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

Chapter 40

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

Chapter 40

A silver line was flowing through the white snow, falling down like a torrent. It was the march of armored knights.

"Are you okay, my lord prince?"

A middle-aged man with a huge, bear-like build looked at the boy walking right next to him.

"I'm still fine. But the knight trainees seem to be struggling because it's snowing more heavily than expected."

The prince turned around. Unlike the composed prince, the knight trainees clearly looked tired.

"Is Zieghart still far away?"

"It looks like we are almost there, since this heavy snow is getting worse."

"Almost there? Then do Zieghart's swordsmen endure this snow every day?"

"That's not the case."

The middle-aged knight shook his head while smiling lightly.

"The weather becomes worse the closer we get to the Zieghart, but..."

As soon as he said that, the violent snow suddenly stopped, and the sun hiding behind the gray cloud finally appeared.

"The weather inside Zieghart is perfectly clear. The temperature is lower, though."

"Huh..."

The prince looked up at the sky in surprise. It was so clear that he felt like the endless snowstorm was just a dream.

"Wow!"

"Th-the snow stopped immediately."

The others' jaws also dropped.

"Duke Tartan, what is this weather...?"

"It looks like magic, but it isn't. This strange natural environment is the reason that Zieghart is called a natural fortress."

The middle-aged man named Duke Tartan smiled, pointing towards the huge rampart that could be seen further ahead.

"Although, they have been broken through before."

"Hmm..."

Since the prince knew about that occasion, he nodded calmly.

"Since they are waiting for us, let's enter first."

Duke Tartan pointed towards the people waiting under Zieghart's rampart.

In front of an enormous iron door, which was big enough to fit a giant, swordsmen wearing red coats were looking towards them with sharp gazes.

"Okay."

The prince nodded shortly and headed towards the iron gate, where the Zieghart's gatekeepers were standing.

***

Raon, who was about to return to the training ground after lunch, stopped.

'What is that?'

From the direction of the front gate, he could feel the presence of many people. The sound of armor bumping into each other was a metallic sound that couldn't usually be heard in Zieghart.

Soon enough, the foreign minister Illiune appeared, and the knights clad in silver armor followed him.

'The Owen kingdom...'