The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1106

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Chapter 1106

-Just as expected from that fool!

Wrath clapped his hands and burst into exclamation.

-Always causing trouble whenever and wherever he goes!

He chuckled, remarking that it was so typical of Rimer to thoughtlessly evade Siyan’s attacks even in such a critical situation.

‘Don’t laugh.’

I pushed aside the grinning Wrath and nodded to Siyan, signaling her to attack again.

“A-again!”

Siyan raised the hand holding the ocarina and issued attack commands to the supreme-tier spirits.

Roooaarrr!

Unlike before, the supreme-tier spirits did not concentrate their spiritual power to strike a single point. Instead, they unleashed flames, wind, earth, and water energy from four directions simultaneously.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

The spiritual power unleashed by the supreme-tier spirits surged forth in a magnificent wave, shooting toward the mist enveloping Sepia.

‘There’s no way to evade all of this.’

I lowered the hand holding the Heavenly Sword and nodded to myself.

‘Let me see how much force I need to push back.’

I extended my perception to determine how much power would be necessary to purify Rimer’s soul.

But once again, the situation unfolded differently than I had anticipated.

Whoooosh!

The red mist and wind guided by Rimer’s soul created openings of their own, allowing the supreme-tier spirits’ attacks to pass harmlessly into the void.

“Wh-what…?”

Siyan’s lips trembled as she gazed at the hole torn through the sky, then her eyes shifted toward me.

“R-Raon. How is this possible? You said my brother would handle it himself…?”

Her hand holding the ocarina quivered, as if questioning why things were unfolding differently than promised.

Kyaaaaa—

The supreme-tier spirits froze in place, bewildered by how the mist and wind had effortlessly evaded their assault.

“My apologies.”

I couldn’t meet Siyan’s gaze directly and lowered my eyes.

“I failed to anticipate this situation.”

I had assumed Rimer came to Sepia to purify that red malevolence, so I expected him to engage willingly.

But he deflected the Spirit Kings’ attacks, freely manipulating mist and wind as if he would never be struck.

‘Should I simply erase it myself?’

If I unleashed swift sword strikes fast enough to prevent any counteraction, I could eliminate that mist and wind without difficulty.

But doing so would defeat the purpose of purifying Rimer’s soul.

‘Moreover…’

Siyan wouldn’t gain the elves’ support.

Other elves had entered this place as well. If I resolved the matter instead of her, her support wouldn’t increase—it would plummet.

“Could it be that my brother has been corrupted by the malevolence?”

Siyan paid no mind to the other elves’ gazes, as though Rimer’s soul mattered more than anything else.

“That’s not it.”

I shook my head calmly.

“If my master had been corrupted by malice, he wouldn’t simply evade like this—he would have counterattacked. The fact that he’s holding back suggests he has a different intention.”

The malice woven from crimson wind and mist possessed tremendous power.
Rimer could have countered and still had strength to spare, yet his restraint indicated his soul remained uncorrupted.

“The kid’s right. That fool may be dense, but he wouldn’t be overwhelmed by such an aura.”

Sterin nodded heavily, his faith in his grandson evident.

“Exactly. My master is someone who endured with a smile even within the original soul of the Soul Reaper Sword.”

Martha pressed her lips together firmly, her trust in Rimer unwavering.

“B-but then why is he doing this?”

Siyan tilted her head in confusion.

“I don’t know either. He’s such an unusual person….”

I exhaled deeply, observing the crimson mist and wind enveloping Rimer’s soul.

‘He seems to want to say something.’

Without entering the Mental World or the Soul Reaper Sword, I couldn’t discern what Rimer was thinking.

“Then let me try again!”

Siyan summoned fresh spirit power to save Rimer, launching another assault against the crimson mist and wind.

Whoooosh!

The highest-tier spirits unleashed attacks faster and more powerful than before, yet the wind and mist receded like an ebbing tide, evading every strike.

“Tch!”

Siyan bit her lip in frustration, her teeth grinding audibly.

“Perhaps….”

I furrowed my brow and stepped closer behind Siyan.

“Could you summon Elaim?”
“Elaim?”

Siyan’s eyes widened at the sudden mention of Elaim’s name.

“As you well know, Elaim and Ifrit are currently occupied with stabilizing the Spirit Realm, so it will be difficult for them to come. But why?”
“If it’s Elaim, perhaps my teacher might be able to understand why he’s acting this way.”

