The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 724

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Chapter 724

“Clothes?”

I widened my eyes as I gazed at the garments nestled within the luxurious box.
It was formal attire where black and gold harmonized beautifully, exuding an air of classical elegance beneath its splendor.

‘Then Mother’s must be….’

I turned my gaze to the right. Sylvia’s box contained a dress with a white base adorned with gracefully flowing golden embroidery.

“Ah….”

She too stared at the dress with a bewildered expression.

-Tch!

Wrath shook his round fists in disapproval.

-Can’t even eat the blasted things! Though knowing that tasteless old geezer, he’d probably send garbage anyway!

He snorted dismissively, muttering that it was just as well.

“Hmm….”

Ignoring Wrath’s grumbling, I examined the formal wear and dress once more.

‘Why would he send clothes?’

I had anticipated that Glen Zigheart would offer rewards for the life-or-death war, but I never expected to receive ordinary garments rather than artifacts. It was somewhat bewildering.

“Roen.”

I lowered the box containing the formal attire and called out to Roen.

“Did the Head of House truly send these clothes?”
“Indeed. He wishes for you to wear this formal attire and dress to the banquet being held today.”

Roen bowed his head, saying there was no reason for him to tell a lie.

“Ah….”

Sylvia let out a delicate gasp as she gazed at the hem of her dress.
Embroidered upon it was the Zigheart emblem—a burning sword—radiating a brilliance that surpassed even the luminescence of the gold medallion.

‘Mine is the same.’

The identical emblem was stitched upon the chest of my ceremonial robe, rendered with such vivid detail that the sword appeared to be truly ablaze with flames.

‘To embroider such a symbol….’

I traced the Zigheart emblem with my fingers and swallowed hard.

‘Does this mean Father intends to elevate Mother to the Main Lineage today?’

No, that had to be it. There was no other explanation.

The sudden gift of elaborate ceremonial garments and the invitation to the banquet could only signify one thing—elevation to the Main Lineage.
Especially the Zigheart emblem woven into both the robe and dress reinforced that certainty.

“R-Raon. This is….”

Sylvia trembled, clutching the dress protectively to her chest. She too seemed to have grasped the significance of the garment Glen had bestowed upon her.

“It appears so.”

I nodded, meeting Sylvia’s gaze directly.

“Though the custom has been abandoned at some point, the Zigheart once held a tradition where a father would craft his child’s first garment with his own hands. Both of your ceremonial robes were woven from the threads of Yeongrusam, a mystical creature that the Patriarch personally captured.”

Roen smiled faintly as he spoke, his words carrying unmistakable meaning—Glen had acknowledged both Sylvia and me as members of the Main Lineage.

“Ah….”

Upon hearing that the tradition had been abandoned at some point, Sylvia lowered her head. Clearly, she had never received such a first garment.

“Then I shall see you both at the banquet.”

Roen bowed respectfully and headed toward the Patriarch’s Hall.

“Understood.”

I exchanged a proper greeting with Roen before turning my gaze to Sylvia.

“It looks like you have a lot to prepare. Let’s head back.”
“Yes.”

Sylvia’s eyes glistened with tears as her lips trembled. Lately, she’d earned the epithet “Crimson Sword of Calamity,” but I couldn’t fathom how anyone could call her that.

“Take Helen and the other attendants with you.”
“Okay….”

I grasped Sylvia’s trembling hand firmly as we made our way to the Annex Building.

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“Did you deliver it?”

Glen Zigheart nodded his chin toward Roen as he entered the Audience Chamber.

“Yes.”

Roen smiled faintly and nodded.

“Did Raon and Sylvia not find it strange?”
“Both of them are quite perceptive, so they likely understood the Head of House’s intentions.”

He approached the platform while saying that both Raon and Sylvia had grasped the meaning behind giving them the clothes.

“Huh? That can’t be right?”

Rimer blinked as he looked at Roen.

“Sylvia might not know, but that brat Raon is completely oblivious to social cues! He’s the very definition of tactlessness!”

He shook his head, saying he’d never seen anyone as socially inept as Raon.

“That’s certainly true.”

Sheryl nodded in agreement, tapping her chin.

“I’ve been frustrated with him more times than I can count because of it.”

She too sighed, saying Raon was terribly lacking in social awareness.

“But in combat, he’s sharper than anyone.”

Roen chuckled at how ironic that was.

“That’s right. In battle, Raon’s perception is faster than mine. However….”

Rimer laughed and waved his hand dismissively.

“Strangely enough, when it comes to human relationships, he can’t seem to grasp the proper distance at all.”

He clicked his tongue long and hard while glancing up at the platform.

“It might be because someone kept him cooped up in the Annex Building since childhood….”
“Hmm….”
“Well….”

