The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 553

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Chapter 553

Sylvia stared at me in a daze, as if reality hadn’t quite caught up with her yet.

“Raon. My dantian….”
“Yes. It was successful.”

I nodded, watching her eyes flutter like grass blades caught in the wind.

“Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”

Sylvia nodded, her voice trembling with emotion.

“I can feel my dantian, the mana circuits, and the mana itself.”

With trembling hands, she caressed her lower abdomen where the dantian resided, then lifted her gaze.

“That’s right. Mana filled the entire world like this.”
“….”

I gently squeezed her trembling hand.

“I never thought I’d feel this sensation again.”

Sylvia laughed awkwardly, a single tear streaming down her flushed cheeks.

“Thank you. I have no other words.”

She repeated her gratitude, her lips trembling.

-You need not thank me!

Wrath sniffled, his nose reddened, and pressed himself against Sylvia’s cheek.

-You’ve suffered so much all this time! Mother shall walk only on flower-strewn paths from now on!

He shook his head, saying he would make her even happier in the future.

‘Move aside for a moment.’

I pushed Wrath away and wiped the tears gathering at Sylvia’s eyes.

“It’s nothing compared to what Mother has done for me.”

If I hadn’t been born as Sylvia’s son, the existence known as Raon Zigheart—who had grown through countless connections—would never have come to be.

Perhaps, like in my previous life, I would have been nothing but a vengeful spirit howling in the darkness, abandoning all human emotions and burning both others and myself to death for revenge against Derus Robert.

Because Sylvia was by my side, I came to understand the warmth of a home with family and the preciousness of companions. My transformation from a killer to a human being was entirely thanks to her.

“Do you remember?”

Sylvia grasped the hand that had been wiping her tears and smiled innocently.

“Before you even turned one, you wiped my tears just like this.”
“….”

I didn’t answer, only nodding briefly.

‘How could I forget?’

The memory surfaced vividly—when Glen Zigheart first came and gave me the name Raon, Sylvia wept bitterly, and without thinking, I wiped her tears away.

“Back then, I swore I would protect you no matter what, but it seems I failed to keep that promise. Instead, I’ve received so much help from you.”

Sylvia brought my hand to her chest and bit her lip firmly.

“Every time I looked at you, my heart ached. I wanted you to grow up like a normal child, but because of the family circumstances, you matured far too quickly. I felt so sorry for that, as if it were my fault.”

She opened up about her feelings for the first time.

“That feeling hasn’t changed even now. At twenty-one, with a family like this, you should be out causing trouble, acting recklessly, drinking, and raising hell—but you’ve only ever looked forward from the very beginning. It made me proud, yet it broke my heart.”

Sylvia raised her fingers to gently pinch my cheek and tilted it upward.

“Only good things lie ahead now. From here on, smile for me like your age deserves. That’s all I ask of you.”
-Your mother doesn’t know the half of it! That scoundrel grins plenty!

Wrath flew in front of Sylvia and shook his head vigorously.

-But that little wretch only smiles when tormenting others or making a fool of them! A wicked demon incarnate… cough!
‘Quiet.’

I flicked the back of my hand against the muttering Wrath and smiled brightly at Sylvia.

“I’ll do my best.”
“That’s my boy! I really did give birth to a handsome son. What’s the word? Ah! Gorgeous!”

Sylvia caressed my cheek and nodded enthusiastically.

“Mother….”

I exhaled a sigh, my face visibly exhausted.

“Please stop admiring my face. Now check if the mana in your dantian flows properly.”
“To be honest, I still can’t believe this is real.”

Sylvia swallowed hard, as if unable to accept that a new dantian had truly formed.

“Let me try.”

She slowly exhaled and raised her hand. Sea-blue mana surged above her open palm.
The fluid, graceful movement of dolphins gliding through water. Even after resting for over twenty years, Sylvia Zigheart’s martial prowess had not withered.

“This is my aura….”

Her crimson eyes rippled at the sight of mana both beautiful and pure.

“My mana used to shine yellow, but now it’s turned blue.”
“Do you dislike it?”
“No, because it came from you, I like it even more. It’s beautiful.”

She waved her hand, saying she preferred it this way.

“How are you planning to use that aura going forward?”

