The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 647

Deputy Head of the Elder Council, Kiluane, narrowed his eyes as he watched Sylvia descend the stairs.

‘It’s as if she’s become a different person.’

Since her return to the family, Sylvia had always been withdrawn.

She used to hunch her shoulders and back like a frightened mouse, her gaze always cast downward. She couldn’t even make eye contact with people, and if she did, she quickly averted her eyes and fled.

But now, Sylvia was different.

Her shoulders were straight, exuding the dignified presence unique to Zieghart.

Her golden hair, which shimmered like melted sunlight, was tied back tightly, and her black training uniform made her resemble a sharp sword. The intensity she exuded was enough to make the skin tingle.

The most noticeable change was in her eyes. Her red eyes, once filled with anxiety, were now as calm and deep as the ocean, showing not the slightest tremor.

*Clench.*

Kiluane gritted his teeth.

‘Is this really Sylvia?’

Even before she left the family, she never had this level of intensity and presence. It was as if her very soul had changed.

‘I heard she had stabilized her artificial dantian….’

Could she have changed this much?

It hadn’t been long since Sylvia acquired the artificial dantian, yet her martial prowess had already reached the peak of the Master level. It was almost unbelievable.

“S-Sylvia?”

Crisson stammered, clearly noticing the change in her, and the warriors of the Elder Council recoiled under the pressure she exuded.

“It’s been a long time, Deputy Head.”

Ignoring Crisson, Sylvia approached Kiluane and bowed her head.

“You mentioned an Elder Council event. What brings you here?”

“Hmph.”

Kiluane’s displeasure was evident as he cleared his throat.

‘How insolent.’

She had once fled from the family, and now, just because she had a dantian, she dared to act so arrogantly. He found it utterly disgraceful.

“Tsk.”

Kiluane clicked his tongue at Sylvia and signaled Crisson with a nod.

“Arrogant!”

Receiving the signal, Crisson stepped forward, standing in front of Sylvia.

“How dare a branch family member speak so freely!”

“I wasn’t aware that branch family members weren’t allowed to speak to Elders.”

Sylvia still didn’t look at Crisson, keeping her cold smile directed at the Deputy Head.

“You don’t know your place.”

Crisson sneered, his lips curling as he glared at Sylvia.

“Do you think your sins are erased just because you have a dantian now?”

“I have committed no sins.”

Sylvia shook her head calmly, her eyes serene.

“I returned everything I received from the family when I left, and when I came back, I was granted the lord’s mercy. I have no remaining sins.”

She straightened her back confidently. The dignity that came from being unashamed of herself easily pushed back against Crisson’s malice.

“Shut up! The stain you left on Zieghart won’t be erased!”

Crisson gritted his teeth and turned his head sharply.

“If the stain I left on Zieghart were to tarnish its name, then Zieghart must be very small indeed. But I don’t think of Zieghart as so insignificant.”

Unlike before, Sylvia didn’t hesitate to carry the name of Zieghart.

“And I certainly don’t want to hear such things from those who have lost the spirit of the old Zieghart and now bully the weak.”

“You dare!”

Infuriated by the change in Sylvia, whom he once couldn’t even meet eyes with, Crisson swung his hand first.

*Whoosh!*

In that instant, Sylvia clenched her right fist. Like lightning, her punch struck Crisson’s jaw.

*Bam!*

Crisson, who had tried to slap Sylvia, instead found himself collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut, his legs giving out under him.

“Grrr….”

He didn’t lose consciousness, but his brain was rattled, leaving him unable to stand properly.

“Gasp!”

“Crisson!”

“What’s going on!”

The warriors of the Elder Council hurriedly gathered around Crisson, shocked.

“It was self-defense. He struck me first.”

Sylvia brushed off her shoulder where Crisson’s hand had grazed her, shaking her head.

“You’ve changed a lot. You weren’t like this before you left the family.”

