The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman 856

 Chapter 856

 

A small party in front of the lake near the annex building.

Sylvia approached the innermost table, carrying a steaming pot.

"Warm yourself up with this first."

She smiled softly as she served Glenn and Rector some warm stew.

“Raon loves stew, so I’m confident this is better than anyone else’s.”

Sylvia spread her hands wide, expressing that her stew wouldn’t lose even to the dishes of the main building.

“Indeed, your stew is quite good….”

Even as Glenn received the bowl of stew, he couldn’t take his eyes off Sia.

"When I returned to the alliance, I still remembered the stew from the annex building."

Rector, also smiling, accepted his bowl. He nodded in gratitude and lightly clasped Sylvia’s hand.

"Thank you, young daughter-in-law."

Sylvia widened her eyes in surprise, startled.

"I think it’s a little late to call me that..."

"With such a young child around, you’ll always be a young daughter-in-law."

Rector chuckled softly, glancing at Sia, who had her nose buried in a plate of pasta.

"Come on, no matter how you look at it, she’s not a young daughter-in-law! Father, you might not realize it, but Sylvia’s age is already... Oww!"

Edgar, muttering about how it was too much praise, received a smack on the forehead from Sylvia, sending him sprawling backward.

"Ugh!"

Sylvia dusted off her hands after hitting Edgar, frowning deeply.

"You talk too much, and every word is nonsense!"

She lightly kicked Edgar as he lay sprawled on the floor, telling him to watch his mouth.

"F-Father, does this even make sense…."

“You deserved that hit.”

Rector clicked his tongue, showing no concern for his sprawled son.

"Hah..."

Glenn also shook his head, as if Edgar were pathetic.

"Dad! That’s funny!"

Sia clapped her hands, laughing as she found Edgar’s squirming on the floor entertaining. The maids, who had been holding back their amusement, finally burst out laughing.

“R-Really? You want me to do more?”

Edgar, looking thrilled just to see Sia laugh, dramatically rolled around on the floor by himself.

“Yumm, delicious!”

But Sia quickly lost interest in Edgar and focused on the cream pasta Helen had brought her.

"Ah… if she’s like this already, I’m worried about the future…"

Edgar rubbed his temples as though trying to figure out how to capture Sia’s attention going forward.

"Really… it’s heartwarming to see," Dorian murmured, his voice tinged with emotion as he gazed at the joyful atmosphere at Sia’s table.

"Indeed, going out to find the Soul Stone was worth it…" Burren nodded deeply, his expression a mix of satisfaction and nostalgia.

"Raon looks happy too."

Runaan twirled her fingers in the air as if conducting an orchestra while looking at Raon’s faint smile.

"……."

Martha, her eyes filled with distant longing, looked at Sia and Sylvia taking care of her.

“Let grandfather peel the shrimp shells for you.”

"This beef is tender. Would you like to try it?"

"Anything else you want to eat?"

Rector, Glenn, and Sylvia eagerly pushed dishes toward Sia, seemingly satisfied just by watching her eat.

"Thank you!"

Sia nodded politely to Glenn, Rector, and Sylvia, then passed the food she received straight to Raon.

"Raon! Eat this! They said it’s all delicious!"

With a cheerful laugh, she showered even more care on her younger brother than she had received.

Rumble!

Glenn, Rector, and Sylvia once again shot sharp glances toward Raon.

"Raon? How did you win Sia over like that?"

"Yeah! Why does she only like you so much?"

Sylvia and Edgar frowned as if they couldn’t understand.

"Ah, it’s probably because of a friend she has with her."

Raon raised his hands, trying to calm them down.

"A friend?"

"What do you mean?"

Glenn and Rector leaned forward, demanding an explanation.

"When we found the Soul Stone…."

Raon explained how Ravera, who was within the soul stone, had been spending time with Sia.

"I see…."

"Not a bad thing. Both have experienced pain, so they can comfort each other."

Glenn and Rector nodded, agreeing that Sia and Ravera could become good friends.

"So that’s why she accepted you so quickly."

Sylvia also nodded, as if it now made sense.

"Son, I didn’t expect this from you. That’s sneaky!"

Edgar joked that Raon had beaten him to the punch and glared playfully.

Fortunately, the chilly energy wave between the four of them began to settle down.

"Looks like I’ll have to put in even more effort from now on."

"Thinking of having two grandchildren isn’t a bad idea."

Glenn and Rector decided to give Sia even more attention and nodded.

"……."

Raon watched the four of them fussing over Sia and smiled faintly.

‘It’s nice.’

The annex building had always been filled with just him, Sylvia, and the maids.

But now, even his two grandfathers, his father, and his sister, whom he thought would never visit, were here.

He had thought that having just his mother and the maids was enough. But no. The annex building was so much happier the more people were in it.

