The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1189

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Chapter 1189

Breakfast time at the Annex Building.

Ordinarily, the Annex would overflow with laughter and conversation rather than the food spread across the table, but today a heavy silence had settled over the entire Dining Hall.

“Hmm….”

I let out a faint sigh as I gazed toward the head of the table. In that seat which had always remained empty, a towering old man with blonde hair and red eyes now commanded the space with his presence.

Glen Zigheart. The Continent’s strongest martial artist emitted the same heavy energy even during mealtime as always.

“Ahahaha!”

Edgar burst into an unnaturally cheerful laugh, as if attempting to dispel the oppressive atmosphere.

“With Father here, the Annex feels so much brighter! Your hair is especially radiant—it’s dazzling! It seems far more magnificent than Raon’s or Sylvia’s!”

He rubbed his hands together like a fly, lavishing praise on Glen’s hair.

-That idiot….

Wrath exhaled a sigh as if Edgar had misspoken.

“Ahem!”

Glen’s mood soured at Edgar’s words, and he released a murky cough while his eyes grew cold.

“My hair is different?”

He tilted his chin at Edgar, as if commanding him to speak again.

“Uh! That, that is….”

Edgar’s eyes darted away from Glen’s displeasure as he drew a sharp breath.

“Father.”

Sylvia shifted the atmosphere by ladling the stew herself and carefully placing it before Glen.

“It’s beef stew I made with my own hands. Please, do try it.”

She swallowed hard, even more nervous than when dealing with Lectar.

“Hmm.”

Glen gave a quiet nod and picked up his spoon. He scooped the stew she had offered and brought it slowly to his lips.

“Delicious.”

Unlike his solemn expression moments before, Glen’s voice lifted slightly, and his nod carried genuine sincerity.

“The meat’s flavor has melded perfectly. It seems even better than the Main Mansion’s chef.”

He tasted the stew again, clearly savoring it.

“Really, truly?”

Sylvia’s tense expression dissolved, and a smile bloomed across her face.

“I’m confident with stew, at least. Raon has loved it since childhood.”

She clenched her fist, declaring that thanks to Raon, she could make stew better than anyone.

“The other dishes should be fine too. Everyone here cooks well.”

Sylvia pushed the remaining dishes on the table slightly toward Glen, assuring him they would all be delicious.

“Indeed, not bad at all.”

Glen sampled each dish Sylvia had presented, nodding with satisfaction.

“Not lavish, perhaps, but every dish carries genuine care.”

A subtle smile graced his lips, pleased by the meals.

“Grandfather! Try this too! It’s delicious!”

Sia giggled brightly as she cut a piece of her steak and placed it on Glen’s plate.

“S-Sia!”

Sylvia gasped and tried to stop her, but it was already too late.
A chunk of Sia’s steak, dripping with sauce, tumbled onto Glen’s plate.

Splat.

The sauce coating the steak was so generous that it splattered onto Glen’s white shirt as well, leaving a brown stain.

“Oh!”

Sylvia grabbed her head with trembling hands, convinced everything was ruined. Her eyes darted nervously left and right as she worried about what would come next.

“My goodness!”
“Good heavens….”
“W-what do we do? The Head of House’s clothes….”

Helen and the other attendants held their breath as they stared at the steak sauce on Glen’s shirt. They stood frozen, unable to wipe it away or clean it up.

“Huh!”

I gasped in shock, my mouth falling open.

‘Is… is this okay?’

Would the table flip over?

Glen was the kind of person who maintained an immaculate appearance even during combat, never allowing dust or blood to soil his uniform.
Naturally, he never spilled or ate messily during meals either, so I grew anxious wondering what his reaction would be to the steak sauce now staining his shirt.

‘And he absolutely never eats sauce.’

Glen ate meat dishes frequently, but whether for body management or personal preference, he ate plainly with only salt and pepper instead of sauce. Unable to predict how he would react to this situation, my stomach began to churn with dread.

-This is dangerous.

Wrath’s eyes narrowed as if he too couldn’t foresee what would happen next.

“….”

Glen Zigheart stared at the steak that had fallen onto his pristine white plate, then slowly lifted his fork. A powerful aura emanated from his hand as though he were facing an enemy.

“Ah, Father!”
“Grandfather!”

Sylvia and Raon raised their hands to stop Glen Zigheart.

Whoosh!

Glen Zigheart pierced the sauce-covered steak with his fork. Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed the meat directly into his mouth and chewed.

“Gulp!”
“Ah….”
“Ah, Father….”

