The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 785

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Chapter 785

“Raon. Don’t stand there—sit down.”

Glen Zigheart pointed to the seat beside him and lifted his sharp gaze.
If I didn’t sit immediately, he looked ready to bring his sword crashing down onto the dining table.

“Raon. Your food is getting cold.”

Lectar tapped the empty seat to his right with a gentle smile.
Yet his eyes gleamed with lethal intent, as if he would draw his blade if I didn’t sit beside him.

“Ahaha….”

I laughed awkwardly and my eyes darted between them.

‘Why are they both acting like this….’

Glen Zigheart and Lectar had been rivals, competing every time they met.
I could understand the sword training competitions from before, but now they were vying over who I’d sit next to—I had no idea how to handle this.

‘No, never mind the reason. Right now, the important thing is where I sit.’

My relationship with my grandfather Glen Zigheart had improved through our many conversations, but Lectar had risen to become the Holy Sword Union Master and watched over me like a shadow to protect me. I couldn’t make a careless decision.

-What are you doing! Just sit anywhere and pick up your fork! Cough!

Wrath patted my back, oblivious to the tension, urging me to eat. His spirit had grown stronger, so the blow actually hurt quite a bit.

‘Please, just stay still for a moment!’

I pushed Wrath away and bit the inside of my cheek.

‘I can’t decide. What should I do?’

Fighting Tacheon again seemed easier than making this choice.

‘Normally, it would be proper for me to sit next to Lectar. Or rather, next to my maternal grandfather….’

The Glen I knew was a magnanimous man who paid no mind to such trivial matters.
However, since he harbored a competitive spirit toward Lectar, this choice was far from ideal.

‘Sitting next to my maternal grandfather wouldn’t be any better either.’

Lectar’s wounds had not yet fully healed. He had barely regained consciousness, and if I sat beside Glen now, he might suffer a psychological shock.

“Ugh….”

As I clutched my forehead and furrowed my brow, I heard footsteps approaching from outside the Dining Hall.

“I’ve brought the stew.”

The voice belonged to neither Helen nor any of the other maids, yet it was unmistakably familiar.

“Huh?”

I spun around hastily, and there was Merlin, dressed neatly in a maid’s uniform, entering the Dining Hall with a bowl of stew in hand.

-Kyaaaah!

Wrath shrieked, recoiling sharply from Merlin.

-Th-this was it! The reason the True Demon King felt chills was because of that Mad Woman!

He cowered behind me, finally understanding.

“M-Merlin? What are you doing here…?”

Rion let out a bewildered breath upon seeing Merlin.

“I was helping out for a bit.”

Merlin carefully set the stew on the table, explaining that she had prepared the food with the other maids since she had nothing else to do.

“I made it together with Mother.”

She laughed, saying I would surely taste delicious, and took a seat in the empty space.

“It seems you were troubled about where to sit….”

Merlin tilted the Old Woman’s mask slightly, revealing crimson lips beneath.

“Would you like to sit here?”

She swept away the skirt of her maid’s dress, gesturing for me to sit on her lap.

“Ahem!”
“Mm….”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar, who had been glaring at me, simultaneously turned their heads away in embarrassment.

“Eek!”

Sylvia’s cheeks flushed crimson as her eyes blinked rapidly.

“Son! How on earth did you capture that mad woman—no, Merlin?”

Edgar’s eyes widened in bewilderment.

“I have no idea….”

I sighed and shook my head.

“I was joking. Though I wouldn’t have minded if you sat.”

Merlin clicked her tongue regretfully and rose to her feet.

“Enjoy your time with family.”

Contrary to expectations, she left those words behind and departed from the Dining Hall.

I watched Merlin’s retreating figure, which seemed oddly forlorn, and narrowed my eyes.

‘That woman….’

Merlin always charged forward unilaterally, yet strangely, she kept her distance whenever family was involved.
It seemed family held a special meaning for her.

‘Come to think of it, I don’t really know what happened to Merlin.’

Beyond what I’d seen through Rocta’s memories and the information known publicly, I knew nothing about her.
Since she’d helped me greatly, I wanted to listen to her story if the opportunity arose.

“Raon.”
“Raon.”

As Merlin vanished, Glen and Lectar called my name again and pointed to the seats beside them. Neither of them seemed willing to give up.

-Please, please! Sit anywhere. The True Demon King feels like he’s aging to death.

Wrath also clutched his stomach, pleading for me to sit anywhere.

“Ugh….”

I was grinding my teeth and trying to move my trembling feet when it happened.

“Stop it, all of you! Why can’t you act your age and stop tormenting the boy!”

Sylvia struck the table and stood up boldly.

“Raon! That’s enough. Sit next to me.”

She called to me with a frown directed at Lectar and Glen.

“Ahem….”
“No, I was just….”

