The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - [Author: Writing Ant]

Chapter 29

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

[Translator - Kyangi]

[Proofreader - Harley]

Chapter 29

"Did you just say you would teach me about attributes?"

Raon frowned, looking at Rimmer's disheveled hair and clothes. He didn't look trustworthy at all.

"You look like you are looking at a scammer."

Rimmer giggled, bending forward slightly.

"You know, I'm pretty good at teaching, despite being a little bit lazy."

"..."

That was true. His methods didn't help many children, but it at least guaranteed the development of the few.

"Stop doubting me and come on."

"Aren't we doing it here?"

"Of course not. Get ready quickly and come with me."

"...Understood."

Raon went to his room and pulled out his outer garments.

Today is an unlucky day, to see that pointy-eared bastard at daybreak.

'We see him every day, though.'

He left the annex building after he finished dressing.

"Where are we going?"

"The North Grave Mountain."

Rimmer pointed at the mountain soaring behind the annex building. It was a huge mountain surrounding the entire Zieghart estate, connected not only to the annex building, but also to the main building.

"Let's go."

"Okay."

Following Rimmer, Raon climbed the mountain.

"Around here seems good."

Rimmer stopped after about twenty minutes of climbing. The place looked like a vacant lot, since the ground was flat and there weren't any trees.

"Why did we come here?"

Raon's voice was indifferent, but he was actually prepared to react to anything Rimmer was going to do.

"You don't need to be so nervous. I just want you to feel it."

"Feel it?"

"Yes."

As Rimmer smiled, a dark green wind blew towards him.

"Trust me and stand still, right over there."

"Even if you tell me to trust you... hmm?"

His bangs fluttered in the wind, which resembled a spring's fragrance as it brushed away winter.

Next was a cool wind that could only be felt in a forest in the summer, fanning his heated body from the climb.

The third was winter. A cold wind pressed against his skin, chilling to his bones like a storm.

Then the wind changed one more time.