The amount of mana dwelling in Sylvia’s core was that of a Grand Master or beyond.
If she recovered her stamina and body, and elevated her martial prowess, she could reach the Grand Master realm in a relatively short time—making her decision on what to do with this power extraordinarily important.

“I’ve already decided.”

The sea-blue mana rippling in Sylvia’s palm spread wide, forming a shield-like shape.

“I’m going to protect this Annex Building.”

She gazed toward the window where the sun was setting and the glow of dusk painted the sky, a smile gracing her lips.

“While you’re away, I’ll safeguard everything precious to you.”

Sylvia wasn’t here because she feared battle. Above all else, the will to protect what mattered most burned vividly in her eyes.

“Yes. Please do.”

I nodded, understanding Sylvia’s heart.

“Before that, there are many people I need to thank. Starting with Ensia….”

Even in this moment, Sylvia began counting those to whom she owed gratitude.

“Oh!”

At those words, Glen came to mind.

“What is it?”
“Actually, connecting Mother’s core and mana circuits wasn’t something I did alone.”
“Of course I know that. Ensia helped, and those who protected us from outside….”
“That’s not it. The Head of House visited a month ago.”
“The Head of House?”
“Yes. He came at night….”

I told Sylvia everything about Glen’s teachings and what I had come to understand today.

“I see.”

Sylvia lowered her head for a long while, as if unaware that such a thing had occurred.

“First, it might be best to find and bring that liquor called Periton Blanc that the Head of House desires….”
“No.”

She shook her head firmly and rose to her feet.

“Obtain that liquor, and invite the Head of House to dinner tomorrow evening.”
“Pardon?”

I widened my eyes as I looked at Sylvia.

“Do you think the Head of House will come?”

Based on Glen’s temperament as I’d observed it thus far, it seemed unlikely he would accept an invitation, content as he would be with merely having had my dantian healed.

“No, he will come.”

Sylvia spoke with absolute conviction as she approached the door.

“Ah, Mother! Wait….”

I tried to stop her, but Sylvia had already opened the door.

“Oh! My Lady!”

Helen, who had been crouching on the floor, rushed toward Sylvia.

“My Lady!”
“Are you unharmed?”
“Thank goodness you’re safe!”

All the handmaidens lined up before Sylvia, their eyes glistening with tears.

“It’s all thanks to having a good son.”

Sylvia nodded and summoned aura above her palm. Fish-like mana swam gracefully through the air.

“It succeeded….”

Ensia took a deep breath, her clasped hands trembling slightly. Though she projected confidence, it was clear she harbored considerable anxiety beneath the surface.

“Thank you all.”

Sylvia embraced Ensia and the other attendants, her smile radiant.

“Hmm….”
“W-well….”
“There’s a foul stench coming from somewhere….”

Ensia, Helen, and the attendants clapped their hands over their noses and recoiled sharply from Sylvia. Some of the more delicate servants even gagged.

“What?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened in confusion.

“Well, you see….”

I scratched the back of my head and pointed to the dark, grimy residue coating the carpet beneath Sylvia.

“Those are the impurities that came out of your body during the process. The smell will be quite intense….”
“Then you should have told me before opening the door!”

Sylvia’s face flushed crimson as she rushed forward and struck my chest with her palm.

Crack!

The sudden impact sent me sprawling backward, my legs giving out as I crashed through the wall and was hurled outside. Sylvia, mortified by the situation, had lost control of her own strength.

“R-Raon!”
“Young Master!”
“Kyaaaaa!”

Sylvia and the attendants shrieked as they rushed outside after me.

-….

Wrath stroked his chin as he observed the scene.

Is violence a family trait?

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Sheryl clenched her fists as she gazed at the now-bustling Annex Building.

“It looks like it worked!”
“Yes.”

Glen, standing behind her with his arms crossed, nodded slowly.

“The mana circuit and dantian have been properly connected.”

Glen smiled warmly as he watched Sylvia tend to the collapsed Raon.

‘I never thought I’d see the day when that child could wield mana again.’

Sylvia had raised Raon with an unblemished appearance, yet a dark shadow had always lingered in the corners of her eyes.
It was only natural—she had lost her dantian, a punishment worse than death itself for a warrior.

