The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 725

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Chapter 725

My mind spun as rapidly as my eyes darted across the scene.

‘This is dangerous….’

Though Wrath and Rimer often told me I lacked perception, I could certainly recognize when a situation had become perilous.
A wrong choice now would undoubtedly lead to tremendous trouble later.

-This is amusing!

Wrath stroked his thick jaw with evident interest.

-Your fate might change depending on whom you call first!

The creature wagged his tail with delight at my predicament, laughing.

-If you truly cannot decide, you may call the True Demon King “Master”! They would understand, given who I am!
‘Please, just close your mouth.’

I swatted Wrath’s chin away and turned my gaze toward Sylvia.

“Raon. Call me Mother!”

Sylvia moved her lips encouragingly, as if teaching me to speak twenty years ago, urging me to call her mother.

‘Why is she doing this?’

I shook my head and looked to the right.

“No! Your aunt comes first! This was decided a year ago!”

Aris cried out that she would not yield, her hand resting on her sword. She looked ready to behead anyone who dared interfere.

‘They won’t actually fight, will they…?’

I swallowed dryly and turned my gaze toward the front left.

“Doesn’t ‘Uncle’ have the best ring to it? It’s perfect for loosening your tongue on first try, isn’t it?”

Valdemar looked toward me and waved his thick, bear-like arms.

“Ugh…”

My urgent expression crumbled like salt.

‘Why is that bear butting in?’

In the past, he was desperate to devour me, but gradually he’s been treating me better, and now he’s insisting I call him uncle. Even Denier, who at least showed some consideration, is staying silent—I can’t tell if he’s just thick-faced or genuinely stupid.
Even Denier, who used to show me some consideration, is staying quiet, so I don’t know if he’s just thick-faced or truly an idiot.

“It’s so simple that it’s actually hard to understand.”

Let’s ignore that side.

Raon erased the image of Valdemar laughing refreshingly from his mind and turned his gaze toward the Platform.

Goooooal!

The frigid aura radiating from him felt like an ice blade piercing through my heart.
The cold, piercing aura emanating from him felt like an ice blade piercing through her heart.

“If I call him Grandfather, he’ll kill me…”

Normally, it would be natural to call Grandfather first, but Glen’s pupils were frozen over so coldly that his lips wouldn’t open.

“We don’t need anything else—just call me Grandfather!”
“Grandfather must come first, no matter what.”
“Grandfather always comes first, no matter what.”

Just meeting his gaze sent shivers crawling down my spine.
Just meeting their gaze sent shivers down my spine.

“What is this situation?”
“I… I don’t know either…”
“Well, it’s the first time a Branch Family member has risen to the Main Lineage.”
“Who will Raon call first? Or rather, who will Raon address first?”
“Of course he’ll call Sylvia ‘Mother.’ Parents come first, after all.”
“No. Aris has been waiting for so long, so his aunt should take priority.”
“Normally, Grandfather would be the top priority, but I… I don’t think I can call him that…”

Those attending the banquet held their breath in anticipation, wondering whom Raon would address first.

Raon surveyed the four people before him once more.

‘First, ignore the bear.’

I erased Valdemar from my sight as if he didn’t exist in this place.

‘And exclude Aris too.’

Aris was the most composed person among those close to me. Having already heard herself called “aunt” several times, she was absolutely not the type to sulk over not being addressed first.

‘That leaves Mother and Grandfather…’

In truth, I was afraid to even utter the word “Grandfather,” but seeing how Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen reacted, I couldn’t ignore it.

Using both of them would be best.

Excluding Aris and Valdemar, I could see a way to slip through this.

“Phew.”

I made my decision and calmed my racing heart.

“Mother.”

I grasped Sylvia’s hand beside me and called her “Mother” first.

“Raon!”
“Ah…”
“Ugh!”

At that moment, Sylvia’s face lit up with a radiant smile as if she might float away into the sky, while Glen displayed an expression as fierce and malevolent as if he were facing the Holy Sword Master or Derus.

“Oh no!”
“W-we’re doomed….”
“Heh heh heh….”

Sheryl, Rimer, and Roen struck their foreheads and retreated. Their eyes began to tremble with fear.

But Raon’s words were far from finished.

“Mother should greet Grandfather first, shouldn’t she?”

