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

Chapter 41

 

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

[Translator – Kyangi]

[Proofreader – Harley]

Chapter 41

“What do you mean by the real deal?”

The third prince swallowed and took a step back. Because he was unaware of the identity and intention of the elf that had suddenly appeared, he started by keeping a distance.

“You don’t need to be so afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.”

He frowned, looking up to the red-haired elf.

“Answer my question first. What is the real deal?”

“That’s…”

“Wait.”

When the elf was about to answer, Duke Tartan burst from the ground. It almost looked like he came out from the shadow created by the hall’s lighting.

“Zieghart’s Sword of Light, why are you here?”

“Eek!”

Greer’s eyes widened upon hearing the title mentioned by Duke Tartan.

‘Zieghart’s Sword of Light!’

He finally realized who the elf was. He was one of the Glenn Zieghart’s devoted retainers, whose sword is rumored to be as fast as the light.

‘But why did he come to me…?’

He’d heard about his retirement after an injury, but he didn’t understand why he came looking for him.

“Ah, there’s no need to be so tense.”

Rimmer shook his hand, expressing that he had no intention to fight.

“I’ve seen you acting like a madman over and over again. Of course, I can’t relax around you.”

“As you see, I’ve changed a lot.”

“Hmm…”

Without withdrawing his pressure, Duke Tartan took a glance behind him.

“Your highness, what did this crazy elf talk about?”

“He asked whether I wanted to meet the real deal.”

“The real deal? What do you mean?”

“Hmm, it’d be a bit awkward to say it here now.”

Extending his arm, Rimmer pointed to the surroundings. The banquet had become silent, and everyone was watching them.

“Well, I’m actually uninvited.”

Laughing off the gazes pouring down from everywhere, he turned around.

“The prince of Owen.”

Rimmer stopped, then turned around while he was walking towards the exit.

“If you want to see the real deal, tell them you want to visit the fifth training ground when you are observing the training tomorrow.”

After saying that, he left the banquet hall.

Once Rimmer—who even said that he came uninvited—had left, the music started playing once again.

However, Rimmer's last words were the only thing that resounded inside Greer’s head.

‘The real deal exists in the fifth training ground, huh?’

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