Glen and Lectar lowered their eyes awkwardly.

“Huh? Then where am I supposed to go?”

Edgar, who had been sitting right beside Sylvia, blinked in confusion.

“If the boy is struggling, you should help him! How can you just watch?”

Sylvia furrowed her brows and kicked Edgar away.

“Ugh….”

Edgar couldn’t withstand the sudden assault and flew backward from his chair, tumbling across the floor.

“Son. Come sit with Mother.”

Sylvia gestured gently, calling me as she once had when I was a child.

-That’s our mother for you!

Wrath raised both arms triumphantly, declaring the matter settled.

“Yes!”

I nodded, releasing a breath of relief. Normally, Sylvia’s behavior would have felt burdensome, but today it was nothing short of perfect—the best possible course of action.
Normally, Sylvia’s behavior like that would have been burdensome, but today it was the best and most right thing to do.

“Hmm….”
“Tsk….”

As I sat beside Sylvia, Glen Zigheart and Lectar smacked their lips regretfully.
Perhaps because a difficult matter had been resolved, I found myself laughing at the sight of the two of them.

“Ow.”

Edgar rubbed his waist where Sylvia had kicked him and took a seat on the opposite side.

“Before we eat, just a moment.”

Sylvia lifted the bottle of alcohol placed at the center of the table.
She poured drinks into the glasses of Glen Zigheart, Lectar, Edgar, and me, then returned to her seat.

“I’ll have you pour mine.”
“Of course.”

I nodded and took the bottle, filling Sylvia’s glass.

“Today is a joyful day, so I’d like to hear from each of you. Let me start, then….”

Sylvia lifted the cup of wine that Raon had poured for her, a faint smile gracing her lips.

“Our family has endured so much hardship. I hope that from now on, we’ll know only moments of joy.”

She spoke of wanting to see nothing but smiles on everyone’s faces, then turned her gaze toward Edgar.

“Mm!”

Edgar understood Sylvia’s intention and rose from his chair.

“I have endured painful times, and I continue to bear that pain even now. Though, of course, it’s not severe. Compared to before, it’s paradise. That Death Knight fellow has grown so fearful that he barely moves anymore, which has made things considerably easier. All of this is thanks to everyone gathered here. Now, if only Sia would wake up, then we could finally have that moment when our entire family comes together for the first time….”
“Edgar. Keep the toast brief….”

Lectar shook his head in embarrassment at his talkative son.

“Ah, my apologies. Let me try again. I believe Sylvia, Raon, and Sia have all endured far greater hardship than I have. Going forward, as a father, I wish to ensure that smiles bloom eternally on the faces of these three.”

Edgar clenched his fists with sincerity.

“Of course, there is more I wish to say. I cannot simply pass over without expressing my gratitude to Father and Grandfather. The sudden appearance of Father was truly surprising….”
“Grandfather must also say a few words.”

Sylvia cut off Edgar’s words and passed the turn to Lectar.

“Mm….”

Lectar nodded while touching his cup.

“All I wish for is one thing. That you all find happiness.”

He said that was all and raised his cup toward Glen Zigheart.

“I carry many regrets in my life.”

Glen Zigheart exhaled a rough sigh while looking at Sylvia and Raon.

“You are family I’ve come to know through greater hardship than most. I hope you will not wound one another, and that you’ll spend your days together in happiness, free from regret.”

He gazed at Raon with unwavering eyes, as if insisting that I accomplish this.

“You say everyone should be happy, but there won’t always be joyful and pleasant moments. However….”

I rose calmly from my chair and turned my gaze toward the head of the table.

“If both grandfathers are with me, I feel I can overcome anything.”

As I spoke, I raised my glass toward Glen and Lectar.

“Ahem!”
“Cough!”

Glen and Lectar, unprepared for their grandson’s sudden praise, flushed crimson and let out a series of awkward coughs.

“Son! You’ve got some social skills there!”

Edgar gave a thumbs up as if impressed.

“Well, whose son would he be!”

Sylvia pulled me into a tight embrace, saying I’d done well.

“I… what?”

I blinked in confusion. Since it came from genuine sincerity rather than flattery, their delight caught me off guard.

The four seated at the table found my bewildered expression endearing and broke into even warmer smiles.

-The True Demon King would celebrate the family growing closer too….

Wrath grabbed his bulging hair and let out a shriek.

-Can we please just eat now! You damned humans! This is torture!

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After finishing their meal, Glen Zigheart and Lectar took a leisurely stroll toward the Family Head’s Training Ground.

“I had no idea Sylvia was such an accomplished cook.”

Lectar chuckled softly, remarking that it had been ages since he’d enjoyed such delicious food.

“I only discovered it recently myself.”

Glen gazed up at the darkening sky and exhaled a quiet sigh.

