Chapter 597

Chapter 597

The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman

《Content Warning - The following chapter contains material that may be harmful or traumatizing to some audiences: Slavery. Reader discretion is strongly advised.》

Chapter 597

Raon clenched his hand as weakly as if he were grabbing a leaf.

“Aaaah!”

The noble-looking young man had somewhat learned martial arts, but he couldn’t even struggle because of the huge difference in strength and just kept screaming.

“A-are you crazy?”

“Let him go right now!”

“Do you have a death wish?!”

The warriors sharing the same table as him came running towards them and drew their swords.

Their bloodlust was as sticky as blood, showing that they’d killed many people before.

“The other clients are eating.”

Raon chuckled and pulled the youngster in his hand behind his shoulder.

“Let’s go to a quiet place for our conversation.”

He threw the guy in his hand to the right wall, where no one was sitting.

Whaaam!

The arrogant man destroyed the wall with his back and collapsed to the ground.

“Aaaack!”

It wasn’t enough to make him faint, but it must’ve been painful enough since he started to scream while rubbing his back on the ground.

“Err...”

“Y-you’re crazy...”

The warriors stood there with trembling chins because of the completely unexpected situation.

Raon ignored the warriors, went over the wall, and grabbed the arrogant man’s head once again.

“How dare you?! Who do you think he is?”

The middle-aged man who seemed to be the boss of the warriors walked up to him with trembling lips.

“Who is he?” Raon asked, creating an aura barrier to prevent the information from leaking.

“He is the second son of House Komarn, the famous family of swordsmen, Lord Makren!”

The middle-aged man shoved his sword at Raon, telling him to let him go right away if he didn’t want to die.

“M-Makren, the second son of House Komarn?”

Raon’s lips parted upon hearing his identity.

“You should know about House Komarn since you are a warrior. Let him down right now if you don’t want to get even your family killed!”

“Kuhuhu...”

The so-called Makren from house Komarn curled his lips into a smile.

“It’s already too late. I’ll have all your families killed, not just yours but also for that man and girl with you!”

He gave an evil smile full of bloodlust, saying that it was already all over for him.

“So scary. But where is Komarn even located?”

Raon looked at Dorian with a hollow laugh.

“Wh-what?!”

“You freak!”

Makren and the middle-aged man’s expressions shifted from sneer to wide-eyed surprise.

“It’s a house that newly gained prestige as swordsmen, located slightly south from the center of the continent.”

Dorian nodded at him while paying the pub’s manager for the damage to the wall. The manager was even smiling, implying that he must’ve paid quite a lot.

“Are they powerful?”

“You should be able to wipe them out on your own, vice division leader.”

“Wh-what kind of nonsense is that?!”

Makren barked, calling it impossible.

“Kill those arrogant things right now!” the middle-aged man shouted, and the warriors charged towards Raon.

Cring!

Raon turned around without caring about them, and Dorian, Rimmer, and Leiran made the move instead.

“Don’t make it annoying. Lower your swords.”

“I don’t want to kill people in other people’s pubs. I’d like your cooperation.”

“I’ll kill you.”

They unleashed their frightening bloodlust, pointing their swords and bows at warriors’ necks.

“Wh-what?!”

“I couldn’t even see them...”

The warriors from House Komarn realized the difference in an instant and put down their swords with trembling hands.

“Wh-who are you?” Makren Komarn asked, his lips trembling in fear.

“I’m the one who will be asking questions.”

Raon smiled faintly and weakly clenched his hand.

“Aaaaack!”

It was enough to make Makren scream like he couldn’t take it anymore, his arms hanging weakly.

“What did you mean when you said you would pay more than an auction?”

“Y-your grip is too strong...”

He begged for him to weaken his grip with trembling lips. Raon weakened his grip slightly to allow him to speak.

“I’ll break your skull if you don’t answer properly.”

“I meant what I said. I was saying that I wanted to buy the elves.”

“How did you figure them out even though they are wearing robes?”

“I-it was a bit noticeable because elves started to appear in the marketplace.”

“In the marketplace?”

“I-it’s a famous story. Because the great forest was burnt and Seipia’s barrier was destroyed, the injured elves were sold in the auction... Aaack!”