I thought that the Water Spirit King Elaim might be able to communicate with Rimer in his current state, so I asked Siyan to summon him.

“I’ll try calling him.”

Siyan sent the high-tier spirits back to the Spirit Realm and closed her eyes.

-You’re here too, aren’t you? That pathetic spark of a flame.

Wrath jerked his chin, telling me to call Ifrit.

‘I’ve called him repeatedly, but he never answered.’

Even during the war with the White Blood Cult, I’d tried to summon him for his power, but he’d never responded once.

‘Still, it doesn’t hurt to try.’

Ifrit!

I closed my eyes and called out to the Fire Spirit King through the resonance of my soul.

‘Ifrit! If you can hear me, answer!’

I concentrated my mind and called to the Fire Spirit King, but once again, there was no response.

“Sigh….”

Siyan also let out a deep sigh, apparently unable to reach Elaim.

“It seems we can’t get through.”
“No, no. We did manage to contact him.”

She nodded, saying she had spoken with Elaim.

“It’s just that he’s in the middle of something important right now, so even a clone can’t come out. Ifrit doesn’t have the ability to respond either, apparently. He asked me to tell you he’s sorry.”

Siyan scratched her cheek as she explained why Elaim and Ifrit couldn’t come.

“Ah, so that’s why….”

I finally understood why Ifrit hadn’t been responding all this time, and I smiled thinly. At least the connection hadn’t been severed entirely.

“Then for now, we’ll just have to manage as we are….”
“But Elaim said it might be possible to communicate through your spirit, Raon?”

Siyan extended her hand and pointed at me.

“My spirit? I don’t have any spirits connected to me besides Ifrit.”

I blinked blankly.

“No? He said there definitely was one.”

Siyan tilted her head, insisting that Elaim had spoken with certainty.

“A spirit I have… Oh!”

I clapped my hands as I realized which spirit Elaim was referring to.

“There is one. But I didn’t form a contract with it—I only gave it a name.”

Since I had merely given it a name without any formal contract, I didn’t think I could summon it.

“Giving a spirit a name creates a bond even deeper than a contract. Spirits treasure their names above all else.”

Siyan nodded, urging me to try it.

“I’ll give it a try.”

I closed my eyes slightly, my hands held open before me.

“Haerang.”

I called out the name of the Sea Spirit with heartfelt emotion—a spirit who had played a crucial role during the war against the White Blood Cult.

Splash!

A single droplet of water rose from between my palms, transforming into the form of a young wolf that contained the essence of the sea itself.

Kyaaaa!

Haerang let out a sharp cry toward me, as if demanding why I’d only now called upon him.

-Curse me all you like! It’s as though I’ve abandoned you!

Wrath furrowed his brow, lamenting that I’d left such a child alone.

-This one has never possessed warmth, and he’s a petty creature. Don’t be hurt—simply
come to the True Demon King.

He gently stroked Haerang’s back, declaring that the Demon Lord of Wrath himself would
accept him.

“I didn’t fail to call you. Since you dwell in the sea, I thought it best to leave you there.”

I stroked Haerang’s head, realizing he’d been waiting all this time.

Kyarurung!

The moment Haerang accepted my apology, his mood brightened and he wagged his tail with delight.

-What kind of wolf has such a pleasant temperament! Just bite his arm!

Wrath patted Haerang’s hindquarters while urging him to bite my arm.

Of course, Haerang couldn’t hear Wrath’s words and simply wagged his tail toward me.

“C-could that child be a Sea Spirit?”

Siyan’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“Yes. A spirit who played a crucial role in the war against the White Blood Cult.”

I gently pressed my finger to Haelang’s forehead and nodded.

“Hmm, it seems barely born, yet it possesses power far exceeding even the highest-tier spirits. Remarkable.”

Sterin sensed the aura Haelang carried and let out a low whistle.

“This one has endured much hardship. That power is both a blessing and a curse.”

I smiled bitterly, recalling everything Haelang had been through.

“The size and quality of that soul are truly different. I think this child might be able to understand your brother’s intentions.”

Siyan licked her lips, sensing that Haelang could uncover Rimer’s true purpose.

“Then I’ll send them.”

I lifted Haelang and met their gaze.