“…It seems we both carry far too many regrets.”

Lectar gazed at the fine sand of the training ground, his lips curving slightly.

“They say that as one grows old, only regrets come to mind.”

Glen shook his head, accepting it as inevitable.

“It would seem so.”
“….”

The two men stood in silence for a long while, their eyes fixed upon the sky as if admiring the sunset.

“Teaching Raon in this place, back then—those were the happiest moments of my life.”

Lectar drew a faint smile, recalling the time when he had truly felt joy.

“I thought that memory alone would sustain me through a lifetime in Hell, yet I never imagined such greater happiness would come my way.”

He turned to Glen with a deeper smile.

“It is thanks to you, my friend. I am grateful. And I am sorry.”

Lectar bowed deeply to Glen as he spoke his apology.

“Given my allegiances, I had no choice but to harbor suspicion.”
“I understand. I would have done the same.”

Glen nodded calmly, saying it was fine.

“And I too have something to be grateful for, my in-law.”

He exhaled softly while looking at Lectar.

“Thank you for standing with Oma and protecting Raon. It couldn’t have been easy, and I truly appreciate all your hardship.”

Glen also bowed his head, expressing his gratitude to Lectar.

The two men locked eyes, their smiles warm with genuine affection.

“If only Sia would wake up now, I’d have nothing left to wish for.”

Lectar said that was his final wish, his fingertips trembling.

“Don’t say such things. We must see Raon and Sia get married.”

Glen shook his head, telling him not to inflict more wounds upon the children.

“You’re right. I spoke carelessly.”

Lectar lightly tapped his own forehead, saying he’d uttered something foolish.

“But what of the Holy Sword Association?”

Glen regarded Lectar with worried eyes.

“I received word from my disciple, and there are no problems yet.”

Lectar pulled a letter from his breast pocket, narrowing his gaze.

“Since I haven’t informed Tacheon or the other Oma of the Holy Sword Association’s new location, we should be safe for a while.”

He shook his head, saying there was no need to worry for now.

“Still, problems may arise, so I intend to return immediately once Sia awakens.”
“That would be best.”

Glen lowered his eyebrows slightly, as if in agreement.

“That’s why I’d like to propose something to you, my in-law.”

Lectar carefully raised his hand toward Glen.

“It’s about Raon….”

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After finishing my meal, I returned to my room with the box of pearl ice cream that Helen had given me as a gift.

-Dad, open it quickly!

Wrath licked his lips long as he watched the cold air seeping from the gaps in the box.

‘…You ate all that and still want more?’

I let out a hollow laugh watching Wrath. He’d devoured most of the dishes at the Dining Hall, yet here he was wanting more. It seemed his stomach had grown as much as his body had.

‘You’re really not a glutton, are you?’
-Don’t compare me to that insect! Kekrok!

Wrath shook his head rapidly, insisting it wasn’t so.

-Stop spouting nonsense and open the box. I’m curious what kind of ice cream it is! Kekrok!
‘No matter how I think about it, that’s not true….’

Shaking my head, I opened the ice cream box.
Blue frost spread out in a long plume, revealing the four pearl ice creams inside.

Two were mint chocolate with white chocolate embedded in them, and the remaining two were a banana-like yellow color.

-Ooooooh!

Wrath examined all four ice creams at once and let out an exclamation of delight.

-It was worth surviving for this! Cough cough! Come on. Eat up! Cough cough!
‘Which one first?’
-Obviously mint chocolate! No wait, should I try the new flavor first? But they say the old ways are the best, so mint chocolate first….

He couldn’t make a decision and flailed his arms about.

‘If you don’t choose, I will. I’ve had mint chocolate plenty of times already.’

It was just as I was about to try the new flavor first.

[Wrath has achieved soul growth through a new emotion.]
[You have achieved a great Achievement.]
[All stats increase by 30 points.]
[Trait….]

Suddenly, reward messages appeared before my eyes.

-What, what is this! Why all of a sudden! Cough cough!

Wrath’s eyes widened in confusion.

‘Hmm….’

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the message.

‘It seems like a reward for your soul’s rank growing this time?’
-No, why are you getting it then!

Wrath let out a sharp cry, demanding to know what I was doing.

‘What do you want me to do about it?’
-Tch, damn bastard! You’re definitely doing this on purpose!

He gritted his teeth, saying he’d destroy everything the moment he returned to the Demon Realm.

‘Come to think of it. I haven’t checked the rewards I received before either.’

I chuckled softly and summoned the reward message I had received after the war ended.

—Grrrrgh….

Wrath’s eyes began to tremble violently as message windows surged forth, obscuring my entire field of vision.

‘There are so many. Well, I did accomplish quite a bit… wait?’

I was laughing while reading the messages when my eyes widened in surprise.

‘This reward is….’

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