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The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman (Web Novel) - Chapter 905
Chapter 905
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– “No demonic energy at all? That doesn’t make any sen—”
Wrath, who had been snorting, froze mid-sentence.
– “Wait. Now that I think about it, even malice is gone…”
His blue eyes trembled as he said he couldn’t feel any demonic energy either, despite being able to in his current spiritual state.
‘He really can’t feel any malice?’
Raon swallowed dryly as he looked at the stunned Wrath.
– “I’m sure of it. Even though I’m in a spiritual form and my senses aren’t perfect, I should still be able to sense malice.”
Wrath nodded, saying it was certain.
‘Negative energies like malice and demonic energy should be present anywhere, right?’
Raon lightly bit his lip as he looked up at Montiro’s clear sky.
– “Not everywhere. But they exist wherever humans are.”
Wrath slowly shook his head.
– “You may not understand, being so un-human yourself, but humans are incredibly complicated creatures. One moment they’re joyful over gaining a single gold coin, the next they’re consumed with envy and rage because their neighbor got ten.”
He clicked his tongue, saying humans were more troublesome than demons or angels.
– “Because of their complexity, they naturally emit negative energy like malice and demonic energy—just as animals shed fur while breathing. Of course, it’s usually too faint to cause harm. However…”
Wrath raised his small hand and slammed it down into the air.
– “This land doesn’t have even the tiniest speck of demonic energy. With this many people around, that’s just not possible.”
His eyes darted around, saying some kind of mechanism must be hiding it.
‘I feel the same.’
Raon gave a slight nod as he looked ahead again.
‘There hasn’t been a single place where I didn’t sense even a trace of malice.’
Since leaving Zieghart, he had continuously used [Demonic Energy Detection], and Montiro was the only place where he felt absolutely nothing.
Even in tiny villages with just a few residents, he could detect fragments of negative energy—but not here. Not even a hint.
‘Let’s try it again.’
He activated [Demonic Energy Detection] one more time, but no suspicious energy could be felt anywhere. It was like gazing into a pristine spring of clear morning water—utterly pure.
– “Same here.”
Wrath furrowed his brows.
– “Still no trace of malice. It’s as if it doesn’t exist at all.”
He bit his lip, saying it was deeply unsettling.
‘Even if we don’t know exactly what’s happening…’
Raon tensed his fingertips as he looked at the joyful crowd.
‘There’s no doubt this place is strange.’
The words that Demonblade Dreg spoke before dying were gaining weight. And this was only the beginning.
“Are we there yet? I need to go buy stuff!”
Dorian stomped impatiently and urged Rensia forward.
“We’re close. The most expensive lodging is up on the hill because of the view.”
Rensia smiled and pointed to a building atop the hill. A white structure shaped like jagged waves—it looked luxurious, almost shining under good maintenance.
“Whoa, that looks expensive.”
Krein, resting a greatsword on his shoulder, widened his mouth in awe.
“Then go sleep at a tavern.”
Raon tilted his chin, staying in character as the wealthy, arrogant merchant.
“Ah, no way! I have to protect the master!”
Krein shook his head with conviction.
“Please, just let me go already!”
Dorian smacked his lips, clearly more concerned with shopping than luxury accommodations.
“Sigh…”
Raon smacked the back of Dorian’s head and muttered for him to just go already.
“You three are merchants, right?”
Rensia blinked her green eyes as she asked. With black hair and green eyes, she was just cute now—but she had the look of someone who’d grow up to be a head-turner.
“That’s right. We scrape by picking up what we can.”
Raon yawned and nodded.
“Young master! The head of a trading company shouldn’t say that! You should be proud!”
Dorian raised his fist, shouting that he should show the pride of a merchant.
“Keep it. Want me to pass it down to you?”
Raon waved his hand, saying he didn’t need it.
“W-what? I couldn’t…”
Dorian, the legitimate heir of the great Seiphia Trading Company, trembled at the thought.
“Then just shut up and follow me. Both of you.”
Raon gestured for them to keep quiet and shook his head.
‘They’re playing their roles better than expected.’
Dorian’s sincerity left little room for comment, and Krein played the part of a slightly off-kilter bodyguard quite naturally. At this level, no one would suspect a thing.
‘Still, we need to be careful.’
This place was likely the Black Tower’s inner sanctum.
With a firm mindset to prepare for anything, Raon followed Rensia up the hill.
“We’re here!”
After walking for a while, Rensia stopped and extended her arm to the right.
“This is Valorence, Montiro’s best hotel!”
She pointed proudly at the massive hotel like she owned the place. Her childlike enthusiasm only made her seem cuter.
