The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 554

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Chapter 554

“…Is that what you think?”

Glen Zigheart furrowed his brow, his gaze burning with a crimson intensity as he fixed it upon me.

“Hmm….”

I swallowed hard against the overwhelming pressure emanating from Glen Zigheart.

‘Is it really not the right answer?’

Glen Zigheart had always possessed an aura that seemed to suffocate the very breath from one’s lungs, but today it was far more pronounced.
A sharp, cutting aura swirled around him as though he might strike down lightning itself with a single misspoken word.

‘I hope it’s better to say I did it myself.’

Though Sylvia had told me to bring Glen Zigheart here, I decided it was better not to mention that, lest any harm befall her.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

I lifted my gaze confidently and stated that I had thought of it myself.

“How is Sylvia’s condition?”

Glen Zigheart did not answer regarding the dinner invitation, instead asking about Sylvia’s state.

“The installation of the artificial dantian was successful. However, it will require considerable time for her to return to her peak condition.”
“I see.”

He nodded as though he understood this was inevitable. His harsh voice seemed to soften slightly.

“Did she say to share dinner together tomorrow evening?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”

I exhaled softly and nodded.

“….”

Glen said nothing more. It seemed as though the Jade Throne itself was trembling—or perhaps it was merely my imagination.

-Why is that old geezer acting so high and mighty!

Wrath furrowed his brow in displeasure.

-A weakling worth only hundreds of thousands of combined levels dares to be so arrogant!
‘It’s grown again….’

The figure had escalated from tens of thousands of combined levels to hundreds of thousands.
It seemed he kept claiming victory out of pride when he could have simply agreed they were comparable.

-If that old fool doesn’t come, the True Demon King will have more to eat, which is all the better! Just leave already!

Wrath threw a punch through the air at Glen, urging him to depart.

‘Please, just stay quiet.’

As I nudged Wrath away with my shoulder, the sound of fingers tapping against the armrest of the Jade Throne echoed through the chamber. The steady, rhythmic tapping ceased, and Glen set his jaw firmly.

“Very well. I had matters to discuss anyway, so I shall accept the invitation.”

The moment Glen made his decision, he sank back into the Jade Throne.

“It is an honor.”

I knelt on one knee and bowed my head.

‘I never expected him to accept….’

To be honest, I hadn’t anticipated Glen would agree to the dinner invitation. I had assumed only Periton Blanc would be coming, so his acceptance caught me somewhat off guard.

‘But what does he want to discuss?’

His sudden mention of having matters to address filled me with an inexplicable sense of unease. Yet at this moment, I could discern no clues to anticipate what he might say.

I exhaled briefly, returned Periton Blanc to my spatial pocket, and rose to my feet.

“If you don’t mind, would the two of you care to join us?”

I extended my hand toward Sheryl and Roen, who stood beneath the platform. It seemed it would be more convenient to have the two people who served Glen most closely by his side.

“If there are no duties, let’s go.”
“Hehehehe. Very well.”

Sheryl and Roen nodded, saying they would follow Glen.

“Then we shall depart.”

I exchanged glances with the three of them in turn before leaving the Audience Chamber.
As I walked, pondering what Glen might have to say, the Patriarch’s Hall suddenly began to tremble.

“Hmm?”

I tilted my head, gazing at the ceiling as fine dust cascaded down.

“Earthquakes have been frequent lately.”

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Rumble, rumble, rumble!

Glen gripped his forehead with his hand, his leg trembling. As the Transcendent, unable to contain his surging emotions, he unleashed vibrations that caused not just the Audience Chamber but the entire Patriarch’s Hall to shake as if it might collapse.
As the transcendent being couldn’t contain his surging emotions and caused vibrations, not only the Audience Chamber but the entire Patriarch’s Hall began to shake as if it would collapse.

“Heh heh heh.”

Roen lifted his gaze and watched the small specks of dust falling from the ceiling like snow.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt this vibration.”

He said he needed to clean up the dust and pulled out a broom and a mop from somewhere.

“That’s a relief.”

Sheryl approached Glen, who had his head bowed.

“I thought the Head of House had given up on approaching Raon and Sylvia, but Raon arrived at just the right moment.”