But as the new dantian settled into place, the darkness that had permeated her complexion vanished completely.
It felt as though the young, innocent Sylvia he had known before the madness consumed her had returned.

“Phew.”

Roen also released a long breath as if he had been holding tension, placing a hand over his chest.

“It was worthwhile to have taught him the Periton martial arts. Young Master Raon has truly accomplished something remarkable.”
“Yes. Now he seems to understand it better than I do.”

Glen’s lips curved into a faint smile as he watched Raon slowly rise to his feet in a daze.

‘Well done.’

Even though Periton taught me his martial techniques, it was my achievement to execute them flawlessly.
I could only feel proud of myself for healing Sylvia with results far exceeding expectations.

“It seems they’re throwing a party to celebrate the recovery of Sylvia’s core.”

Sheryl turned around with a smile, having caught the sounds from the Annex Building.

“The Head of House should attend as well.”

She pointed toward the Annex Building with her finger, suggesting they go together.

“….”

Glen gazed quietly down at the Annex Building without answering.

“It’s best to let joyful occasions be shared among those who can truly celebrate together.”

He shook his head and turned away.

“Head of House….”
“That will be all.”

Glen imprinted the beaming faces of Sylvia and Raon in his eyes before departing Bekmang Mountain without hesitation.

“I see.”

Roen laughed hollowly, his gaze fixed not on Glen but on Raon.

“Young Master’s thoughts may differ.”

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I made my way toward the Garden of the Annex Building, pressing a hand to my chest.

‘It aches….’

Even though I hadn’t prepared myself, the impact felt like being struck across the chest with a sledgehammer—Sylvia’s power had truly been restored.
Though I wasn’t sure if I should celebrate something that hurt this much.

“The Annex Building is always so noisy.”

Dogyae, who had been standing guard at the Main Gate, let out a dry laugh.

“How is Sylvia’s condition?”
“Better than expected. Her mana loss was minimal, so if she simply awakens to the next realm, it wouldn’t be strange for her to break through the Wall immediately.”

I rubbed my chest where Sylvia had struck me and laughed.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Dogyae approached and patted my shoulder.

“You’ve already saved two people now.”

Rimer, who had been lying on the ground, got up and raised his index and middle fingers.

“Me and your mother. You seem to have a talent for salvation.”

He laughed, saying I had worked hard too.

“No, I was just fortunate….”
“Before you get humble on me, let’s start with the compensation. I’m a bit strapped for cash lately. Hehe.”

Rimer drew a circle with his raised fingers, asking for money.
Unlike usual, he showed playfulness even while talking about money. It seemed like his own way of offering congratulations.

“Thank you both for your help.”

I bowed my head to the two of them.

“No, stop changing the subject and give me the compensation!”

Though it seemed Rimer was serious about this.

“Madman.”

Dogyae shook his head in disbelief, as if to say this was beyond absurd.

I ignored Rimer and approached the Garden.

Whoosh!

With a sound like a rooster spreading its wings, Dorian, Burren, Martha, and Lunan burst forth.

“What are you all doing here?”

I had deliberately said nothing, not wanting to interfere with their training, yet somehow all four of them had found their way here.

“W-well, we were worried, so we came.”

Dorian answered while subtly shifting his gaze away.

“If something like this happens, tell me so I can help.”

Burren furrowed his brow with a look of regret.

“Do you only use that mouth of yours to eat? Say something!”

Martha also ground her teeth in frustration.

“Ugly? Badly made? You’re hopeless!”

Lunan cried out that I was ugly today and turned his head away sharply.

“I’m sorry. I thought mentioning it would interfere with your training.”
“This is what’s interfering!”

Martha struck my chest with her fist. Fortunately, it didn’t hurt as much as when Sylvia did it.

“So it all worked out in the end, right?”

Burren asked after a brief pause.

“Yeah. It all worked out.”
“Then that’s good.”

He nodded, saying that as long as things turned out well, everything was fine.

“Phew, I’m really relieved….”

Dorian’s eyes reddened as he pouted. Though his cowardly nature had diminished somewhat, his tendency to cry easily remained unchanged.

“Sigh….”

Lunan also exhaled deeply and sank to the ground.

