The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 856

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Chapter 856

A small gathering held in front of the Annex Lake.

Sylvia approached the innermost table, carrying a pot from which steam rose in delicate wisps.

“Please, warm yourselves from within first.”

She smiled brightly as she ladled steaming stew into bowls for Glen Zigheart and Lectar.

“Since Raon loves stew, I’m more confident in this than anything else.”

Sylvia spread her hands wide, declaring that her stew would rival even the Main Mansion’s cuisine.

“Indeed. The stew is quite excellent….”

Glen accepted the bowl of stew, yet his gaze remained fixed on Sia.

“Even when I returned to Rion, I found myself thinking of the Annex’s stew.”

Lectar also smiled as he accepted the stew. He nodded gratefully and took Sylvia’s hand.

“Thank you, little one.”
“L-Little one?”

Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I’m hardly old enough to be called that….”
“With such a young child present, you’re the little one here.”

Lectar chuckled softly, watching Sia bury her nose in her pasta plate.

“Come now, that’s hardly fair! Father, you don’t understand—Sylvia’s age is already… cough!”

Edgar was in the middle of protesting that such flattery was unwarranted when Sylvia struck his forehead, sending him tumbling backward.

“Ugh!”

Sylvia flicked the hand that had struck Edgar’s forehead, her brow furrowing with displeasure.

“You already talk too much, and it’s all pointless drivel!”

She gave Edgar a light kick as he lay sprawled on the ground, telling him to watch his tongue.

“Ah, Father. Does this even make sense as a situation….”
“You deserve the beating.”

Lectar clicked his tongue disapprovingly at his fallen son, as if he couldn’t be bothered to pay him any attention.

“Sigh.”

Glen Zigheart shook his head in exasperation at the pathetic display.

“Dad! That’s funny!”

Sia clapped her hands with delight, giggling at Edgar writhing on the ground, and the maidservants burst into laughter they could no longer contain.

“R-really? Want me to do more?”

Edgar, content merely to see Sia laugh, threw himself to the ground and rolled across the floor.

“Mmm, delicious!”

But Sia had already lost interest in Edgar, her attention now fixed on the creamy pasta Helen had served her.

“Hmm, if he’s like this already, there’ll be real trouble later….”

Edgar rubbed his temples, wondering how he would capture Sia’s attention in the future.

“It’s truly… a pleasant sight.”

Dorian’s voice trembled with barely suppressed emotion as he watched Sia’s table, where laughter bloomed.

“Yes. It was worth venturing out to find the soul stone….”

Burren Zigheart nodded deeply, his expression mingling contentment with longing.

“Raon seems to be enjoying himself too.”

Lunan Slion watched Raon with a faint smile playing at his lips, his fingers conducting the air as if orchestrating the scene.

“….”

Martha gazed at Sia and Sylvia, who was attending to her, her eyes brimming with a distant longing.

“Let this old man peel the shrimp shells for you.”
“This beef is quite tender—would you like to try some?”
“Is there anything else you’d like to eat?”

Lectar, Glen Zigheart, and Sylvia were so satisfied simply watching Sia eat that they pushed dishes toward her.

“Thank you!”

Sia bowed her head gratefully to Glen Zigheart, Lectar, and Sylvia, then passed the food that had come before her to Raon instead.

“Raon! Eat! It’s all delicious!”

With a bright, cheerful laugh, she lavished even more care on her brother than she received herself.

Grrrrr!

Glen Zigheart, Lectar, and Sylvia shot piercing glares once more.

“Raon? How did you manage to win Sia over like this?”
“That’s right! Why does she favor you so much!”

Sylvia and Edgar furrowed their brows in bewilderment.

“Ah, it’s probably because of a friend who’s been spending time with my sister.”

Raon raised both hands in a calming gesture as he spoke.

“A friend?”
“What do you mean by that?”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar lowered their chins, demanding a detailed explanation.

“When I obtained the Soul Stone…”

I explained how Labera, who was inside the Soul Stone, had come to be with Sia.

“I see…”
“It’s not a bad thing. Since both of them carry pain, they can comfort each other.”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar nodded, saying that Sia and Labera seemed like they could become good friends.

“So that’s why you accepted her so quickly.”

Sylvia nodded as if she now understood.

“Son, I didn’t see that coming. How cunning of you!”

Edgar playfully squinted his eyes, saying I had beaten him to the punch.

Fortunately, the cold aura that the four of them had been emanating gradually subsided.

“Then I’ll have to treat her even better from now on.”
“It wouldn’t be bad to think of her as having two granddaughters now.”

Glen Zigheart and Lectar nodded, saying they should give Sia more attention.

“…”

I watched the four of them clustered around Sia and smiled faintly.

‘This looks good.’

The Annex Building had always been filled with only Sylvia, myself, and the servants.

But now the Annex Building was occupied by the two grandfathers, my father, and even my sister—people I never thought would come here.

I had thought that Mother and the servants alone were enough, but I was wrong. The Annex Building became happier the more people it held.