Sheryl and Roen followed Rimer’s gaze and cast sidelong looks at Glen.

“Ahem!”

Glen cleared his throat and quickly gestured to Roen.

“Did he like the clothes?”
“Yes. Both of them were very pleased with them.”

Roen nodded happily, confirming that they had received them well.

“Of course I’m pleased! Who do you think made it!”

Siran, the Elder Council Master of Zigheart and Master of the Owhwa Unit, let out a snort.

“Now that I think about it, the Head of House went too far. When you asked me to fill the Elder Council Master position, you were so polite, but then you told me to go back to the Owhwa Unit and create the finest garments in just three days. It’s absurd.”

Siran’s elegant voice flowed as she covered her mouth with a fan embossed with black butterflies.

“I have a schedule too, you know. It was far too unreasonable.”
“Ahem, I apologize. But your skills as Elder Council Master are far superior to the current Owhwa Unit Master.”

Glen raised his hand apologetically, saying he was sorry for making such an abrupt request.

“I wanted to give the finest garments to those two children.”
“Well, all parents feel the same way.”

Siran’s mood seemed to soften as she drew a faint smile.

“However, I didn’t create the formal wear for Raon and Sylvia solely because of you, Head of House. I wove the threads with the hope that both children would flourish.”

She laughed, saying it wasn’t so bad even though she hadn’t slept or eaten, only working.

“Then perhaps you should go rest now….”
“Absolutely not!”

Siran shook her head firmly.

“Raon and Sylvia, the most beautiful faces in Zigheart, are wearing my masterpiece. How could I leave without seeing it!”

She clenched her fist, declaring she would collapse in the Banquet Hall rather than leave.

“Ahem! Well, that’s true. Those children are quite beautiful and handsome, after all.”

Glen nodded vigorously, clearly delighted that Raon and Sylvia had received compliments about their appearance.

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen quietly chuckled as they watched Glen show a sincere smile.

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“Hmm?”

I put on the formal attire Roen had given me and tested my limbs’ mobility.

“For formal wear, this is surprisingly comfortable.”

Formal attire typically prioritized splendor like a peacock’s feathers, making it uncomfortable to wear, but this garment allowed me to move as freely as training clothes. It was a peculiar outfit—the most magnificent, yet comfortable.
It was a surprisingly comfortable outfit, despite being so flashy.

“So what if it’s interesting! It doesn’t taste good!”

Wrath shook his head, muttering that he had no need for clothes or such things.

-Ooh! Then it’s essential!
Oh! Then it’s a must-have!

Dorian kept muttering over and over that he was an essential item, as if he had become that guy.

“I’m telling you, it’s simple.”

Raon let out a quiet chuckle and left the room.

“M-Master Raon. You could ascend to heaven right now!”
“The outfit doesn’t diminish your face, and your face doesn’t diminish the outfit. They complement each other perfectly!”
“Handsome Raon….”
“Raon, you’re so handsome…”

The maids in civilian clothes laughed brightly, saying it was dazzling. Because of Ensia, they too had the word “exist well” stuck in their mouths.

“Over there, young master…”

Helen stood dazed for a moment, then carefully approached.

“Can we really go too?”

She lowered her head, clearly worried about participating in the banquet.

“It’s fine. You’re family.”

I met Helen’s trembling gaze and smiled.
The attendants had been family who suffered alongside me all this time, so I wanted them to be present when Sylvia ascended to the Main Lineage.

“Young Master….”

Helen and the attendants pressed their lips together tightly, their eyes reddening.

“Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

Sylvia descended the staircase while shaking her head.
She wore the dress Roen had given her, and strangely, all eyes were drawn to Sylvia’s face rather than the ornate gown.

“My Lady!”
“You’re absolutely radiant!”
“The dress can’t even compare to your beauty!”
“Stunning! Simply stunning!”

The attendants flocked to Sylvia’s side, chirping like larks.

“Thank you. You’re all beautiful too.”

Sylvia embraced each attendant and smiled.

“If everyone’s ready, let’s depart.”
“Yes.”

I opened the door first and stepped outside.

After loading the attendants and Sylvia into the carriage I’d prepared beforehand, I headed toward the Main Mansion.
Laughter echoed continuously from inside the carriage—whatever they found so amusing kept them entertained.

As I half-listened to Sylvia and the attendants’ chatter, the carriage arrived at the front of the Main Mansion. I could see people participating in the banquet entering the Patriarch’s Hall one by one.

“Let’s go in as well.”
“Yes, Young Master.”

Sylvia led the maidservants into the Patriarch’s Hall. As she moved toward the Banquet Hall, a man standing in the right corridor blocked her path.