Raon unconsciously clenched his hand upon hearing that they were sold in the auction. Makren floundered his limbs, shouting that he was going to die.

“So, you’re basically telling me that the injured elves are being kidnapped and sold in the auction, right?” Raon asked again, summarizing Makren’s response.

“I-indeed. Elven slaves are extremely rare, but they started to show up in the auction after that incident...”

Makren told him that he’d mistaken Siyan and the other elves for slaves because he was on his way to buy slaves.

Raon furrowed his brow while watching Makren tremble in fear.

‘This is no good.’

He was hoping that he’d guessed it wrong, but it ended up being right in the worst way possible.

“Where’s that marine marketplace located?”

“I-it’s at Peren River.”

“River? It’s not in the ocean?”

“It’s a river connected to Rable River, and it’s practically an ocean because of how wide it is.”

He even explained without being asked because of how terrified he was.

‘Rable River...’

The South-North Union ruled over Rable River. Raon could guess that the South-North Union was involved with the marine marketplace.

“Can I join the auction if I head there right now?”

“I-indeed.”

“What about the letter of invitation?”

“What?”

“You have a letter of invitation, don’t you?”

A slave auction like that didn’t accept random buyers. He must’ve had a letter of invitation to filter special people for entry.

“H-here you go...”

Makren took a black envelope that seemed to devour light from his inner pocket and handed it over.

Raon opened it, and the contents invited Makren to the marine marketplace.

“Those demonic humans!”

Leiran smashed the land with her clenched fist, unable to withstand her frustration.

“Sir Raon.”

‘Hmm...’

Raon furrowed his brow.

‘I didn’t mention it to them on purpose...’

He hadn’t told them about the presence of the elves to prevent them from getting angry, but they’d both noticed it on their own.

“Stay calm and wait for now.”

Rimmer closed his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked as relaxed as always, but he seemed to be more infuriated than anyone else in the group.

Raon caught his breath and waited for the auction to start. The light on the platform turned on soon enough, and a handsome man wearing a black tuxedo who exuded a refined aura stepped forward.

“Welcome to the marine auction. I’m Eren, the auctioneer of the day.”

He placed his hand on his chest and bowed respectfully. The bidders simply watched the auctioneer without saying anything.

“We have a lot of quiet guests today.”

The auctioneer nodded with a refreshing smile on his face.

“Then we should get started right away.”

He cheerfully clapped his hands, and a woman wearing a red dress brought out a small urn from the right side.

“We have good stuff from the start.”

The auctioneer received the urn and placed it on the table at the center.

“This urn is called Sionen, an ancient artifact. If you place fruit or food inside, it imparts a heavenly sweetness to them. Quite peculiar, yes, but it wouldn’t be on this auction if that was its only feature."

He carefully put down the urn and raised his finger.

“The real draw of the urn Sionen is its ability to enhance the elixirs. The elixir’s effect increases by over 10% if it’s made with this urn. It’s definitely a must-have since elixirs are so rare nowadays.”

The auctioneer finished the explanation and stepped back behind the urn.

“We’ll start the bid at 10 gold. Oh! 100 gold already! Gentleman number 222 called 100 gold!”

People weren’t too interested at first, but they rapidly raised their hands upon hearing that it could enhance elixirs.

Buy it!

Wrath briskly stood up and raised his finger like the other bidders.

‘Why would you even want that? It’s not like you consume elixirs...’

It enhances the sweetness!

He furrowed his brow, scolding Raon for his idiocy.

Say, for example, we place bead ice cream in there. Just think about it. Imagine how delicious it’s going to be!

‘......’

Raon realized he was gravely mistaken. He sighed while shaking his head.

‘Please keep it to yourself for today.’

* * *

Raon watched the auction while chatting with Wrath, and the time passed quickly.

Tap!

Half of the platform’s lighting was suddenly turned off. The remaining lighting also dimmed, creating a strange atmosphere.

“I’d like to express our gratitude to the VIPs who are still here.”

The auctioneer raised the tone of his voice slightly, a faint smile on his face.

“We are going to start the special auction, exclusively operated by us.”

Raon realized that what he’d been waiting for had finally arrived as soon as he heard about the special auction.