Deputy Head Kiluane looked at Sylvia with anger barely contained in his calm gaze.

“I had to change if I wanted to become a mother my son could be proud of.”

Sylvia smiled faintly and shook her head.

“Grrr!”

Crisson, recovering quickly as a Master should, stood back up and faced Kiluane.

“D-Deputy Head, you don’t need to get involved! I’ll handle this!”

He glared at Sylvia, biting his lip until it bled.

“So, what brings you here?”

Sylvia asked, tilting her chin with a relaxed air.

“We received information that illegal activities were taking place in the annex. We’re here to investigate it ourselves!”

Crisson, exuding fierce energy, headed for the annex stairs.

*Shing!*

From the shadows of the annex’s staircase, Jubel appeared, blocking his path.

“You cannot proceed.”

“You dare obstruct an Elder Council event, you lowly scum!”

Having been humiliated by Sylvia, Crisson lost his composure and swung his sword at Jubel. Though it wasn’t a killing blow, the intent to sever an arm was clear.

Sylvia lifted her left heel. She slid in front of Jubel as if folding the ground and struck the flat of Crisson’s sword with her left palm.

*Thud!*

As Crisson staggered from the impact, Sylvia stepped forward and struck his jaw again with the scabbard.

*Bam!*

This time, Crisson was sent flying into the air before crashing down, his white teeth scattering like corn kernels.

“Grr….”

This time, Crisson’s eyes rolled back as if he had lost consciousness.

“Do you realize what you’re doing?”

Kiluane, watching the trembling Crisson, revealed a chilling gaze.

“I’m simply protecting my people as the mistress of the annex. I also have no intention of letting unauthorized individuals enter.”

“Unauthorized?”

“I’m aware that the Elder Council has the authority to inspect the family. However, such authority requires an official warrant. Without it, you’re no different from a thief or a bandit.”

Sylvia shook her head confidently. The Elder Council had the power to check the lord’s authority, but it required a warrant to exercise that power.

“You know that I can obtain that warrant with just a word, don’t you?”

“Then go ahead and get it.”

Sylvia nodded, as if telling him to do as he pleased.

“Hmph.”

At Kiluane’s gesture, one of the warriors dashed off towards the main house.

It didn’t take long before he returned, holding a certificate authorizing the inspection of the annex.

“Is this sufficient?”

“Yes.”

Sylvia’s calm eyes conveyed that she would now step aside.

“You’ll regret this.”

Kiluane narrowed his eyes and was the first to enter the annex.

“That’s something no one can predict.”

Sylvia followed him, shaking her head.

***

Raon took a big bite of the mint chocolate ice cream in his hand. The bitter yet slightly refreshing flavor filled his mouth.

-Hehehehehe!

Wrath giggled like a child, as if fully recovered after eating the mint chocolate.

-This is it! Keh-hehk! This is the taste of mint chocolate! Kek! I’ve missed this! Keh-hehk!

But judging by the continued coughing, it was clear his condition wasn’t entirely good.

‘I’ll have to make sure he eats well for a while.’

It was no exaggeration to say that Raon had survived thanks to Wrath, so he decided to let the demon eat whatever he wanted.

“Over there, the bratty princess.”

Runaan, who was also eating mint chocolate, quietly raised her finger and pointed to the right.

“Hm?”

Raon followed her finger and saw a female magician, engrossed in a thick spellbook while walking with large glasses perched on her nose. She was so focused that she didn’t look up from her book.

‘Is that really Jayna?’

Princess Jayna had always wrapped herself in luxury and was accompanied by numerous retainers.

But now, her face was bare, with no makeup, no accessories, and no retainers in sight.

If he hadn’t known, he might have mistaken her for an ordinary magician.

Perhaps because of this, she seemed to have achieved a level far beyond what he remembered from before.

“Wow….”

Dorian also let out a breath, surprised by the sight of Jayna.

“To think that’s the bratty princess….”

Having seen Jayna at the black market, he couldn’t hide his astonishment.