Helen covered her mouth, Raon exhaled sharply, and Sylvia called out to Glen Zigheart with a trembling voice. All three of them knew how meticulous he was, so they made no effort to hide their astonishment.
All three of them knew how meticulous Glen Zigheart was, so they openly showed their surprise without holding back.

How is it?

Sia smiled and looked at Glen, completely unbothered by the atmosphere around them.

“Hmm!”

Glen closed his eyes briefly as if in thought, then opened them and nodded decisively.

“This is absolutely delicious! Sia spread so much sauce on it, making it taste even better!”

He deliberately showed Sia a bright smile with sauce smeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Right? You gotta dip steak in lots of sauce to make it taste good!”

Sia smiled softly, took out fresh meat, brushed it with sauce, and handed it to Glen.

“Thank you.”

Glen ate all the steak Sia gave him without wiping the smile from his face.

“Ah, Father….”

Sylvia blinked in bewilderment at this unfamiliar side of Glen.

“Sia has quite the talent for gastronomy!”

Glen laughed with genuine delight, sharing the dishes with Sia.

“Every one of them knows how to eat properly.”

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson—not from performance, but from genuine joy in this moment.

“I learned it from Raon!”

Sia laughed, explaining that she had learned the proper way to savor food from Raon.

“Is that so?”

Glen maintained his smile as he turned his gaze toward Raon.

“How should one eat this to truly enjoy it?”

He pointed to the roasted tomato beside the steak.

“Ah, yes.”

I nodded briefly and picked up my fork and knife.

“The tomato itself is quite large and delicious on its own, but it will taste even better with ham and cheese on top.”

I placed sweet cheese and savory ham atop the tomato and handed it to Glen.

“Let me see….”

Glen’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as he placed the tomato I offered into his mouth.

“Mmm!”

His eyes widened in surprise, and he let out a deep exclamation of delight.

“You’re right. The combination is quite nice.”

Glen drew a faint smile, saying that while it was a common way to eat, it tasted even better.

-Huh?

Wrath blinked as he watched Glen smiling.

-What’s gotten into you? That old monster who only eats plain bread? Will the sun rise from the west tomorrow?

He tilted his head in bewilderment, as if he couldn’t understand it no matter how much he loved his grandchildren. Glen seemed to have taken a slight liking to the dish.

“Father, please try this as well.”

Sylvia, sensing the atmosphere had lightened considerably, placed a peeled shrimp on Glen’s plate.

“Thank you.”

Glen savored the grilled shrimp Sylvia offered with enthusiasm, as if he had no intention of refusing anything today.

“Hehe.”
“We should bring more food.”
“I’ll go get it!”

The maidservants who had prepared the dishes seemed pleased by Glen’s satisfaction, their faces brightening as they headed into the Kitchen.

“Father!”

Edgar, who had been quiet until now, suddenly jumped to his feet. He topped a steak with various sauces and vegetables, then presented it to Glen.

“This is how I eat it! I’ve applied two kinds of steak sauce to enhance both sweetness and saltiness, and added fresh vegetables to eliminate any heaviness! It’s bursting with umami, so if you try it right now, you’ll experience a taste of heaven!”

Edgar shouted that all the previous dishes would be forgotten, his breathing ragged with excitement.

“Raon said this was the most delicious! He said Dad was the best!”

Edgar clenched his fist as he spoke of a taste that even Raon had acknowledged.

“That never happened….”

I exhaled a sigh as I watched Edgar fabricating memories that never existed.

-Is that guy actually an idiot?

Wrath shook his head as he observed Edgar.

“….”

Glen examined the steak Edgar had prepared, his brow furrowing deeply.

“Two sauces? That’s excessive. Far too much salt. And the vegetables—there are too many. You eat it!”

He waved his hand dismissively, returning the steak to Edgar with little grace, as if the dish held no interest for him.

“Ah, yes…”

Despite his effort, Edgar had failed to win Glen’s approval, and he sank into his chair with visibly deflated spirits.

“Grandfather, try this!”
“Of course!”

Glen pushed Edgar’s dish aside and accepted a steak from Sia’s fork—one generously laden with both sauces—directly into his mouth. His words moments before about excessive saltiness seemed to have vanished entirely.

“You should taste it too, Sia.”

He now offered her the dish in the same manner he had been eating it.
Watching the affection between grandfather and granddaughter, those at the table found smiles naturally blooming on their faces.

‘This is nice.’

I noticed the atmosphere in the Annex Building’s dining hall had grown brighter than usual, and I nodded slowly in contentment.

‘It feels more like a family now.’

There had always been something awkward about dining with Glen before, but thanks to Sia stepping forward, the tension had melted away like a warm breeze. Now I felt we could rival any family without envy.

