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

Chapter 7

"Greeting my lord!"

Glenn waved his hand to the instructors' greetings and entered the head instructor's room, located on the periphery of the training ground.

There was a rocking chair in the middle of the messy room, and a man was lying on top of it as if he was dead, a straw hat covering his face.

"Stop pretending to sleep and get up."

"Ugh..."

The man on the rocking chair took off his straw hat with a cloudy voice. The handsome man, appearing to be about twenty years old, got up while yawning. His red hair was loose around his face.

His ears, which pointed up like blades of grass, were different from a humans'. His mysterious appearance seemed otherworldly.

With a beautiful appearance and pointy ears, the head instructor of the fifth training ground wasn't a human, but an elf-the race of nature.

"My lord is the only person against whom my sleeping technique doesn't work."

"The other instructors are busy hardening the ground, yet the head instructor..."

"They are merely following my orders. I'm working with my brain, and they are working with their body, so it's fair.'

"Rimmer, it's been fifty years, but you are still so childish."

"Like the saying goes, humans never change. Oops, I'm an elf."

The elf named Rimmer stood from his chair, giggling.

"Why did you bestow your presence upon me today? Is it because of your youngest grandson, by any chance?"

"..."

Without responding, Glenn stared at Rimmer. As comrades in arms, they seemed to understand what each other was thinking just from meeting each other's eyes.

"Sylvia came to beg, but I didn't expect my lord to also come."

"Did Sylvia?"

"She asked me to take care of Raon, so that he won't get hurt. If my lord also came to make such a request, then you've wasted your time."

Rimmer's playful green eyes became dispirited.

"My lord said that, even as the head of the house, you wouldn't interfere with this training ground. I'm not going to make any exceptions, even if he is your youngest grandson."

"Then so be it."

"I'm sorry?"

Rimmer's jaw dropped as Glenn nodded.

"Don't lower the training's intensity, and raise it as much as you want instead, so that a weakling would drop out."

"You want me to increase the intensity, instead of decreasing it?"

"Yes."

"Then your grandson will fail... ah!"

Rimmer clapped his hands and smiled.

"Wow, it looks like you love your grandson more than I thought. The love that you couldn't give to Sylvia is now going to that child..."

"If you weren't my comrade in arms, your head would be flying right now."

"Uhuhu!"

With a creepy grin, he touched his neck.

"Clearly discriminate gems from pebbles, so that only those who deserve it can receive your training."

"Are you asking me to do a selection test?"

"Use whatever method you prefer."

"Understood!"