“She’s completely different from when we first met. Should I go get her? I bet she’d be thrilled if I told her about that ring.”

“No, it’s fine.”

Raon shook his head calmly. He didn’t want to disturb someone who was concentrating.

‘People really can change.’

In his previous life, he had believed that people never truly changed.

But in this life, he was beginning to realize that wasn’t the case, time and time again.

‘But Derus Robert… You’re the one who will never change.’

Knowing that Derus would never change allowed Raon to plan his revenge without the slightest hesitation.

Thinking of revenge against Derus, his thoughts drifted to the family in the annex.

“Whew….”

Raon finished the rest of his ice cream and shook his head.

‘I’d like to rest at the annex for a while.’

-I’d like to eat more at the annex.

‘…….’

Wrath truly had a way of ruining the mood.

***

“Lord.”

Shadow Lord Chad knelt before Glenn, bowing his head.

“I’ve received news about Raon.”

“News?”

Glenn, who had been gazing out the window with disinterest, slowly turned and sat on his throne.

“Speak.”

His voice was calm, as if he didn’t particularly care, but his eyes gleamed like constellations, urging Chad to speak quickly.

“It’s said that the one who obtained the Sword Saint’s legacy from the tomb was none other than Raon!”

Chad’s voice grew louder as he delivered the astonishing news.

“Is that true?”

Glenn, who had barely sat down for three seconds, jumped to his feet again. His lips slowly curved upward like snow piling on a rooftop.

“Yes!”

Chad nodded, affirming the truth.

“Hahaha.”

“He really acquired the Sword Saint’s legacy? That’s amazing.”

Roenn and Sheryl widened their eyes in surprise, smiling.

“Hm!”

Glenn, enjoying their reactions, tilted his chin slightly as he moved his shoulders in a subtle dance.

“It wouldn’t do to be too pleased.”

Chad swallowed nervously as he boldly raised his gaze.

“Raon also discovered that the Sword Saint was one of our Zieghart ancestors, and that the land where the tomb is located belongs to Zieghart!”

“What?”

Glenn’s eyes widened in shock, as if he hadn’t anticipated that.

“The Sword Saint was one of Zieghart’s ancestors?”

“Yes! It’s a confirmed fact. Not only the Light Wind Division and the Phantom Sword Division but even neutral forces from the tomb testified to it.”

Chad nodded quickly.

“I didn’t see that coming.”

Sheryl let out a breath, clearly astonished.

“Hahaha, Raon has truly accomplished something great.”

Roenn clapped his hands, his usual smile deepening.

“It’s more than just an accomplishment. This is a historic moment!”

Chad waved his hands, unable to contain his excitement.

“Ahem!”

Glenn cleared his throat, his cheeks growing redder by the second.

“He’s done well.”

As Roenn, Sheryl, and Chad’s reactions became more enthusiastic, Glenn’s smile continued to widen.

“It would be wise to send people to manage that land now that we know it’s ours. Since it’s a bit far, we should establish a strong presence early on.”

Sheryl suggested, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

“Of course, that’s necessary, but there’s no need to rush.”

Chad replied with a light smile, shaking his head.

“Why is that?”

“Actually, after Raon left the tomb….”

He then explained how Raon had smashed the heads of hundreds and established the Sacred Sword Ground.

“So it’s already become a sanctuary?”

“Yes. The fact that he smashed the heads—not killed—of hundreds without taking a single life has instilled both fear and respect, leading people to revere the place as the Sacred Sword Ground.”

Chad let out a breath, as if he himself found it unbelievable.

“Roenn!”

Glenn turned to Roenn and called his name.

“I’m already writing it down: ‘From this moment on, this land belongs to Zieghart. You have ten seconds. Lay down your weapons or leave. Choose one.’”

Roenn began recording Raon’s words from the tomb in the official Zieghart record.

“That boy really made a scene.”