I smiled faintly as I watched the squad leaders and Dorian, relief washing over me and returning my smile.

‘This relationship with these fellows—it’s all because of Mother.’

Had Sylvia not taught me about the bonds between people, I would have viewed these fellows merely as rivals.
I realized once again that I had received far more from her than I could ever repay.

“But why do you look so serious?”

Dorian tilted his head, questioning why I was thinking such thoughts on a joyful day.

“There’s something I need to buy and something I need to do, but it’s a bit unclear.”
“What do you need to buy?”
“A wine called Periton Blanc….”
“Oh, I have that!”

He reached into his pocket, saying he had Periton Blanc.

“Hm?”

But Dorian, contrary to his usual habit, didn’t pull out the wine immediately and dragged out the moment.

‘Does he not have it? Though it is strange that he has everything in there.’

Just as I was thinking it was unfortunate but unavoidable, his words continued.

“How many years back do you have?”
“Huh…?”
“Since Periton Blanc is so abundant, I’m asking how many years back you’d like. We have everything from last year’s vintage up to thirty years ago.”
“You… you have all of that?”
“It’s an essential item.”

I watched Dorian retrieve bottles of Periton Blanc organized by vintage and exhaled in exasperation.

What exactly isn’t an essential item to you?

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Glen reclined deeply into the Jade Throne in the Patriarch’s Hall, his eyelids trembling faintly as they closed.
The bright smile Sylvia had worn in the Annex Building today surfaced in his mind with crystalline clarity.

‘Yes. That is enough.’

There was much I had failed to give my youngest daughter, Sylvia. No—worse still, I had committed far too many wrongs against her.

No matter how thoroughly malice and desire had dominated my mind in those dark years, the sin of regarding my daughter as worth less than a stone in the street would never be absolved.

The moment I saw Sylvia’s smiling face today, I understood. I, who possessed neither the qualifications of a father nor a grandfather, had been harboring far too many desires of late.

‘It is enough to simply watch over them from the shadows as I do now.’

I had no right to stand beside those children. I must content myself with becoming an outer wall, protecting Raon and Sylvia as though nothing were amiss. That was the only path.

A long, hollow breath escaped him.

When Glen opened his eyes once more, he had returned to the absolute being shrouded in emptiness—as he had been before meeting Raon. His gaze, surveying the world with tedium, was as cold as ice.

“Sigh…”

Sheryl understood Glen’s transformation, yet simultaneously exhaled a low breath, feeling a sense of suffocation.

“….”

Roen stood quietly beside Glen with his eyes closed.

As a suffocating silence stretched on, a dull knock sounded from the Audience Chamber door.

“I’ll go check who it is.”

When Roen moved to leave, Glen waved his hand.

“Come in.”

Glen granted entry, apparently recognizing who stood outside.

Creak—

The Audience Chamber door swung open and Raon entered. He walked forward with a composed expression and knelt.

“I greet the Head of House.”
“Get to the point.”

Glen waved his hand as if to say he was too tired for pleasantries.

“Yes.”

Raon rose to his feet and withdrew five bottles of Periton Blanc from his spatial pouch.

“I’ve obtained the wine you mentioned before.”
“…I see.”

Glen’s lips twisted as he gazed at the clear bottles of wine in Raon’s hands.

‘Is this the right thing to do?’

He wanted to drink that wine together with Raon, but such a reward was too much for him.
He had to be satisfied with merely the fact that his cherished grandson had given him wine.

“I shall enjoy it well.”

Glen gave a subtle nod, and Roen, catching the signal, approached Raon to receive the drink.

“Head of House.”

But I didn’t hand the bottle to him, turning my gaze back to Glen instead.

“Today, when we restored our mother’s dantian, the Periton martial technique you taught me proved invaluable. So….”

I pulled the bottle back and lifted my eyes to meet his.

“If you wouldn’t mind, would you be willing to join me for dinner at the Annex Building tomorrow evening?”

I made my invitation clear, bowing my head as I asked him to come to the Annex Building.

Gulp.

Glen swallowed hard without realizing it, his shoulders trembling slightly as he shifted in his seat.
He parted his dry lips, his entire body tensing to conceal the emotions churning within him.

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