’s currently a busy tourist season in the south. I intend to divide our people into family, couple, and friend units, then have them enter and investigate buildings, objects, and people to find a clue connecting Montiro to the Black Tower.”
Raon brought his hands together and laid out the plan.
“A standard strategy. Not bad, but not especially good either. Given the lack of information, though, it’s the best option.”
Karoon nodded, agreeing it was the only path for now.
“But there’s a problem.”
“I think I know what it is.”
Raon’s eyes sank with understanding.
“The Black Tower’s detection, correct?”
“Exactly. If the Black Tower is truly hidden in Montiro, they’ll have detection spells or monsters that sense presence and intent.”
Karoon nodded gravely.
“We might be able to bypass those, but others will be at risk. If multiple Master-class warriors disguised as tourists, mercenaries, or adventurers suddenly show up, it’ll definitely raise alarms.”
He narrowed his gaze at the Light Wind Palace.
“There could even be artifacts that detect only powerful individuals like you, me, and the Iron Division leader. Without addressing that, the plan is doomed.”
Karoon’s tone was cold as he pointed out the hole in the strategy.
“I expected that. I’ve prepared accordingly.”
“Prepared?”
“Yes. It’s not with us now, but at the rendezvous point…”
“Ah, so that’s it?”
Even before Raon finished, Karoon understood and nodded matter-of-factly.
“Huh…”
Burren let out a quiet breath, watching the smooth exchange between Raon and Karoon.
‘What the? Why are they getting along so well?’
Who put those two together?
—
A golden beach, soaked in sunlight.
“Hm.”
A broad-shouldered, black-haired middle-aged man plopped down into the sand.
‘Whew, this isn’t easy.’
Disguised as a rich man, Roenn massaged his shoulders with a soft chuckle.
‘I’ve checked every suspicious spot, but nothing’s come up.’
He had changed disguises five times and stayed in Montiro for a month, but hadn’t found a single demon or wrongdoer—just a few drunken brawlers at night.
‘No trace of demonic energy or dark aura, either.’
No matter how well hidden, Roenn believed he wouldn’t miss such foul energies. But he hadn’t felt even a whiff of it since arriving.
‘Is the Black Tower really here?’
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Raon. He trusted him more than anyone but Glenn. But seeing it with his own eyes… Montiro didn’t feel like a place where the Black Tower could be.
‘If anything, this place feels too peaceful.’
Maybe because it was tucked away in the southernmost region, but the locals were kind, and the tourists were calm and gentle. It really was one of the best places on the continent for a quiet yet luxurious vacation.
‘Haa…’
Maybe I’ll check out the underground casino tonight.
He hadn’t visited yet, and now that he was playing the rich man, it was a good time to drop in.
“Hmm?”
Just as Roenn smacked his lips and tried to stand, a massive wave rose from the sea.
KWAHHHH!
A towering wave rose high enough to block the sun, and from behind it, a giant tentacled limb burst forth.
A kraken—a top-class sea monster. But this one had only seven legs instead of eight.
“Aaaargh!”
“K-Kraken!”
“Get out of the water!”
Tourists swimming and surfing panicked and swam for shore, but the tide pulled them outward, preventing escape.
“Hmm…”
Roenn furrowed his brow at the kraken looming over the people. He wanted to help, but his current identity made it impossible to act.
“Oh, there it is again.”
A voice called out from his left.
“Should I take two legs today?”
A white-haired young man with a massive sword slung over his shoulder tilted his chin with a smirk. He rushed forward in a gust of wind and severed the kraken’s leg before it could attack the people.
SKREEEEEEEE!
The kraken shrieked and retreated.
“Where do you think you’re going! Give me another one!”
The white-haired youth stepped on the sea like it was solid ground and cut off another leg.
KIIAAAAAA!
The kraken let out a sorrowful cry and fled into the deep sea.
“No need to worry about octopus dishes for a while.”
The youth, displaying not just swordsmanship but monstrous strength, slung the severed kraken leg over his shoulder and dragged it back.
WAAAAAAAH!
Kalop! Kalop! Kalop!
The tourists and locals cheered and chanted the young man’s name.
“We’ll have an octopus feast tonight. Everyone’s invited!”
The white-haired youth—Kalop—grinned, saying everyone could enjoy the delicacy.
“….”
Roenn narrowed his eyes as he watched Kalop’s massive sword and well-trained physique.
‘He’s strong.’
Even without using his full strength, the weight of Kalop’s presence pressed against his skin. If he went all out, he might rival even the squad leaders of the Light Wind Palace.
‘There were four like him, right?’
Because Montiro was often attacked by monsters, it had four powerful local forces. Kalop was one of their leaders.
Despite his young age, his power was immense. Roenn had investigated his background, but found nothing unusual. His aura wasn’t demonic or malicious, just pure mana.
‘Hmph. This is getting more complicated…’
As Roenn sighed and shook his head, a small voice called out from behind him.
“Mister!”
A boy of about twelve ran up with a bright smile. He was one of those young guides often found in tourist spots.
“It’s time for your meal!”
“It’s that late already?”
Roenn glanced up at the blazing midday sun and nodded.
“Right. Perrin. Where were you taking me today?”
“There’s a place with the best chili crab!”
The boy, Perrin, licked his lips excitedly. Though it was the third time visiting the same spot, Roenn nodded as if it were new.
“All right, let’s go.”
Roenn smiled softly and patted Perrin’s head.
“Hey, old man! Come back here tonight. I’ll give you something tastier than that chili crab!”
Kalop waved him over, having overheard the conversation.
“Kraken cuisine, huh… Even if it’s pricey, I can’t miss that.”
Roenn nodded in agreement.
“Tch. I don’t need your money.”
Kalop shook his hand, saying just to show up, then left the beach.
“Kalop’s really good at cooking too, and he never accepts money! It’s like he hates it or something!”
Perrin laughed as he watched Kalop walk away.
“Hating money, huh…”
Roenn nodded slowly, as if he understood.
“Ah! We have to go! We’ll lose the reservation!”
Perrin ran ahead, saying someone else would take the seat.
“Slow down.”
Roenn waved and followed after him, smiling faintly—unaware of the black flicker hiding deep in the eyes of both Kalop and Perrin.