She seemed to have read Glen’s thoughts, drawing a faint smile.

“That’s true.”

Glen lifted his head and readily acknowledged Sheryl’s words.

“I only intended to watch over them from afar, but I lacked the courage to refuse that child’s invitation.”

He bit his lip, saying he couldn’t ignore Raon’s invitation. Yet his legs continued to tremble—a mixture of joy and sorrow intertwined.
However, her legs were still trembling. It seemed as though joy and sorrow coexisted.

“I was invited, but I don’t expect anything more than that. I’ll just have a quiet meal and come back. I think I can be satisfied with that.”

Glen shook his head, saying he didn’t need anything more.

“Ugh, how frustrating!”

Sheryl kept her eyes tightly shut as she tapped her own chest.

“…What?”
“Did Sylvia and Raon ask you to watch over them from afar? They’re simply offering you a meal out of gratitude for what the Head of House has done! Why are you writing a tragedy novel all by yourself?”
“Did Sylvia and Raon ask you to protect them from behind? I’m just offering to treat you to a meal because I’m grateful for what the Head of House did for us! Why are you writing a tragic novel all by yourself!”

She continued speaking with a frown.

“I know. They’re not that kind of children. But even if others forgive me, I cannot forgive myself.”
“I know. They’re not that kind of children. But even if others forgive them, I can’t forgive myself.”

Glen clenched his fist, insisting that his mind would never change on that matter.

“So from afar….”
“Raon approached you first! Then go meet him halfway!”
“Raon came to you first! So you should at least go out to greet him!”

Sheryl raised her voice, unable to hold back any longer. It was the first time she had spoken so bluntly to Glen Zigheart, whom she respected above all others.

“I’m not asking you to do it all at once. You can take it slowly, very slowly. Doing something is better than doing nothing.”
“Hmm….”

When Sheryl pressed forward firmly, Glen Zigheart looked toward Roen as if seeking help.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen let out a good-natured laugh and quickly averted his gaze.

“Now, where was that trash bin….”

He quietly disappeared, clearly having no intention of intervening.

“Head of House!”
“Y-yes….”
“Tomorrow, go to the Annex Building and give Raon and Sylvia each a word of blessing. No excuses!”

Sheryl tilted her head up defiantly, her arms crossed, brooking no refusal.

“Head of House?”

Sheryl fixed Glen Zigheart with a sharp stare, demanding an answer.

“Sigh….”

Glen Zigheart nodded helplessly as he regarded Sheryl.

“I’ll give it my best effort.”

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The following evening.

Sylvia and her attendants stood before the Entrance Hall.

“Ugh….”

Helen, anxious despite having cleaned all day, wandered about ceaselessly, wiping and sweeping the floor without pause.

“You can take it easy, you know.”

Rimer, who had arrived first, leaned his back against the wall and tilted his head.

“The Head of House doesn’t really care about cleaning anyway. He sometimes visits my office, but he never says anything about it.”

He waved his finger, telling her to relax.

“That’s not indifference—he’s simply given up on your filthiness.”

Dogyae frowned at Rimer, telling him to stop spouting nonsense.

“Ah, you old codger. You don’t understand. Our Head of House trusts only me.”
“Trust? No—I think you’re just the only one he enjoys beating senseless.”

As I watched the two of them bicker, I felt a weighty presence approaching the Entrance Hall.

“Hmm….”
“He’s here.”

Rimer and Dogyae also sensed the presence and stopped speaking, straightening their postures.

“He’s arriving.”

At my warning, Sylvia and her attendants straightened their spines.

Tick.

As the clock struck exactly seven, a knock sounded from the Entrance Hall door.

“Sigh….”

Sylvia slowly exhaled, then opened the Entrance Hall door to reveal Roen bowing his head.

“Thank you for the invitation.”

As he stepped aside, Glen Zigheart entered, his brilliant golden hair swept back neatly.

“We greet the Head of House!”
“We greet the Head of House!”

Following Sylvia’s greeting, everyone in the Annex Building bowed their heads to Glen Zigheart.

“That will suffice.”