I savored the greater happiness blooming in the Annex Building with a radiant smile that transcended mere contentment.

-No, no, no! Stop smiling and move your hands!

Wrath waved his round arms frantically, insisting the food was getting cold.

‘No. I’m not eating. I’ll just have some bread later.’

I swallowed only the stew Sia handed me, my mind elsewhere.

-This is torture, I tell you!

Wrath’s jaw trembled as he scanned across the buffet-style spread of dishes.

-Ugh! The True Demon King was wrong! Please, just eat!

He cried out, apologizing for his mockery and pleading with me to eat.

-You were the one who promised to throw this party yourself….

Wrath lowered his tail, demanding I keep my promise. He was even playing the victim now—this creature had certainly grown.

‘Hmm….’

I gripped my fork, watching Wrath’s tail sway gently below.

‘Just this once, then.’
-Then start with that pizza! The shrimp is cooked absolutely perfectly!

Wrath panted eagerly, urging me to grab the pizza.

‘Stop pestering me.’

I pushed away the clinging Wrath and brought the shrimp pizza he’d mentioned to my lips.

-Ohhh! The crust is crispy and savory, and the shrimp is plump and absolutely exquisite!

Wrath giggled, saying it tasted exactly as he’d imagined. Of course, his descriptions of flavor remained simple and monotonous.

‘Anyway.’

I smiled softly and ate everything Wrath wanted, even devouring the ice cream that came as dessert.

-Cough!

Wrath patted his rounded belly and let out a small burp.

‘Are you satisfied now?’
-The True Demon King knows not the meaning of satisfaction.

He shook his chin as if to say it was still insufficient.

“This is the first time I’ve seen the Organization Master overeat like this. Though I suppose the Annex Building’s food is quite delicious.”

Dorian continued to cut meat with his fork and knife despite having stuffed just as much food into his mouth, his hands never ceasing their work.

“It’s not particularly refined, but it’s the kind of taste that lingers in your memory.”

Burren Zigheart nodded in partial agreement and took a sip of tea to cleanse his palate.

“Yeah. It’s warm….”

Lunan Slion said it was warm while eating nothing but spherical ice cream from beginning to end—a fellow I still couldn’t quite understand.

“Well, it is delicious….”

Martha nodded with a somewhat bitter gleam in her eyes. She exhaled softly and cleanly stripped the meat from the ribs with relish.

“I should be going….”
“Martha!”

Sylvia called out to her as Martha rose from the table, saying she needed to leave.

“Come over here!”

Sylvia waved her hand, beckoning Martha to come closer.

“Huh? Why would I….”
“Play with Sia for a bit!”

She smiled brightly, clearly hoping that Sia and Martha would become close.

“Sister? Sister?”

Sia’s eyes sparkled with admiration at Martha’s mature yet refined beauty, and she immediately called her sister.

“Oh, no. I’m not really a sister….”

Martha blinked blankly, uncertain whether to accept the title of sister or younger sister.

“Me too….”

Lunan sat beside Sylvia, holding a plate piled high with ice cream.

“You’re my younger sister!”

Sia laughed cheerfully, calling Lunan her younger sister, finding her both innocent and adorable.

“I’m not a younger sister. Or am I?”

Lunan also gazed upward into the empty air, blinking blankly.

“Just go along with it for now.”

Sylvia clasped her hands together pleadingly toward Sia and Lunan.

The four women shared trivial conversation, their laughter blooming like flowers.

‘Now….’

I nodded calmly, watching the Gwangpung Corps enjoying the party without a care.

‘It seems I can go now.’

I closed my eyes slowly, then opened them and approached Glen, who stood gazing at the lake with Lectar.

“Head of House.”
“Ahem….”

Glen merely cleared his throat without answering, keeping his gaze fixed on the lake.

“Head of House?”

I called out to Glen Zigheart again, but he still didn’t turn around.

“Boy. This isn’t exactly a private place, is it?”

Lectar clicked his tongue lightly, remarking that I still lacked awareness of my surroundings.

“Ah, Grandfather….”

I rubbed the back of my neck and addressed Glen Zigheart as Grandfather.

“Ahem….”

Glen Zigheart finally turned around slowly, as if his ears had only just opened.

“Yes. What is it?”
“Ha ha….”

I let out a hollow laugh and shook my head.

‘At least he’s not angry.’

I had worried that Glen Zigheart might be sulking because of Sia, but that didn’t seem to be the case, and I exhaled in relief.

“I intend to depart for Sepia within this week.”

I placed my hand over my heart as I spoke of wanting to return Rimer’s sword to Sepia.

“Since this may be the last time, I would like to go with the Gwangpung Corps.”

I bowed my head, asking for his permission.

“….”

Glen Zigheart’s gaze shifted to the Gwangpung Corps standing behind me.

“It seems those children have accepted you now.”

He nodded approvingly, impressed that the Gwangpung Corps had sent Rimer off so well.