“Go in through that entrance!”
She pointed and smiled.
“You’re not coming in?”
Raon raised an eyebrow. It was common for guides to escort guests and get tipped by the hotel staff. Her staying outside was odd.
“Oh, I need to take care of the horse.”
She smiled while shaking the reins in her small hand.
“Is that so?”
Raon nodded and turned to enter—when the hotel door opened and an elderly man in a gray suit stepped out.
“Welcome to Valorence, home of Montiro’s best view.”
The old man bowed with a hand to his chest.
“I’m Appel, the manager of Valorence.”
He straightened his posture and introduced himself.
“Kayden.”
Raon gave the name he was currently using.
“A pleasure, Mr. Kayden.”
Despite Raon’s arrogant, one-word introduction, Appel kept smiling.
“Rensia. You brought these guests?”
Appel looked at Rensia, who was leading the horse around the hotel’s perimeter, and nodded.
“Yes!”
Rensia giggled and walked over to him.
“Then you should say something, silly girl.”
Appel patted her head as if familiar with her and handed her a tip.
‘…’
Raon narrowed his eyes as he looked at Rensia’s smiling face.
‘Her hand is shaking.’
She was trembling slightly with the hand tucked behind her back.
‘From leading the horse?’
Since she’d held the reins all the way up the hill, her hands were likely sore.
– “Tsk tsk. Making a little girl work like that.”
Wrath clicked his tongue.
‘Can’t be helped. Right now, I’m not Raon Zieghart—I’m Kayden, a spoiled merchant.’
He smacked his lips and shook his head. He could show off wealth, but not kindness.
‘Hmph…’
Raon licked his lips as he looked at Appel, who was chatting with Rensia.
‘He doesn’t give off anything either.’
To run a hotel of this size, he’d have to be connected to the underworld, but Raon sensed neither aura, malice, nor demonic energy from Appel. He was just an ordinary old man.
“Please come in. I’ll take you to a room with the best view of the emerald sea.”
After wrapping up his conversation with Rensia, Appel gestured for them to follow.
“Not the best view. The best room.”
Raon tossed him a gold coin and said money was no issue.
“Understood, sir.”
Appel nodded as if to say not to worry, bowed slightly, and opened the door himself.
Raon entered through the door Appel held open.
Under a cathedral-high ceiling, a grand chandelier showered them with dazzling light, as if to welcome them.
‘It’s definitely flashy…’
Raon narrowed his brows as he looked around the hotel’s luxurious interior.
‘But why does it feel so dark?’
—
“Mmm…”
Raon smacked his lips as he stepped out of the hotel.
‘It’s good.’
As expected of Montiro’s finest hotel, Valorence was decorated elegantly and cleanly throughout.
The best part was the ocean-view window. An entire wall was made of reinforced glass, giving a view so mesmerizing that it never got boring.
“Money really is nice.”
Krein smacked his lips, saying he didn’t even want to leave the room.
“C-can we go to the market now? I have so much to buy!”
Dorian stuttered like a man suffering withdrawal and shouted about needing to resupply.
“Not yet.”
Raon pressed down on Dorian’s shaking shoulder and shook his head.
“Let’s finish the general tour before splitting up.”
“That makes sense.”
“Ah…”
Krein nodded, but Dorian sighed heavily as if he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
“Where to next? It’s still daytime, so we can go anywhere!”
Rensia smiled brightly as she came up to them.
– “Food! We eat first!”
Wrath raised his hand high.
– “It’d be weird for a rich guy to starve! Say it! Food!”
“Hm…”
Raon looked at Rensia’s now-steady hands and nodded.
“Let’s eat first.”
“Got it! I’ll take you to the best seafood restaurant!”
Now understanding their preferences, Rensia led the way down the hill toward a high-end restaurant.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
“…Yes.”
Raon lightly smacked the back of Dorian’s neck and followed her.
Soon after descending from Valorence, Rensia stopped in front of a restaurant with a blue sign near the beach.
“This is *Sea View*, the best seafood place in Montiro!”
She gave a thumbs-up, saying both the ingredients and chef were top-notch.
“The best, huh…”
Raon smacked his lips and opened the door.
“You’re not coming?”
Dorian tilted his head as he looked at Rensia sitting by the stairs.
“Me? I’ll wait here.”
She shook her head, as if she couldn’t possibly go in there.
“You’re hungry.”
“Oh, I brought bread.”
She pulled some out of her blue backpack, saying not to worry.
“Master…”
Dorian looked at Raon, silently asking him to include her.
“….”