“Haelang. If you find my teacher’s soul within that mist and wind, ask that damned elf what they’re trying to do here, would you?”

I stroked Haelang’s head as I made the request.

Kyaaoooo!

Haelang’s tail swished eagerly as they leaped into the air, ready to take on the task.

Ocean-blue waves flowed around the spirit’s ethereal form, pushing back the violent winds and crimson mist.

Whoooosh!

Haelang pierced through the mist and wind that even the highest-tier spirits couldn’t penetrate, reaching Rimer’s soul sunk deep within.

“They really made it through!”

Siyan let out an exclamation and stamped her foot.

“Not one of the Four Great Spirits, yet possessing such power… A new Spirit King unlike any before might be born.”

Sterin nodded as if acknowledging that Haelang could become a new Spirit King. To him, who had lived his entire life as a guardian of nature, the future of the spirits seemed to unfold before his eyes.

Whoooosh!

Not long after, the mist parted again and Haelang began descending slowly.

No battle had occurred—the creature’s appearance remained unchanged from the beginning.

“Are you alright?”

I caught the descending Haelang with both hands and asked.

Roar!

Haelang moved all four legs simultaneously as if swimming, indicating it was perfectly fine.

“Did you also hear your master’s words?”
Kyaaaah!

The creature turned its head sharply and looked toward Siyan and Sterin.

Kyaoooo!

Haelang descended to the ground and approached Sterin.
The creature trembled as if wounded, then suddenly straightened its body and let out a confident howl.

Kyaaaaa!

Haelang stood before Siyan for the second time. Its fur bristled as if terrified, then it straightened all four legs and unleashed a majestic roar like the king of the grasslands.

“What’s wrong with it?”

Martha tilted her head in confusion.

“It must be hungry.”

Evelyn blinked her eyes, equally bewildered.

“Ah, I understand!”

Dorian cried out and lunged forward.

“Master wants to give vitality to Sterin and save him, and also give Siyan the courage to become a guardian!”

He nodded vigorously, certain of his conclusion.

“…That’s correct.”

Raon slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again.

“It seems Master wants to help both Siyan and Sterin, just as Dorian said.”

I nodded, agreeing with Dorian’s assessment.

-When did you ever think such a thing?

Wrath blinked, as if questioning my words.

-Just moments ago, you were thinking you were hungry,
exactly like the Mad Woman!
‘I thought it internally.’
-No, the True Demon King was reading your mind…
‘I did. Really.’
-There’s no need to lie to the True Demon King…
‘I’m telling you I did.’
-…You mad bastard!

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“If I were dead, at least stop worrying about me!”

Sterin understood the meaning behind Rimer’s resolve as he held his ground in Sepia’s sky, and he bit his lip.

“Foolish grandson!”

Despite his harsh words, his eyes reddened with genuine emotion and admiration.

“Brother….”

Siyan, too, felt that Rimer was still concerned for her, and she sniffled.

“I’m sorry. For being such a foolish sister….”

She bowed her head, apologizing to Rimer in return.

“People really don’t change.”

Martha looked up at the sky and chuckled softly. She seemed delighted by Rimer’s unchanged nature.

“But even if we understand why he’s staying, what are we supposed to do?”

She narrowed her eyes, emphasizing that this was the most crucial question.

“Right. Simply purifying that energy won’t restore their vitality or give them courage.”

Evelyn tapped her finger, insisting they needed to think more strategically.

Kyao! Kyaong! Kaong!

Haelang barked in succession, as if he already knew the answer, pointing at the ocarina Siyan held, the World Tree, and Raon’s sword.

“The World Tree, the ocarina, and the sword?”

Martha tilted her head, clearly confused.

“Ah, I see.”

Raon examined each of the items Haelang had indicated—the World Tree, the ocarina, and the Heavenly Sword—and nodded in understanding.

“I think I understand this.”
-Nonsense.

Wrath scrunched his nose, telling me not to pretend to know things when I clearly had no sense.

‘This time, I really do.’

I pushed Wrath aside, insisting that I truly understood everything.

“Really? What should I do?”

Siyan clasped her hands together, saying she would do anything to save Sterin and rescue Rimer.

“It’s not that difficult. If you and I….”

I drew the Heavenly Sword and aimed it at the ocarina Siyan was holding.

“Would you play it once?”

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