“…Yes. It would be right to return that boy’s sword at least.”

Glen Zigheart told him to be careful on his way and lowered his hand.

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head in gratitude.

“See him off properly and return.”

Lectar, having heard the circumstances from Glen Zigheart as well, patted my shoulder with a calm gaze.

“Understood….”
“Raon.”

As I nodded, Sia approached from the side.

“Eat more! You need to grow big and strong!”

She passed on the very words that Sia and Edgar had once told her, offering me a pearl-like ice cream.

“Ah, here!”
“Um….”

As my eyes darted about, Glen Zigheart, Lectar, Sylvia, and Edgar revealed fierce gazes once more.

“That… I wanted to be the first one to do that….”
“Cough!”
“Raon?”
“Son. That’s not cutting in line!”

The four adults trembled at their fingertips, each hoping to be the first person Sia fed.

“Hurry!”

Sia paid no mind to the four gazes, bouncing on her feet and urging me to eat quickly.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Her strength was so formidable that intense ripples erupted across the lake, and the earth trembled beneath the impact.

“Mm….”

I couldn’t betray Sia’s pleading gaze and reluctantly ate the ice cream.

“Raon….”

Glen Zigheart, Lectar, Sylvia, and Edgar bit their lips, their eyes growing even colder as if they regarded me as their sworn enemy.

-Kehehehehe!

Wrath shook his distended belly and burst into raucous laughter.

-So the time has come for you to relinquish your role as the cute one!

He snickered, saying I would only receive mistreatment from now on.

‘I never held such a role in the first place!’
-This is exactly why they say you lack any sense of awareness!

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“Sigh….”

I picked up the bundle of food and ice cream I had wrapped and left the still-bustling Annex Building.

‘I’m exhausted.’

Being with my family was certainly a source of happiness, yet it also drained my energy at an alarming rate.

If I had remained in that party venue any longer, I felt I would have melted away into liquid and dissolved entirely.

-But why did you pack the food and bring it out?

Wrath tilted his head as he looked at the bundle of food in my hands.

-Ho, could it be a gift for the True Demon King tomorrow morning? If that’s the case, the True Demon King will accept it with a generous heart….
‘It’s not for you.’

I told Wrath to stop flattering and pushed him away.

‘It’s for Aunt and Merlin.’

Aris and Merlin were currently resting at Pedrick’s Residence.
I wasn’t sure if they’d be awake, but I planned to leave the food in the infirmary so they could eat it later.

-Hmm….

Wrath shook his head with his mouth closed.

-You’re surprisingly perceptive sometimes.
‘It’s not about being perceptive. It’s just the natural thing to do.’

I felt a twinge of guilt that Aris and Merlin still hadn’t fully awakened while I was holding this party.

But if I kept postponing it, a sudden major war could break out and force a cancellation, so I held it as quickly as possible.

‘It’s a shame.’

A sigh naturally escaped me, thinking that if Rimer, Aris, and Merlin had all attended the party together, it would have been far more enjoyable than it was now.

‘No, I won’t think about that now.’

I exhaled my frustration and headed toward Pedrick’s Residence.

As I opened the door to enter, someone came out from inside first.

“Raon.”

Denier Zigheart. He wore a smile as elegant as the moonlight itself.

“I heard there was a party going on, so what brings you here?”

Denier smiled faintly as he glanced toward the Annex Building where the party was still underway.

“I brought some food. But what about you, Lord Denier—what brings you to this place?”

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at Denier.

“I came to see my sister.”

Denier nodded, saying he had come to see Aris.

“You told me she had awakened, after all. I thought I’d stop by just in case, and fortunately she was awake, so we were able to have a conversation.”

He laughed, saying he had been fortunate.

“…I see.”

I bit the tip of my tongue as I looked at Denier.

“How is my aunt doing?”

I scanned Denier’s gaze as I asked about Aris.

“She doesn’t look bad. It’s too soon now, but it seems she’ll be able to get up soon.”

Denier raised his hand with a subtle smile.

“Take good care of her. Well then.”

He waved his hand as if he had said all he needed to say, then descended the staircase.

“Ah, and give my regards to Sia. Tell her Uncle will visit her later.”

With those parting words for Sia, Denier disappeared toward the Main Mansion.

“….”

I narrowed my eyes as I watched Denier’s retreating figure.

I still can’t figure out what he’s thinking.

Denier Zigheart was suspicious in many ways, but he had never actually done anything concrete.
I wanted to suspect him, but there was nothing to base my suspicion on, which left me frustrated.

What do you think?
-As the True Demon King said from the beginning, that bastard is the real problem. You can’t tell if he’s an ally or an enemy.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, saying he just wanted to beat him down.

I need to think about this more carefully.

It seemed I would need someone to keep watch on him.

Since I would be departing for Sepia this week, I needed someone who could prevent Denier from acting recklessly or find out what he was doing.

Someone with comparable standing, yet simple… Ah!

A person suddenly came to mind.

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