-The mood’s improved, so you should eat something too!

Wrath wrinkled his snout.

How long are you going to just stare at all this delicious food without eating any of it!

He tapped my shoulder, urging me to finally start eating as well.

‘There’s no reason not to eat now.’

I was just lifting my fork with a faint smile when it happened.

“Father!”

Edgar rose from his chair again, as if he’d mustered up his courage once more.

“Won’t you have a drink with me?”

He retrieved a treasured wine and approached Glen’s side.

“This wine is a masterpiece! Grapes grown in the southern seas are fermented immediately, their juice extracted, and then aged in the depths of the salty ocean. It’s so rare that even the wealthiest and most renowned struggle to obtain it! Raon brought it back and has been saving it!”

Edgar opened the bottle with trembling hands, explaining that he’d brought it out especially because it was Glen.

“….”

Glen stared at Edgar holding the wine bottle with cold eyes and shook his head.

“Do you think I came here to play? I came to teach Raon, and you’re offering me alcohol first thing in the morning! You drink it yourself!”

He furrowed his brow at Edgar as if to say he’d lost his mind.

“Ah….”

Edgar froze like a statue, still holding the wine.

“Y-yes, you’re right. I apologize….”

He seemed shocked at being rebuffed by Glen for the third time, deflating in the corner like a punctured balloon.

“Grandfather, here!”

Sia paid no attention to Edgar’s dejection and handed Glen an abalone she’d shelled herself.

“Oh my! Our Sia shucks abalone so well!”

Glen clapped his hands as if he had never been angry, accepting the abalone from Sia directly into his mouth.

“Father, you should wet your throat a bit too.”

Sylvia retrieved the wine from the cabinet and poured it into Glen’s glass.

“Indeed. Wine pairs perfectly with meat.”

Glen drained the wine in one gulp, unlike when he had dismissed Edgar.

“Mmm! Delicious!”

Though it was inferior to the wine Edgar had brought, he wore a refreshing smile as if savoring a celestial vintage.

“Sigh…”

Edgar, sensing that Glen disliked only him, clutched the wine bottle as tears glistened in his eyes.

‘At this rate…’

I let out a hollow laugh, observing Edgar’s complexion darkened by gloomy shadows, contrasting sharply with the brilliantly lit dining table.

‘He simply dislikes the man called father, doesn’t he?’
-That’s partly true, but your father simply lacks perception!

Wrath sighed, exasperated at Edgar’s complete lack of awareness.

‘Lacks perception? Why?’

I blinked, looking at Edgar again.

-Sigh, now I understand why you lack perception!

Wrath narrowed the bridge of his nose, alternating his gaze between me and Edgar.

-You’re exactly like your father!
‘Then why!’

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After finishing breakfast with only one person feeling out of place, I stepped out to the Lake Behind the Annex to loosen my muscles.

Glancing back, Glen was in the Garden with Sia, discussing the flowers together.

He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face—he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. It was less like seeing the North Destruction King Glen Zigheart and more like watching a doting grandfather.

‘I never expected Grandfather to come here himself.’

Glen had mentioned he would visit the Annex Building, but I hadn’t expected him to actually stay here. To be honest, I was caught off guard and worried.

However, watching breakfast today, there was no real reason to worry. Unlike when he was at the Main Mansion, Glen was softening the atmosphere and adapting to the Annex Building.

‘Of course, with one exception.’

Edgar’s complexion had turned sallow by the end of the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten in days. If we could just exclude him, everyone else would have a pleasant time.

‘But how will he conduct my training?’

I clicked my tongue softly.

‘Will he teach me swordsmanship? Or will he just hand me a book and leave me to my own devices like before?’

As I pondered various possibilities about what kind of instruction I would receive, Glen left Sia behind and approached me.

“No matter how many times I see it, this is a wonderful place. The Annex Building.”

Glen nodded, as if the Annex Building had grown on him in a way it hadn’t before.

“I share that sentiment.”

I smiled back at Glen’s smile.

“Now that you’ve eaten, we should begin your training.”

Glen pulled an unmarked tome from his robes, as if ready to start training right away.

“Yes.”

I was carefully reaching out with both hands to receive the booklet from Glen when it happened.

Whoooosh!

The unnamed booklet in Glen’s hand burst into crimson lightning, crumbling into black ash.

“W-Grandfather?”

I trembled as I watched the ashes of what had been the booklet scatter into the void.

“On second thought, you have no need for such things.”

Glen shook his head calmly, as though it were no accident at all.

“You cannot become what I am.”

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