Glen Zigheart waved his hand to stop those about to kneel. He gazed at Sylvia for a moment as if to assess her condition, then nodded approvingly.

“Your dantian has settled properly.”
“It is thanks to you, Head of House.”

Sylvia smiled serenely, offering him praise.

“I did nothing.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head in a gruff tone. He gave a brief nod upon seeing Ensia standing with her attendants.

“To craft an artificial dantian—quite the achievement. The Yenan Family Head must be proud.”
“I merely examined the prototype of the artificial dantian that Raon saved and used it as a template. However….”

Ensia seemed nervous as her words faltered, and she blinked blankly.

“Every time I see you, I feel it, but you really are devastatingly handsome, Head of House. Aging gracefully like that is insane….”

At her sudden outburst, everyone in the entrance hall’s jaws dropped.

“No wonder Raon is so handsome—it’s because Grandfather is handsome too. Truly, blood doesn’t lie….”
“Ah, Ensia!”

Raon moved with swift footwork and reached Ensia, covering her mouth with his hand.

“….”

Glen Zigheart regarded Ensia with an indescribable gaze. His eyes began to tremble faintly.

‘He must be furious.’

The moment the word “grandfather” left my lips, I knew his insides must be churning. As I wrestled with what to do, Rimer stepped forward.

“How much longer are we going to stand here? Let’s head inside, shall we?”

He thumped his thigh with his fist, complaining that his legs ached.

“Y-yes, please come this way.”

Sylvia seized the opportunity without hesitation, raising her hand to gesture toward the Dining Hall.

“….”

Glen Zigheart followed Sylvia without so much as a nod, while Sheryl and Roen waved with knowing smiles.

Once inside the Dining Hall, Glen Zigheart claimed the seat of honor, with Sylvia positioning herself to his left. She gestured urgently to the opposite seat, urging me to sit quickly.

‘Sigh….’

I exhaled quietly and took the seat across from Sylvia, beside Glen Zigheart.

The three of us sat in silence for a long while.

“What is this?”

As the suffocating silence stretched on, Rimer’s brow furrowed.

“Did someone die? Why is everyone keeping their mouths shut? Wasn’t today supposed to be a celebration?”
“It certainly is unusually quiet.”

Dogyae nodded in agreement with Rimer’s observation.

“Hehehehe. This is only the beginning, is it not?”

Roen chuckled good-naturedly, as if to say we should wait and see.

“Hmm….”

As Sylvia smacked her lips softly, the maidservants waiting in the kitchen entered with the prepared dishes.
Steam rose from each plate—they had just been completed. The aroma and vibrant colors were so appetizing that my mouth watered at the mere sight.

—Hnnnngh….

Wrath examined each dish one by one, drool dripping from his mouth.

—Beef stew, whole roasted pork, fried chicken, beef short ribs and lamb ribs, and… wait, is that salmon?! And you have both grilled and raw preparations!

His jaw dropped as Yua brought out the salmon dishes.

‘I requested this because you wanted it.’

While Wrath slept in the bracelet, I had asked Dorian to procure the ingredients and requested that Yua prepare the dishes.

—Krrrrgh!

Wrath flew toward Yua and bumped his head against hers.

—Truly, only the Pineapple Girl will do for the True Demon King!
‘I was the one who asked for it, though.’
—Pineapple Girl!
‘….’

He praised only Yua. This is why one shouldn’t be too kind to a fool.

While I bickered with Wrath, the spacious rectangular dining table became laden with food. Despite the tension in the air, everyone seated at the table found themselves salivating.

“This looks incredible. Let me start with the beef short ribs….”
“Hold on!”
“Ow!”

Rimer withdrew his fork and pulled back his hand after Sheryl struck the back of it.

“Thank you.”

Sylvia smiled at Sheryl and rose from her seat. She gazed at everyone present—from the maidservant at the far end to Glen Zigheart at the head of the table—before parting her lips to speak.

“Thanks to all of you gathered here, I have been able to stand once more upon the path of a warrior.”

The people seated at the table gazed upon Sylvia with different intentions and expressions in their eyes.

