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

Chapter 45

"Hmph!"

"Head instructor."

When Rimmer was enjoying the cheers, a hand was raised from the center. Burren was standing while still staggering.

"Can I fight them again in the future?"

Burren's expression was as wrinkled as if he was facing an enemy.

"You look like you've lost or something."

"If I didn't win, it's not different from losing."

"Personally, I like that attitude."

Rimmer smiled and nodded.

"The knight trainee that you fought against has been called the future captain of the royal knights. If you keep improving yourself, you will meet him again-even if you don't want to. Of course, when that time comes, he will be a knight instead of a knight trainee. Then..."

"I will have to become a swordsman."

A heated haze appeared in Burren's green eyes.

"Exactly."

"One more thing."

"What is it?"

"If the knight trainee I fought against was the future royal knights captain, what was the third prince? It wasn't swordsmanship that just any royal blood would have."

Burren's question was justified. The third prince was ridiculously strong, despite the fact that he was fifteen years old.

"I heard the third prince will be the kingdom's strongest sword in the future."

"Eek!"

"Wow..."

The training ground was filled in silence at Rimmer's response. The trainees turned around to look at Raon, their eyes wide.

Their expressions were full of wonder about the kind of monster Raon was, that he could easily defeat the guy who would become the kingdom's strongest sword.

"Today's training is over. Since you've spent more stamina than usual, go back and rest."

Rimmer clapped his hands and disappeared from the platform. However, the surprise directed at Raon didn't disappear from the trainees' eyes.

***

Leaving behind the astonished eyes of the trainees, he left the training ground first.

He would've normally stayed in the training ground to practice, but he was quickly headed to the dormitory because he had something to do.

Upon entering the room, he sat on the floor and tapped on the flowery bracelet.

Whoosh!

Blue ice blossomed like a flower from the bracelet. However, the coldness was trembling as if it was filled with anger.

Damn it! How could he lose to you with that kind of power?! I trusted him because he was royal blood, but he is so stupid and inferior!

Wrath grit his teeth, filling the entire room with coldness.

If the King of Essence was in his position, you would've been ripped to shreds by now after becoming a block of ice. He is called a prince, despite not even being able to use his power? How pathetic!

It looked like he felt some kinship to the prince since he was a monarch of devildom. He looked really frustrated at losing the bet, to the point that he was angry and talkative at the same time.