Sheryl couldn’t hide her bright smile, clearly pleased with Raon’s achievements.

“Why are you all showering him with praise?”

Glenn turned his head as if the idea of commending Raon had never crossed his mind.

“He only did what he should have done, knowing it was Zieghart’s land!”

However, despite his words, his earlobes were flushed red, and his lips were stretched so far back that it was clear he was smiling even from behind.

“So when will the children return?”

Glenn couldn’t contain his excitement and referred to the Light Wind Division as “the children.” His voice trembled with anticipation.

“They’re in Balkar now, but they’ll return soon.”

“…I see.”

Glenn sighed in disappointment, unable to hide it. As his legs began to tremble, the entire Lord’s Hall started to shake.

“Lord, don’t worry, they’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, and they’ll be bringing gifts, so it’s only natural they might be a little delayed.”

Sheryl and Roenn exchanged knowing smiles as they watched dust fall from the ceiling.

“Who said I was worried! I was merely curious!”

Despite his words, the Lord’s Hall shook even more violently.

“And there’s one more thing to report.”

Chad wiped the smile from his face and lowered his gaze.

“As you’re well aware, the Elder Council is currently occupying the annex and conducting an inspection. They’ve been very blatant in their harassment.”

He frowned, clearly displeased with the Elder Council’s actions.

“They’re trying to control Raon by using Sylvia.”

Even Roenn furrowed his brow at the rare sight of such blatant manipulation.

“Hmm, should I go and deal with it?”

Sheryl rotated her shoulders, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

“The Elder Council’s right to inspect is a provision from the time of the first lord. It was established to balance power, so not even the Lord’s Hall can stop them.”

Glenn shook his head calmly.

“But if you wanted to, you could stop them.”

Sheryl frowned slightly.

“Yes, I could stop them. But that’s exactly what they’re waiting for. If I were to intervene, they’d find another way to provoke us even more.”

Glenn shook his head, as if reading the Elder Council’s intentions.

“So it’s a matter that must be handled by the annex’s own strength.”

Roenn nodded thoughtfully.

“But the annex doesn’t have the authority to resist. It will be difficult for them to endure.”

Chad swallowed dryly, his concern evident.

“You’re right. But since the leader of the Light Wind Division has accomplished something great….”

Glenn’s gaze sharpened as he looked down at Chad.

“It wouldn’t be bad to grant him a wish.”

Chad understood the meaning behind Glenn’s words and immediately stood up.

“I’ll inform them right away!”

***

Ten days had passed since the Elder Council’s inspection began.

“It looks like something’s hidden under this floor. Tear it up.”

“The window frame is warped! Smash it!”

“There’s a crack in the ceiling! Tear it down!”

The Elder Council’s warriors destroyed perfectly fine floors, walls, and ceilings, only to immediately find something else to complain about.

“What are you doing standing around without cleaning this mess up?”

“They didn’t even clean properly. I’m marking the hygiene as terrible.”

“Did they really think it was okay to prepare food in a place like this? It’s a pigsty!”

Without even cleaning up their own mess, they mocked and harassed the maids who tried to tidy up after them.

“We’re sorry.”

“We’ll clean it right away.”

“Please be patient with us.”

The maids of the annex endured the Elder Council’s abuses, biting their tongues as they cleaned the trashed house and repaired the damaged ceilings and floors themselves, all to avoid causing trouble for Raon and Sylvia.

After ten days of relentless work, their hands and feet were bruised and swollen.

Sylvia also helped the maids clean and repair the annex.

Despite the constant harassment from Crisson and the Elder Council’s warriors, she endured it all without complaint, maintaining her dignity throughout.

“My Lady.”

Helen approached Sylvia, who was cleaning up the debris from a collapsed wall, and bowed her head.

“Please take a break. You’ve been working since dawn.”

“I’m fine. You should rest, Helen.”

Sylvia smiled as she patted Helen on the shoulder.

“I’m fine, but the girls are struggling.”