“I’m truly grateful. I never thought I’d feel such happiness again. I will strive to become a warrior worthy of your aid, so that I need not feel ashamed.”

Sylvia placed a hand over her heart and bowed carefully.

“I look forward to it.”
“That’s what will happen.”
“Congratulations!”

Sheryl began clapping first, and the others followed with cheers and applause.

“….”

Glen Zigheart said nothing and made no gesture, simply standing with his arms crossed.

“Well then, let’s eat before the food grows cold.”

Sylvia showed no alarm at Glen Zigheart’s demeanor and smiled, gesturing for everyone to begin eating.

“Oh, but first—Raon has prepared some wine. Would everyone care for a glass?”

She gave Raon a meaningful glance.

“Understood.”

Raon nodded and rose, retrieving the Periton Blanc he had prepared in advance.

“Hey! With mountains of meat dishes, white wine? That kid only knows how to swing a blade. He knows nothing of drink… Ugh!”

Rimer grumbled about the lack of other spirits before Sheryl struck the back of his head, sending him sprawling.

“You’ll die if you open your mouth again.”

Sheryl smiled at Raon as if urging him to continue.

“Mm….”

Raon let out a low hum and approached Glen Zigheart.

“Will you have some?”
“…Yes.”

Glen Zigheart uncrossed his arms as if to say follow my lead, and lifted his glass.

I poured the Periton Blanc into Glen Zigheart’s glass with the utmost care, channeling desperate concentration as though facing an enemy.

When I reached the midpoint of the glass, I stopped and bowed my head.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart’s complexion seemed to brighten slightly, perhaps because the wine he’d wanted to drink was now before his eyes.

‘He seems pleased.’

I exhaled in relief and poured wine for Sylvia as well, then approached Rimer and Dogyae.

As I tried to fill their glasses, their reactions seemed odd. They were frowning while looking toward Glen Zigheart.

“Hm?”

Thinking it strange, I turned around to see Glen Zigheart holding his wine glass toward Rimer and Dogyae. For some reason, it almost looked like he was mocking them.
I’m not sure why, but it seemed like he was sneering at me.

What is it?

All three of them were silent, so I couldn’t quite understand what was happening.

Raon tilted his head curiously, filled Sheryl and Roen’s glasses with alcohol, and returned to his seat.

“Then shall we make a toast?”

Sylvia raised her glass. Everyone else lifted theirs together, but Glen Zigheart remained still.

“A toast requires words—something to wish for.”

Sheryl gave a light smile and a knowing glance toward Sylvia.

“Then, to our Raon’s happiness!”
“Wasn’t this supposed to be your own celebration party?”
“Well, anyway.”

Rimer and Dogyae let out helpless sighs and raised their glasses. Sheryl and Roen smiled as they lifted their cups as well.

Glen, who had seemed indifferent to the toast, quietly raised his glass too. Since it was such a fine occasion, he appeared to be going along with the mood.

Glasses clinked in the air, and everyone moistened their lips with Periton Blanc.

“Hmm? This is quite good.”
“White wine’s charm lies in its refreshing and crisp nature, but Periton Blanc captures the rich depth of red wine as well. It’s impossible for it to taste bad.”

Dogyae emptied his glass in one gulp and refilled it himself.

“Then please, enjoy your meal.”

Sylvia gestured to begin eating.

-The True Demon King wishes to eat salmon first!

Wrath frowned at the taste of the wine, then pointed at the salmon with a round finger.

-Raw salmon, no, grilled salmon! No wait! Let me start with raw salmon first!
‘Should I ask the Charm Girl to feed you instead?’

I ignored that comment and began eating the stew first.

-Hey!

Unlike my bickering with Wrath, the dinner proceeded quietly.
Rimer occasionally threw in jokes, and while Dogyae and Sheryl responded, Glen said nothing at all, so it was hardly an exaggeration to call it a time of silence.

“Would you like me to pour you more?”

I noticed Glen’s wine glass was empty and brought over the Periton Blanc.

“Yes.”

Glen gave a short nod and lifted his glass. As he poured the wine, his hand seemed to tremble slightly.
I thought that perhaps, like Wrath, he might have a weak tolerance for alcohol despite being a transcendent.