I lifted Sylvia’s hand and pointed toward Glen.

“Now that you’ve returned to the Main Lineage, calling Grandfather ‘Father’ should be the first thing you do, right?”

I called Glen Grandfather with such natural ease, as if I hadn’t been scheming at all.

“Ah! That’s right! Since I’ve become part of the Main Lineage first.”

Sylvia clapped her hands and nodded in agreement.

“Father. It’s been such a long time since I’ve greeted you properly.”

She grasped the hem of her dress and carefully bent her knees in a respectful bow.

“Grandfather. I also offer my greetings once more. I am Raon Zigheart.”

I placed my hand over my heart and bowed deeply.

‘This should do it, right?’

This way, Sylvia would be satisfied, Glen wouldn’t have any real grounds for complaint, and Aris would understand.
One thing seemed to be missing, but there was no need to worry about it.

-What is this!?

Wrath rushed forward with his brow furrowed.

Using Mother to escape the crisis—you cunning bastard!

He swung his round fists in fury, clearly disappointed that his desired outcome hadn’t materialized.

‘That seemed to work well.’

The fact that Wrath was calling me cunning suggested my ploy had landed perfectly.

“Kugh-hack!”

Just as I lifted my head with a satisfied smile, a strangled gasp erupted from the platform.

“The old man’s eyes have rolled back!”
“Head of House! Breathe! Breathe!”
“You can’t ascend now! You have to see the children get married! Don’t go!”

I glanced up to see Rimer, Chad, and Sheryl clinging to Glen, pounding his chest and massaging his limbs.

“Huh…?”

My mouth fell open as I stared at Glen, his head tilted back like a puppet with its strings cut.

‘What is this?’

Perhaps it was exhaustion. Glen began to look hazy, just as he had when he used the Heart Sword against Oma’s leaders. He looked like someone about to vanish.

“Hehe…”

Roen let out a hollow laugh, as if even he had no idea what was happening.

‘What is this?’

I stared blankly at Glen, watching him grow increasingly pale.

‘Did I make a mistake…?’

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Glen’s breathing soon returned to normal.
He claimed that his internal injuries from the war hadn’t fully healed yet, so he returned to the Audience Chamber with Rimer, Sheryl, and Roen.

The strange glint in Glen’s eyes before he left the Banquet Hall troubled me, but I was relieved that he didn’t seem to be seriously injured.

-Ahhh….

Wrath paid no mind to Glen’s condition and savored the banquet’s delicacies, releasing a series of satisfied sighs.

-This roasted duck is the main event of the evening! The skin is crispy as if freshly fried, and the meat is so tender it melts on the tongue the moment it touches it!

He raised his finger triumphantly, declaring the roasted duck superior to all other dishes.

‘I really can’t eat anymore….’

I sighed, leaning my back against the wall. My stomach was so full from Wrath’s relentless eating that it felt ready to burst. I wanted to rest.

-Hmm, I’ve filled my belly quite well, so I shall stop here for now. For dessert, I’ll have some pearl ice cream….
‘Didn’t Lunan eat all the ice cream?’

He pointed to the ice cream station where Lunan had already finished everything and left.
There wasn’t a single ice cream to be seen, let alone pearl ice cream.

-Kyeeeeek!

Wrath screamed, clutching his head.

-Ice cream girl!

He wailed Lunan’s name in despair.

“Raon! You wretch!”

As I was enjoying Wrath’s anguished cries, Aris approached from the side.

“Didn’t you call me first?”
“I’m sorry, Aunt.”

Raon bowed his head toward Aris Zigheart.

“In that situation, I felt like you were the only one who could understand me, Aunt.”
“Flattery won’t work now. You little rascal!”

Despite her words, Aris Zigheart smiled as she pinched my cheeks and pulled them playfully.

“Goodness, I don’t know who you take after, but your mind certainly works quickly.”
“Pardon?”
“Calling Sylvia first and then connecting your father was the best choice.”

She patted my head, saying I had done really well.

“Aunt, it was all thanks to you. Thank you.”
“Hearing you call me aunt so confidently makes me so happy!”

Aris Zigheart pulled me into an embrace, unable to contain herself. The distinctive fresh sea breeze scent tickled my nose.

“When I look at you, I think of my son. He doesn’t resemble you except for the eyes, but I can’t figure out why.”