Raon lowered his gaze and stared at Rensia.
“No, it’s fine! That place is really expensive! I could never eat there!”
She waved both hands, saying she couldn’t possibly afford it.
“Expensive?”
Raon furrowed his brow deeply.
“Come with us. And don’t ever say something is too expensive in front of me again.”
He clicked his tongue, motioning with his finger.
“Uh, okay?”
“I said come.”
Raon left the words behind and entered *Sea View*.
‘Dorian set that up well.’
If it had been about kindness, it might have felt forced. But since it flowed naturally from money, treating her didn’t seem out of place.
– “Kyaaa!”
Wrath let out a moan of admiration at the smell of butter and seafood.
– “This is it! Such elegance suits this king perfectly!”
He motioned proudly, demanding they order everything.
“Welcome!”
The restaurant owner, wearing a black vest, bowed politely.
“…Rensia?”
He looked up and was surprised to see her.
“You brought them?”
“Yes! They wanted the best place!”
Rensia beamed just like she did with Appel and nodded.
“You really are the best!”
The owner, visibly moved, bit his lip and tossed her a silver coin.
“Ah…”
She dropped the bread she was holding in surprise.
“S-sorry.”
She tried to pick up the bread and the coin but kept dropping the coin due to her trembling hands.
“Here.”
Dorian picked it up and handed it to her.
“Thank you!”
Rensia bowed with a bright smile, as if nothing had happened.
“This girl makes four.”
Raon motioned to the owner to lead them to a table.
“With Rensia too? Of course! This way to the window seats!”
It wasn’t uncommon for guests to treat their guides, so the owner showed them in without fuss.
“What would you like to order?”
“Bring everything.”
Raon scanned the entire menu and tossed a gold coin.
“I’ll bring it out right away!”
The owner bowed and ran to the kitchen before Raon changed his mind.
– “You…”
Wrath’s lips trembled in disbelief.
‘What? Did you find something?’
– “No! I realized something far more important!”
‘More important?’
– “Yes! I’ve realized that when you disguise yourself as a rich man, you order food you can’t even finish! Can’t you just stay in disguise forever?”
He grinned, clearly enjoying the situation more than he cared about detecting malice or magic.
‘…’
Raon stared coldly at Wrath.
‘After this mission, you’re getting a steamed bun party.’
—
– “Krrrgh!”
Wrath let out a satisfied groan after the meal.
– “They weren’t lying when they said this was the best! The ingredients were fresh, the cooking perfect!”
He rubbed his round belly, saying it was a rare, satisfying meal.
“Let’s go.”
Raon set down his empty glass and stood up.
“U-um…”
Rensia timidly raised her head.
“Would it be alright if I take the leftovers?”
She pointed to the mostly untouched dishes and looked nervous.
“Oh, go ahead!”
Dorian nodded without hesitation.
“They’re seafood though. Might not taste good later.”
Krein blinked, wondering if she’d be okay.
“I’ll give them to my younger siblings.”
Rensia chuckled, saying she had little brothers and sisters.
“Oh, you have siblings?”
“Then it’s fine. Just don’t take the raw stuff. You’ll get sick.”
Dorian and Krein, feeling sorry for her, even helped pack the food.
“….”
Raon watched them for a moment, then paid the bill and exited.
– “I thought you’d order something new for her.”
Wrath tilted his head in surprise.
‘The guy named Kayden who I’m pretending to be wouldn’t do something like that.’
Raon shrugged.
‘Maybe if it were money-related again.’
He smirked and headed down to the beach.
‘There’s no malice here either.’
Even in *Sea View*, and now here on the beach, Raon still couldn’t sense any malice.
‘Whether it’s the Black Tower or not, there’s definitely some special barrier or artifact set up here.’
The question now was how to find it.
‘What should I do…’
As he rubbed his temple and clicked his tongue, Dorian and Krein approached from behind.
“The sea is so clear. You can see right through.”
Krein exclaimed, moved by the view.
“Seriously. Everything there looks like it could be sold.”
Dorian smacked his lips while scanning the water.
“You guys…”
Raon sighed and shook his finger.
“Get to work. No point in waiting around.”
He figured it was best to send Dorian off before he went stir-crazy.
“Yes, sir!”
“Got it.”
Dorian answered energetically while Krein gave a nod and walked off.
“Where to next?”
Rensia clutched her backpack strap and bowed her head.
“Next…”
Raon opened his mouth as he watched the waves lap at the shore—
“Hey, look who it is.”
A middle-aged man with black hair he’d never seen before waved like greeting an old friend.
“It’s been a while.”
