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

Chapter 69

"Two hundred, I see."

Burren nodded, looking at Cebu Mountain.

"Please, rest easy. We are going to annihilate the monsters living in that mountain."

"Ohh!"

"Th-thank you!"

"Thank you very much!"

The villagers bowed at Burren and the trainees, as if the monsters had already been wiped out.

"Please, get up. Cebu is a village under Zieghart's influence, therefore it's our job to take care of those monsters."

Burren's face turned red with excitement, but he turned around without showing it on the outside.

"Since it's already late today, we are going to head to the mountain tomorrow at daybreak, before the monsters wake."

"Then for your rest..."

"Before that."

The village chief's voice was interrupted by Burren once again.

"Please prepare a fast person to guide us on the mountain tomorrow."

"Of course. Please, come this way."

Overwhelmed by Burren's atmosphere, the village chief immediately nodded and started guiding them to the village hall.

'Not bad.'

Raon nodded, watching the exchange between Burren and the village chief.

I know, right? I thought that bloody-eyed brat would've asked him to kneel as soon as he arrived.

Wrath murmured that it was a shame.

'Do you think everyone is like you?'

Honestly, Raon thought the same thing as Wrath. He thought Burren was going to abuse his power, but he was only thinking about the mission, and he treated him with some respect.

'However, that's not the important part.'

Burren and the trainees could deal with the monsters like orcs, goblins, and kobolds without his help.

The important part was the scanning gaze that he felt as soon as he arrived near Cebu village. He couldn't be sure, but the gaze had disappeared in the direction of the mountain.

'I'll find out tomorrow.'

Whether it was a House trial, or some other organization preparing something.

After looking around Cebu Mountain as a whole, Raon entered the village hall last.

***

At the peak of Cebu Mountain, monster footprints of various sizes were haphazardly stamped into the snow covering the ground like a blanket.

However, not a single monster could be seen, and one young man was sitting on a rock.

Swoosh.

While the man was spinning an orc shaped helmet with his finger, a suspicious man covering his head with a green mask surged out from the ground.

"Who are the ones that arrived?"

"They are Ziegharts."

The green masked man responded while bowing.

"Zieghart? I didn't feel such a presence."

"They didn't look like official swordsmen, just trainees."

"Any instructors?"

"I couldn't find any."