“Hmm….”

It was Sterrick, a direct lineage executive who followed Karun. He hesitated for a moment, startled by Sylvia’s appearance, then shook his head.

“Are those people behind you maidservants?”
“Yes, they are.”

Sylvia stepped forward protectively in front of Helen and the maidservants, nodding her head.

“But why are you wearing a banquet dress instead of maid uniforms?”

Sterrick furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend.

“I asked them to come with me.”

Sylvia took another step forward and raised her gaze boldly to meet his eyes.

“This is absurd. Regardless of restrictions on participation, bringing maidservants? What’s wrong with your head?”

Sterrick swept his eyes over Sylvia and the maidservants in turn with a look of contempt.

“Ha.”

As I furrowed my brow and was about to step forward, Sylvia extended her hand and drew close to Sterrick as if to seize him by the collar.

“Shut your mouth. Unless you want that neck of yours to fly off.”

She no longer tolerated insults. With her eyes blazing crimson, she unleashed an overwhelming aura that bore down upon her opponent. The Crimson Eyes Demon Sword—her resolve to protect the Annex Building was laid bare for all to see.

“Ugh! Y-you dare, in a place like this!”

Sterrick’s lips trembled as he stumbled backward. He was about to call for swordsmen to ensure she could never enter when—

“Let them through.”

Karun approached from behind, pushed Sterrick aside, and opened the doors to the Banquet Hall.

“K-Karun, sir?”
“Chad said to participate in the gathering, not that you needed to meet certain qualifications. That means anyone can enter, so you have no say in this matter.”

Karun looked down at Sterrick with a cold gaze.

“I-I apologize.”

Sterrick’s jaw trembled as he pressed his back against the wall, unable to refuse Karun’s words.

“Th-thank you.”
“….”

Karun offered no response. He glanced once at Sylvia and Raon, then entered the Banquet Hall.

“Raon. See you inside.”

Burren, who had been standing behind him, waved his hand and headed toward the Banquet Hall.

‘What’s gotten into him?’

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Karun’s retreating figure. It was bewildering—this man who would normally drag a boulder to block the path was actually helping me instead.
It felt out of character.

‘Does he have some hidden agenda?’

Yet Karun carried no scent of conspiracy about him. I sensed only the lofty bearing of bamboo standing tall and unbending.

“You heard him. No need to hang your heads. Walk with confidence!”

Sylvia patted the maids on their backs and entered the Banquet Hall first.

“Yes!”

The maids, encouraged by Sylvia’s spirit, followed her with steady, unfaltering steps.

I entered the Banquet Hall last, a faint smile playing at my lips.

“Wow….”
“That’s, that’s Sylvia?”
“So the rumors about her being the greatest beauty of Zigheart weren’t just hearsay.”
“Whose design is that dress? It brings out her beauty perfectly….”

The guests enjoying the banquet couldn’t close their gaping mouths at the sight of Sylvia’s appearance.

“Raon is no less striking than Sylvia.”
“Less striking? He surpasses Sylvia!”
“They say the term ‘exceptionally handsome’ was coined for him, and it’s no accident.”
“He’s been famous for his looks since childhood.”

The Zigheart swordsmen couldn’t tear their eyes away from Raon as he walked, as if guarding Sylvia’s back, and could only sigh wistfully.

I accepted the attention of the crowd with composure and surveyed the Banquet Hall.
Since the funeral had just concluded, the Banquet Hall wasn’t lavishly decorated, but it was filled with warm colors that actually put my mind at ease.

-Ooooh!

Wrath let out an exclamation that seemed to take his breath away.

-Of all the banquets I’ve seen, this one has the most food!

True to his words, the perimeter of the Banquet Hall was lined with countless dishes like a buffet, too numerous to count.
The colors and aromas emanating from the food made my mouth water involuntarily.

“Raon, this is delicious.”

Lunan Slion waved his hand while cradling pearl-like ice cream in both arms.
Judging by the bulge in his dress’s belly, he’d already eaten his fill.

“Tsk. Why am I even here….”

Martha leaned her back against the wall with clear displeasure, her head bowed low and her brow furrowed as if embarrassed by the white dress.

“….”

Burren Zigheart silently followed behind Karun, and it seemed the distance between them had grown slightly closer.

“Organization Master! Please try this!”

Dorian had already sampled everything at the buffet, his cheeks puffed out with food as he beamed with genuine joy—happier than I’d ever seen him.

-Let’s go too!

Wrath drooled shamelessly, gesturing wildly toward the spread of dishes.

‘What’s so great about it?’
-The True Demon King wishes to begin with the raw beef at the far end!

He smacked his lips loudly, insisting that buffets should always be approached with cold dishes first.