Raon enjoyed the growing happiness in the annex building with a smile brighter than ever.

Nooooo! Stop smiling and start moving your hands!

Wrath flailed his round arms, complaining that the food was getting cold.

‘I don’t feel like eating. I’ll just have Nadine bread later.’

Raon said he wasn’t really hungry, taking only a few bites of the stew Sia had given him while ignoring the buffet of food.

T-This is torture!

Wrath trembled as he scanned the buffet, his chin quivering.

T-The King of Essence was wrong, he admits his fault! Please eat something!

Wrath apologized, pleading for Raon to eat as he sulked pitifully.

Wasn’t this party something you promised to host…?

Wrath lowered his tail, insisting that Raon keep his promise. To even act pitiful like this—this guy had really learned a few tricks.

‘Hmm….’

Raon picked up a fork, looking at Wrath’s wagging tail below.

‘I’ll let you off just this once.’

Then start with that pizza! The shrimp is perfectly cooked!

Wrath panted, urging him to grab the pizza.

‘Stop nagging.’

Raon brushed away Wrath, who clung to him, and placed a bite of shrimp pizza in his mouth.

Aaaaah! The crust is crispy and salty, and the shrimp is so plump—this is incredible!

Wrath grinned widely, saying it tasted just as he’d imagined. Of course, his way of describing flavors remained simple and unimpressive.

‘Honestly.’

Raon chuckled lightly, eating all the food Wrath wanted and finishing off with some bead ice cream for dessert.

Bluuurp!

Wrath patted his now-rounded belly, letting out a small burp.

‘Satisfied now?’

The King of Essence knows no satisfaction.

Acting as if he was still hungry, Wrath jutted out his chin.

"It’s the first time I’ve seen the division leader eat this much. Then again, the annex building food is tasty."

Dorian kept shoveling food into his own mouth but still found time to cut his meat.

"It’s not luxurious, but it’s a flavor you’ll crave occasionally."

Burren sipped tea to cleanse his palate.

“Mm. It’s so… cold.”

Runaan commented that it was cold as she continued eating nothing but bead ice cream from beginning to end. She was as incomprehensible as ever.

“Well, it is tasty….”

Martha nodded with a somewhat bitter look in her eyes, then let out a short sigh and tore at the rib meat on the bone.

“I’m gonna head out now….”

"Martha!"

As Martha stood to leave, Sylvia called out to her.

"Come here!"

Sylvia waved her over enthusiastically.

“Huh? M-Me? Why…?”

"Play with Sia for a while!"

Sylvia smiled brightly, clearly wanting Martha and Sia to get closer.

“Sister? Are you my sister?”

Sia’s eyes sparkled at Martha’s elegant yet mature beauty, and she immediately called her ‘sister.’

"Ah, no, I, I’m not exactly your sister…."

Martha blinked blankly, as if unsure whether to be called an older sister or a younger one.

“I... too...”

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

“You’re my younger sister!”

Sia, captivated by Runaan’s pure and adorable appearance, immediately called her "younger sister" with a cheerful giggle.

“I’m not… your younger sister. Or am I?”

Runaan stared into the air, blinking as if lost in thought.

“Please just go along with it for now.”

Sylvia brought her hands together like she was asking a favor, looking at both Sia and Runaan.

The four women started talking about small, unimportant things, sharing small smiles and laughter.

‘Now then…’

Raon watched the Light Wind swordsmen enjoying the party freely and calmly nodded.

‘I think it’s time for me to leave.’

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and walked toward Glenn, who was standing by the lake with Rector.

“Head of house.”

“Ahem…”

Glenn only cleared his throat and didn’t respond, keeping his eyes on the lake.

“Head of house?”

Raon called him again, but Glenn still didn’t turn around.

“Raon, this isn’t the time or place for formalities,” Rector said, clicking his tongue lightly at Raon.

“Uh, grandfather…”

Raon rubbed the back of his neck and called Glenn grandfather.

“Ahem…”

Only then did Glenn seem to hear him and slowly turned around.

“Yes. What is it?”

“Haha…”

Raon let out an awkward laugh, shaking his head slightly.

‘At least he’s not mad.’

Raon had been worried that Glenn might still be upset because of Sia, but that didn’t seem to be the case, and he felt relieved.

“I plan to leave for Seipia within this week.”

Raon placed his hand over his chest as he explained.

“I want to return master’s sword to Seipia.”

He bowed his head slightly.

“This might be the last time, so I’d like to go with the Light Wind division.”

Glenn turned his gaze toward the Light Wind swordsmen standing behind Raon.

"It seems those kids have finally accepted it too."

He nodded, as if proud that they had accepted Rimmer’s death without regret.