As we ate and I continued refilling Glen’s glass whenever it emptied, before long all the Periton Blanc that Dorian had given me was gone.

—Burrrp!

Wrath let out a long belch, then flipped onto his back and lay down.

—The True Demon King is satisfied this day!

The creature fell asleep right after saying that. He was truly a Demon Lord who lived purely on instinct, like a beast.

“Sylvia.”

Glen wiped his mouth with a napkin and turned his gaze toward Sylvia.

“Yes?”
“What are your plans going forward?”

Glen posed the same question I had asked Sylvia not long ago.

“I intend to stay here.”
“You won’t take up the sword again?”
“No, I will. I must. But rather than venturing outside to bring honor to the Family name, I wish to protect my people here within these walls.”

Sylvia recited the very answer she had given me.

“Raon told me he’ll promote you to the Main Lineage next year. He said he’d defeat the Demon King and use all the accumulated Achievements for it.”

Glen drained the last of the Periton Blanc remaining in his glass in one gulp and narrowed his eyes.

“I’ve decided to accept that proposal as well.”
“Ah….”
“If you can accomplish that, return to the Main Mansion.”

Glen nodded, his gaze shifting from Sylvia to me.

“Head of House….”

Sylvia’s lips trembled as if she hadn’t expected Glen to tell her to return to the Main Mansion.
Her crimson eyes rippled like a sunset reflected upon the sea.

“That meal was well worth making time for.”

Glen rose from his chair after offering his own form of high praise.

“That was delicious.”
“The dishes were all excellent.”
“This household does good work.”
“Thank you for the meal.”

Sheryl, Roen, Rimer, and Dogyae rose to their feet following Glen’s lead.

Glen glanced at Sylvia, who bowed her head, and at me in turn before departing the Annex Building, with the others following in his wake.

“Haa….”

Sylvia drew a deep breath, her face cradled in both hands. From the way her shoulders trembled slightly, it was clear she was holding back tears.

I grasped Sylvia’s shoulder and bit down hard on my lip.

‘Of course.’

When Glen had just told her to return to the Main Mansion, he meant he would think of her as his daughter once more.
Having heard those words directly, all the emotions she’d been holding back until now came flooding in, and she could no longer contain herself.

I spent a long moment there, gently stroking Sylvia’s back.

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“He finally said something.”

Rimer whistled as he watched Glen’s retreating figure.

“Truth be told, I was hoping for something a bit warmer, but even this is enough for now… Hm?”

He trailed off, his eyes widening. When Glen turned to glance back, a smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

“What? What is it? That irritating expression?”
“I’m directing it at you too.”

Dogyae, having caught sight of Glen’s expression, furrowed his brow.

“Heh.”

Glen smirked at both Rimer and Dogyae simultaneously, as if to confirm they hadn’t misread him, then turned his head without hesitation.

“Wait, wait! Are you saying Raon poured drinks for you first today?”
“Are you…?”

Rimer and Dogyae dropped their jaws in disbelief.

“That’s not all. Raon poured into my cup ten times today. You two each poured for yourselves.”

Glen glanced back and let out a derisive snort.

“That’s only because you were sitting right next to him!”
“What does it matter who poured the drinks!”
“Defeated dogs barking.”

He waved his hand dismissively at Rimer and Dogyae, calling them dogs with a hundred tails.

“Hey, hey!”

As Rimer gnashed his teeth, Sheryl stepped in.

“We finally made some progress today. Just let it go.”

Sheryl shook her head, telling him to leave it alone for now.

But Glen showed no intention of restraint, his eyes gleaming with mockery.

“How can I hold back after seeing that face! It’s infuriating! Raon and I are closer… Gack!”

Rimer screamed and lunged at Glen Zigheart, only to be struck by lightning and sent plummeting from the sky.

“Why… why isn’t the old man doing anything…?”

He looked up at Dogyae, who remained motionless in his spot, his jaw trembling.

“I’ve no desire to be struck at my age.”

Dogyae muttered that he was a fool and clicked his tongue.

“Hehehehe.”

Roen followed behind them all, his laughter ringing out as if he found the entire situation utterly delightful.

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