‘He certainly has strange knowledge.’

I chuckled softly and turned toward the raw beef station.

“The Sky of the Northern Region—Glen Zigheart, Head of House, makes his entrance!”

The Banquet Hall doors swung open simultaneously, and Glen appeared.

“We greet the Head of House!”

I knelt alongside everyone else.

“Rise, all of you.”

Glen ascended the Platform and gazed down with composed indifference.

“Are you enjoying the banquet?”
“Yes!”

Everyone in the Banquet Hall gave the expected response, bowing their heads.

-We cannot enjoy it because of that old man!

Wrath alone defied the moment, raising his fist defiantly.

“Good to hear.”

Glen smiled faintly and nodded.

“I held this banquet to ease the weariness of war, but there is one reason that matters far more.”

He raised his finger, pointing toward Raon and Sylvia.

“Sylvia Zigheart and Raon Zigheart, step forward.”

Glen called them without hesitation, showing no intention to draw out the moment.

“Yes.”

Raon exchanged a glance with Sylvia before stepping before the platform.

“I made a promise with the Gwangpung Corps Master long ago.”

Glen gazed out the darkening window, hands clasped behind his back.

“I said that if he survived a life-or-death duel with King Roman, I would elevate Sylvia to the Main Lineage.”

He turned his gaze to meet Raon’s eyes.

“I thought it impossible, yet the Gwangpung Corps Master defeated King Roman and brought honor to the Zigheart name.”

Glen nodded approvingly at Raon.

“Moreover, he survived the Nambuk Alliance’s treacherous ambush and even blocked the blade aimed at me. And after that….”

He vividly recounted the battles he had witnessed and experienced to the swordmasters gathered in the banquet hall. Those who had not been present felt sweat forming on their palms.

“Raon Zigheart has achieved feats that transcend my promise. Therefore….”

Glen’s eyes shone with pride as he looked upon Raon and Sylvia.

“I elevate Sylvia Zigheart and Raon Zigheart above the Main Lineage, expand the Annex Building’s territory to twice its current size, and grant Raon Zigheart one wish of his choosing.”

He nodded calmly as if he would fulfill anything, and handed Raon and Sylvia the golden tokens that the Main Lineage possessed.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head to Glen as Sylvia’s voice trembled.

“Woooooow!”
“We finally did it!”
“Raon! Well done!”
“Organization Master!”

The executives who had maintained friendly relations and the Gwangpung Corps swordsmen sent forth applause and cheers.
The music that had been filling the Banquet Hall transformed into a color brimming with excitement.

“My lady!”
“Young master!”

The handmaidens shed tears as though their wishes had been granted simply by witnessing this moment when Raon and Sylvia ascended to the Main Lineage.

“Now you’re my nephew too!”

Valdemar raised his thumb approvingly.

“Congratulations. Raon. Sylvia.”

Denier nodded while offering his applause.

“….”

Karun, who would have obstructed them by any means necessary under normal circumstances, kept his mouth shut.
With him silent, the other Main Lineage executives stood motionless like those who had eaten honey and lost their voices.

I clenched my fists as I felt the atmosphere of the Banquet Hall transform into a festival. My heart pounded fiercely as though it might burst.

‘I’ve finally achieved one of my goals.’

For some, the status of Main Lineage was a trivial matter granted from birth, but for Sylvia and me, it was an aspiration that had to be fulfilled. The joy of achieving that objective beneath everyone’s blessings was overwhelming.

I began to feel certain that I could also fulfill my revenge against Derus.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Sylvia bowed her head. Unable to hold back, she finally shed tears.

“Thank you.”

I took Sylvia’s hand and bowed my head.

“But will territory and a wish be enough? Hey! Nephew! Let me take care of the money!”

Valdemar waved his hands excitedly, saying he would send some gold coins.

“No. Shut up. Raon is my nephew!”

Aris jumped up and positioned herself beside me.

“Now that you’ve officially become my nephew, why don’t you call me Aunt?”

Her eyes gleamed red, as if demanding I call her that immediately.

“Ahem, Uncle sounds good too.”

Valdemar smacked his lips, clearly wanting to hear “Uncle” first.

“R-Raon.”
“Over here, over here!”
“Hehehehe! Shouldn’t Grandfather come first?”

Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen pointed at Glen, whose eyes had turned as cold as ice.

“Just for today, couldn’t you call me Mother again?”

Sylvia, now part of the Main Lineage, pushed forward with her shoulder, wanting to hear herself called Mother properly.

“Aunt!”
“Uncle….”
“Grandfather!”
“Mother.”

From four directions, fervent gazes poured down upon me along with the titles they each wished to hear.

“Uh….”

My eyes spun faster than they ever had before.

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