“…Very well. Returning his sword is the right thing to do.”

Glenn told Raon to be careful and lowered his hand.

“Thank you.”

Raon bowed his head, expressing his thanks.

"Make sure you do it properly."

Rector, understanding the situation from Glenn, patted Raon’s shoulder with a somber look.

“Underst—”

“Raon.”

Just as Raon was nodding, Sia came over from the side.

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

She handed him a scoop of ice cream, repeating exactly what Sylvia and Edgar had told her before.

“Open your mouth, say ah!”

“Uh….”

Raon hesitated, glancing around. Glenn, Rector, Sylvia, and Edgar all glared at him sharply again.

"I… I wanted to be the first one she fed…"

“Ahem!”

“Raon?”

“Son, cutting in line is unfair!”

The four adults, clearly frustrated in their desire to be the first one fed by Sia, trembled slightly.

“Hurry up!”

Sia ignored their piercing gazes and stomped her feet impatiently, urging Raon to eat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Her strength was so great that the lake rippled, and the ground shook.

“Alright…”

Raon could not betray Sia’s expectant gaze, and ended up eating the ice cream she gave him.

“Raon…”

Glenn, Rector, Sylvia, and Edgar all glared at him as if he had committed a grave offense, their expressions cold.

Kehehehehehe!

Wrath burst into laughter, shaking his round body.

Your time of being the favorite is over!

He chuckled, teasing Raon about how he’d only face scolding now.

‘I was never the favorite one in the first place!’

And that’s why everyone says you’re bad at reading the mood!

*   *   *

“Ugh…”

Raon carried a bundle of food and ice cream as he left the still noisy annex building behind.

‘I’m tired.’

Being with his family was undoubtedly joyful, but it was also exhausting.

If he stayed at the party any longer, he felt like he might melt into a puddle, so he quickly slipped away.

Why are you carrying food out, then?

Wrath tilted his head, looking at the bundle in Raon’s hands.

Is it perhaps a gift for me tomorrow morning? If so, the King of Essence will graciously accept—

‘It’s not for you.’

Raon pushed Wrath’s nonsense aside with a wave of his hand.

‘I’m bringing it to aunt Aris and Merlin.’

Aris and Merlin were currently resting at Federick’s mansion. Even if they weren’t awake, he planned to leave the food in the medical room for them to eat later.

Hmm…

Wrath fell silent, then shook his head slightly.

Sometimes, you’re surprisingly quick to read the mood.

‘It’s not about reading the mood— It’s just the right thing to do.’

Raon had felt guilty about hosting the party while Aris and Merlin were still recovering.

He had rushed to hold the party quickly, knowing that if he waited too long, another major event or battle might come up and cancel it entirely.

‘What a shame.’

Raon sighed, thinking it would have been a lot more fun if Rimmer, Aris, and Merlin could have joined the party.

‘No, I shouldn’t dwell on it.’

Raon shook off those heavy feelings and walked toward Federick’s mansion.

He was about to open the door and step inside when someone came out from within first.

“Raon.”

It was Denier Zieghart, his smile as calm and elegant as moonlight.

“I heard there’s a party. What brings you here?”

Denier glanced toward the annex building, where the party was still lively, and smiled faintly.

“I brought some food. What about you, Sir Denier? Why are you here?”

Raon narrowed his eyes slightly at Denier.

“I came to see my sister.”

Denier tilted his head casually.

“You told me she woke up, right? I was worried, so I stopped by. Luckily, she was awake for a bit, so we got to talk.”

He looked relieved, smiling calmly.

“…I see.”

Raon bit his tongue lightly, still observing Denier.

“How was aunt?”

He scanned Denier’s expression as he asked about Aris.

“She seems fine. She still needs rest, but she should recover soon.”

Denier lifted his hand slightly, his smile calm.

“Keep looking after her. Then I’ll be on my way.”

With that, he waved as if he’d said all he needed and walked down the stairs.

“Oh, give my regards to Sia. Tell her, her uncle will visit her soon.”

Denier left those words and disappeared toward the main building.

“…”

Raon narrowed his eyes as he watched Denier leave.

‘I still can’t figure him out.’

Denier was suspicious in many ways, yet he never actually did anything wrong. There was no direct proof to suspect him, which was very frustrating.

‘What do you think?’

As he has said from the start, people like him are the most dangerous. You can’t tell if they’re allies or enemies.

Wrath narrowed his eyes, grumbling that he’d love to punch him in the face.

‘Still…’

Raon realized he needed someone to keep an eye on Denier. Since he was leaving for Seipia soon, he couldn’t monitor Denier himself. He needed someone who could.

‘It should be someone who has enough authority not to be pushed around by him… and someone… oh!’

A certain person came to mind, and Raon smiled faintly.

 

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