She smiled faintly while meeting my gaze.

“Have you still not found Seif?”

Now that I had become part of the Main Lineage, I called him by the honorific of an older brother.

“He asked me not to look for him for a while, but he’s not the type to hide his tracks this thoroughly….”

Aris Zigheart frowned, saying it was strange.

“Did I push him too hard?”
“Push him too hard?”
“I taught him quite severely not to get into fights anywhere.”

She scratched the back of her head and stuck her tongue out slightly. It certainly seemed like she must have beaten him quite thoroughly.

“Still, he’s not the type to die young somewhere. I should be able to find him soon.”

Aris Zigheart said that if she went out this time, she would search the entire Continent and bring him back, then departed.

“Raon!”

The moment she left, Valdemar approached and grasped my shoulder.

“Why didn’t you call me Uncle?”

Valdemar’s nose crinkled with genuine disappointment.
He was the most incomprehensible person in this entire family.

“If I had called you Uncle first back there, Aris would have drawn her sword. Besides….”

I calmly explained the situation to Valdemar.

“So in the end, you were looking out for me!”
“Yes, well, that’s not exactly….”

Not at all. Valdemar was interpreting the situation in whatever way benefited him most.

“I’ve liked you from the start! You’re the most refreshingly straightforward person in our family after me!”

Valdemar nodded emphatically, genuinely pleased with my personality.

“Then I should give my nephew some spending money!”

He pulled out a pouch of gold coins with sincere intent and extended it forward. By the weight of it, there was quite a substantial amount.

“Eat well and grow strong. You’re still so small!”

Valdemar said I should grow to two meters tall, then walked toward where the alcohol was stacked.

“Two meters is impossible….”

I sighed and shook my head.

-What exactly is that man?

Wrath exhaled in exasperation as he watched Valdemar stuff an entire bottle of alcohol into his mouth.

-Even I cannot discern where his foolishness ends and his sincerity begins….

The creature also blinked its round eyes in confusion.

‘Right.’

I chuckled softly and pushed off from the wall. As I moved toward Sylvia, who was surrounded by people, my eyes met Karun’s as he headed toward the exit.

“To be of the Main Lineage of Zigheart…”

Karun turned his body toward me.

“You must be a role model for all swordsmen. From now on, be more careful with your words and actions.”

He delivered his words—whether advice or warning, I couldn’t tell—with a dry gaze.

“Then I simply need to avoid acting like the Central Intelligence Agency Master, correct?”

I watched Karun’s sunken eyes and licked my lips.

‘Let’s see how he reacts.’

This wasn’t provocation—it was bait to gauge Karun’s true nature.
I waited to see how he would respond, formulating several plans in my mind.

“Yes. That will do.”

But Karun simply nodded calmly and left the Banquet Hall.

“Hmm…”

I pressed my lips together as I watched Karun’s retreating back.

‘What is he, exactly?’

I had expected one of three reactions: burning anger, sarcastic mockery, or complete dismissal. But I never anticipated him simply accepting it and leaving. It was entirely unexpected.

“Father seems to have changed somewhat.”

Burren Zigheart approached from the left with a faint smile.

“Changed?”
“Yes. I can’t express it clearly, but….”

He nodded, mentioning that Karun had been teaching swordsmanship lately.

“Swordsmanship, you say….”

I smacked my lips. Karun had consistently ignored and pushed away Burren.
The fact that he was now teaching swordsmanship clearly indicated a significant shift in his heart.

“Congratulations, Raon.”

Burren leaned his back against the wall and tapped my shoulder.

“Now I’ve caught up to the only area where I was ahead.”

Despite his words about catching up, he wore an unblemished smile.

“Do you remember? When Father abandoned me and I was locked away in the Abandoned Annex, you came to find me.”

Burren looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling and flicked his finger.

“Yeah. I can’t forget that stupid face of yours.”

I chuckled and nodded. I couldn’t forget it since I had destroyed the Abandoned Annex and dragged Burren out at Tias’s request.

“Then do you remember what you said when you were destroying the Abandoned Annex?”
“….”

I remembered, but I stayed silent.

“You said that if your goal was to raise Sylvia, or rather, Aunt to the Main Lineage, which of our goals would be more difficult?”

Burren’s eyes narrowed as if recalling that time.