Helen sighed as she set down the rag, stained black with dirt. She bit her lip, worried that some of the maids might collapse soon.

“I know. But there’s nothing we can do right now.”

Sylvia shook her head.

“They’re hoping we’ll use force.”

The Deputy Head was harassing the annex through legal means. If they used force, it would only give them the excuse they needed to bring even more trouble to Raon.

“You understand well.”

A quiet voice came from the right. Sylvia turned to see Doqua perched on the ruined window frame.

“The Elder Council is full of snakes like them. One of the reasons I left the Elder Council was to avoid seeing such old scoundrels.”

Doqua frowned, saying there were more despicable old men than good ones.

“Your sighs were so loud that they spoiled my drink.”

As he spoke, Doqua tossed a small piece of paper towards Sylvia and disappeared.

“Ah….”

Sylvia unfolded the note from Doqua and clenched her fist. She nodded decisively and stepped outside the annex.

“Dig over there! Don’t stop!”

Crisson, his jaw bandaged, was ordering the maids to dig up the garden.

Most of the maids were so exhausted that their hands were trembling, and only Judiel and her brother Jubel continued working tirelessly to give the others a break.

“Ah, forget that spot. Now dig up the other side.”

Crisson grinned mockingly as he ordered the maids to dig in another location.

The once beautiful garden had been turned into a wasteland, as if a war had taken place.

In the middle of the destroyed garden, the Deputy Head sat at an elegant table, enjoying tea.

“Deputy Head.”

Sylvia approached him with calm eyes and bowed her head.

“What is it?”

The Deputy Head set down his teacup with a graceful gesture and tilted his head.

“Wouldn’t it be best to stop now?”

“Stop?”

He raised his gaze with a mocking smile.

“Even after ten days, you haven’t lost that arrogance. How insolent.”

“……”

Sylvia said nothing, her calm eyes fixed on the Deputy Head.

“The decision to end this is mine, not yours. Don’t forget who has the power here.”

The Deputy Head twisted his lips as he watched the maids toil with bloodied hands.

“If you don’t want to see them suffer, you know what you need to do. You’re not on the right path right now.”

“Bowing my head to a filthy person for a little comfort isn’t a good choice either.”

“Still defiant….”

He twisted his lips further.

“Are you really counting on the expiration date of the warrant? You’re greatly mistaken. Extending the warrant is an easy task.”

The Deputy Head raised his voice, asking if she really wanted to take this to the end.

“It seems you’re the one who’s mistaken, Deputy Head.”

“What?”

“My advice was for your own good. I’ll say it one last time. It would be best for you to leave now. If you do, I won’t hold you accountable for what you’ve done so far.”

Sylvia’s confident gaze made it seem as if she was the one in control.

“You’ve lost your mind. Fine, let’s take this all the way!”

The Deputy Head ordered Crisson to fetch a new warrant.

“Do as you please.”

Sylvia turned her back on him and approached the maids who were digging.

“My Lady, we’re fine.”

“Y-yes, don’t worry about us.”

“We can endure this!”

Judiel and the maids shook their heads, insisting they were okay.

“I’m truly sorry.”

Sylvia smiled faintly as she dropped the letter from Doqua into the hole they were digging.

[Raon Zieghart will definitely return by tonight. He’s being granted the authority to stop the Elder Council’s abuses. -Swallow] [1]

Judiel and the maids’ eyes widened as they read the information Doqua had delivered.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

Sylvia buried the note in the ground and smiled softly.

“You’ll soon see those heads—or should I say skulls—smashed.”

***

Footnotes:
[1] Swallow: In the context of the story, “Swallow” (Korean: 제비, Jebi) is likely a codename or alias used by a character involved in covert activities or intelligence gathering. Bird names like “Swallow” are often used in literature to symbolize traits such as speed, agility, and the ability to operate discreetly. This character probably serves as a spy, informant, or messenger, delivering critical information while remaining elusive.