“Our guests today are lucky because it’s really special.”

The auctioneer lightly clapped his hands twice.

Clang.

Along with the sound of shaking chains, a woman wearing a yellow dress walked out from behind the right side of the curtain. A chain that didn’t match with the dress was hanging from her neck.

Her face couldn’t be seen because it was hidden behind a thick veil, but Raon could tell that she was extremely beautiful.

“Everyone in this place should already be aware that there was a huge fire at Seipia recently. And we ‘happened’ to rescue the injured ones from there.”

The auctioneer explained while touching the shoulder of the woman wearing the veil. The woman’s shoulders were trembling, showing how frightened she was.

“We treated the injured ones, and are even giving them this opportunity to meet great owners. This must be the ideal society, filled with benevolence.”

The auctioneer shook his finger, babbling some nonsense.

“Let me introduce her to you. Her name is Casia, from the Uren Branch Clan!”

The auctioneer declared and took off the woman’s veil at the same time. With pointy ears, translucent skin, and fluttering hair, the mesmerizing face of the elf was revealed under the lightning.

“Ooh!”

“She really is an elf!”

“She’s extremely beautiful...”

“It was worth the wait!”

People’s excitement filled the entire auction house.

“She is...”

“Stop it and start the bid already!”

“Ahaha! How impatient, but fine. The bid will start at 1 gold this time.”

“1000 gold!”

Someone even shouted the amount instead of raising their hand.

“Hmm...”

“Damn it...”

Siyan and Leiran’s shoulders trembled intensely. They seemed to know the elf named Casia.

Blood was streaming down from their lips. They really seemed to be doing their best to hold themselves back.

“Wait a bit more, since we don’t know yet how many more they have.”

Raon created an aura barrier and shook his hand towards them. They nodded heavily in acknowledgment.

“The gentleman is so generous! Number 210 won the bid for Casia!”

Casia’s bidding had already ended in the meantime. She was purchased by an old man with a huge belly for an astronomical price.

“It’s too early to be disappointed. No, everyone should be aware, because the auction hasn’t even started yet.”

The auctioneer chuckled and clapped his hands again. Before the two clapping sounds even finished echoing, a slightly smaller woman than Casia came out, her face hidden behind a veil just like Casia.

“This girl unfortunately lost her parents to the fire. She is looking for new gentle parents.”

He walked towards her with a grin on his face and took off the veil hiding her face. The female elf trembled, her lips quivering. She had short blonde hair and eyes that curved slightly upwards.

“Heirin from the Cotton Branch Clan is looking for her own—”

“Heirin!”

Leiran screamed, unable to hold herself back anymore. Raon was expecting that result from the moment she was introduced to as being from the Cotton Branch Clan, the same clan as Leiran.

“L-Leiran...”

Heirin’s pale lips trembled as she looked at Leiran.

“You sons of bitches!”

Leiran drew her bow and spread an intense bloodlust around her.

“Oh my, we have some precious guests here.”

The auctioneer smiled cheerfully without losing his composure at all.

“Items just walked right into our hands! What a beautiful and generous world this is!”

He snapped his fingers, and warriors hiding all around the auction house jumped out to surround them.

‘It can’t be helped.’

Raon guessed that he wouldn’t have been able to suppress his anger either if the annex building’s maids were being auctioned instead.

“Dear elves, we aren’t in Seipia right now. The protector isn’t here to save you.”

The auctioneer turned his head around with a grin on his face. He seemed to be used to such an occurrence.

“Every river belongs to the South-North Union. Since you are on a river now, you won’t be able to leave on your own accord.”

“Haa...”

Raon sighed briefly and stood up.

“Does the South-North Union really own this river? But Zieghart’s domain is right north of it.”

“You are apparently not an elf but a member of Zieghart.”

The auctioneer chuckled and nodded his head.

“You are right. Zieghart’s domain is right north of it. But that’s the case about the land, and we are on a river right now. Only the South-North Union’s flag is embedded on this river...”

“No, this river belongs to Zieghart starting from now.”

Raon pulled back the hood that had been covering his face. His blond hair cascaded down, and his red eyes gleamed with a fierce light, dispelling the darkness around him.

“Because Zieghart is wherever I am.”