“Back then, I thought it was an absolutely impossible goal, but you ultimately achieved that impossible dream. Congratulations once more.”

He smiled brightly, as if speaking from the heart.

“Thank you. But….”
“Don’t worry.”

Burren Zigheart shook his head with a calm expression.

“I’ve watched your life and your efforts from the closest vantage point. How could I possibly give up?”

He clenched his right hand into a fist.

“I’ll force Father to acknowledge me through sheer strength if necessary. I’ll obtain the Central Intelligence Agency and become your pillar of support.”

Burren Zigheart tapped his chest as if to say trust me, then left the Banquet Hall.

I watched Burren Zigheart stride forward with such confidence, a faint smile crossing my lips.

-Those eyes? He’s changed so much!
‘This might be who Burren truly was all along.’

The trainee Burren Zigheart who had been consumed by inferiority and stubbornness no longer existed.
The man who had sworn his oath to me now was a swordmaster of the Gwangpung Corps—one whose spirit would never break under any hardship.

‘I can’t stop here either.’

Sylvia reclaiming her identity and transforming her accumulated resentment into laughter was cause for joy beyond measure, yet I couldn’t allow myself to remain idle.

Even now, Derus Robert was likely orchestrating another conspiracy under his guise as Head of the Robert House.

‘I must expose his true identity as quickly as possible so he can’t conduct any further schemes.’

If I leveraged my current circumstances and the power I possessed, I could certainly uncover Derus Robert’s secrets.

‘Once preparations are complete, I’ll need to speak with the Head of House as well….’
-Hey. Something incredibly important has just come up!

As I was steeling my resolve, Wrath approached from the side.

‘Something important?’

A thought that I might have overlooked something made me swallow hard as I turned to face Wrath.

My mouth feels so parched I could die! Go find me some mint chocolate!

He waved his hand urgently, demanding mint chocolate at once.

“….”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

‘Is he really not going back to sleep?’

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“Son… I love you….”

I laid Sylvia on the bed as she repeated nothing but words of love in her drunken state, then let out a long sigh.

“Ugh, this is killing me.”

Both Sylvia and her attendants were drunk, and I’d had to carry them all the way to the Annex Building alone—sweat was pouring down my back.
Fighting a powerful opponent would have been far easier.

But my mood wasn’t bad. I knew better than anyone how happy Sylvia and her attendants had been today.

I tucked the blanket around Sylvia and headed outside the Annex Building toward the lake.

-Please! Let’s just sleep!

Wrath rubbed his round eyes, saying he was dying of exhaustion.

-Let’s do training later….
‘It’s not training.’

I shook my head and rose above the lake.

Not training?
‘That’s right. This is an experiment.’

An experiment to determine whether I could reveal Derus’s true identity. Only if this succeeded could I use my wish token on Glen.

Roooaaarrr!

I wielded the Ring of Fire and Wrath simultaneously.
The two forces had always clashed like water and oil, but since they had merged many times before, connecting them wasn’t particularly difficult.

‘And here….’

It was when I tried to infuse a new attribute between the Ring of Fire and Wrath.

Croak!

A frog’s cry echoed from beside the Lake.

‘There are frogs here too?’

Finding it curious, I tried to continue the experiment, but a strange thought suddenly crossed my mind.

‘It’s winter right now.’

Even though the interior of Zigheart was temperature-controlled by magic, winter was colder than anywhere else. It was an environment where frogs couldn’t possibly exist.

“Ugh!”

As I widened my eyes and retreated, the frog hopped forward on all four legs, following me just as far.

“Raon!”

The frog’s mouth opened wide, and Merlin’s voice burst out.

-Kiiieeeek!

Wrath let out a startled cry and hid inside the bracelet.

“W-Merlin?”

I exhaled sharply and took another step back.

“It’s been such a long time. I’ve read every single love letter you left behind. Every word is etched into my mind and body.”

The frog’s eyes shifted to a deep violet hue. Its fur seemed to stand on end across its entire body.

“I love you too….”
“P-please stop.”

As I stumbled backward with my jaw trembling, it wasn’t Merlin’s voice that came from the frog’s mouth—it was Garam’s.

“Garam?”

I blinked and called out to Garam, and the frog opened its mouth once more.

“Raon. I found you!”

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