The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 593

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Chapter 593

I could no longer restrain myself and brought my fist down on Wrath’s head in a sharp flick.

Crack!

With a sound like shattering stone, Wrath’s face slammed into the ground.

-Y-you dare! The True Demon King….
“Be grateful I’m not eating you alive!”

I bared my teeth menacingly at the trembling Wrath.

-Ugh!

Wrath flinched in surprise and, after rubbing his face, scrambled backward.

“Sigh….”

I exhaled deeply and looked at the Fire Spirit King that Wrath had spat out. Unlike when I first saw it, the fire essence was barely perceptible.

“Killing it right after it was born—that’s too much.”
-I warned you repeatedly, did I not? To retreat. The problem lies with that fool who refused to heed the True Demon King’s words!

Wrath shook his head, insisting he bore no fault.

“Even so, you could have just beaten it and sent it back. Did you really need to go this far?”
-I intended only to show it a taste of pain at first.
“And then?”
-The shrunken flame creature’s color gleamed as delicately as a marble ice cream. It looked so appetizing that….

He smacked his lips, unable to contain himself.

-B-besides, the True Demon King bears no fault! I merely educated that impudent brat who dared to strike a stone with an egg….
“If you don’t want to eat nothing but hardtack for the rest of your life, shut your mouth.”
-Hmph!

Wrath pressed his head down with both hands clamped firmly over his mouth. Food threats worked better than mental pressure—I couldn’t fathom how this creature could be the Demon King of Wrath.

‘What am I going to do about this….’

If it were discovered that I had consumed the Fire Spirit King and killed him, the merit of saving the Elves would vanish, and I might become their enemy, hunted for the rest of my life. I had to prevent that at all costs.

‘If there’s even a chance to save him, I’ll do anything… wait?’

As I bit my lip and examined the Fire Spirit King, the dying embers flickered with the faintest spark.

‘He hasn’t died yet?’

A small flame began to reignite within the orb, faint but unmistakable.

I reached toward the orb that had once been the Fire Spirit King. A faint warmth emanated from it.

‘I can save him like this.’

The Fire Spirit King had come to me not for a contract, but because he had instinctively sensed the essence of his ancestor. With the Manhwagong and the Ring of Fire, I could certainly revive him.
Using the Manhwagong and the Ring of Fire, I could undoubtedly bring him back to life.

Whoooooosh!

I purified the Manhwagong’s flames through the Ring of Fire, condensing the purest fire possible. Carefully cradling the Fire Spirit King, I drew the Manhwagong’s flames between my fingers.

Fwoooooosh!

Pale golden flames seeped around the Fire Spirit King. A radiance bloomed as if the midday sun were meeting the evening glow.

I swallowed hard, watching the Fire Spirit King’s shallow breathing.

‘He’s coming back to life.’

The Fire Spirit King, once no larger than a candy, grew bit by bit as he absorbed the Manhwagong’s flames.

Even after being beaten by Wrath, the Fire Spirit King’s royal dignity remained intact—he swiftly grew to the size of a small child.

‘His appearance is different.’

Unlike the lizard helm worn by Hongryeom-gwi, the Fire Spirit King bore the form of a human male.
He was strikingly handsome, yet his sharply angled brows gave him a fierce, intimidating appearance.

“Mmm….”

The Fire Spirit King’s eyes opened slowly. His gaze was neither human nor reptilian—those piercing, vertically-slit pupils turned toward me with predatory awareness.

“Hah….”

I exhaled deeply, my hand pressing against my chest.

‘He’s alive.’

The Fire Spirit King’s aura had returned to its natural state. I was genuinely relieved we hadn’t become enemies to the Elves and Spirits.

“Are you conscious?”
“A… human?”

The Fire Spirit King blinked vacantly, still struggling to comprehend his situation. It was hardly surprising—he’d been devoured by a Demon Lord and somehow survived.

“An oddly familiar aura….”

He locked eyes with me and pushed himself upright.

“That’s right. I followed your aura to find you.”

The Fire Spirit King nodded, saying he was instinctively drawn to Raon. Raon didn’t like the casual speech, but since the Fire Spirit King was a spirit monarch and likely disoriented, he let it slide.

“But there was a monster inside you. A malevolent, colossal power that even I, born as a king, could not withstand. All I could do was struggle futilely.”

He lowered his head, admitting he’d fought to save me but had been defeated.

-The True Demon King is not a monster!

Wrath, who had been flattened, suddenly sprang upright.

-The Demon Realm’s… Ugh!

I rushed over and clamped my hand over Wrath’s mouth.

“….”

But the Fire Spirit King’s gaze had already fixed upon Wrath.

“Hrrrrgh!”

The Fire Spirit King trembled violently like a deer spotting a predator, stumbling backward in panic.

“That monster! That’s the one! Why has that creature come this far!”

His face drained of color in a way unbecoming of the Fire Spirit King. It seemed he was sensing only Wrath’s aura, not his actual form.

“There’s no need to worry.”

I bounced Wrath like a ball and shook my head.

“He can’t do anything right now.”
-Can’t do anything? Don’t underestimate the True Demon King….
“Nadine Bread.”
-Hngh!

The moment the name Nadine Bread left my lips, Wrath’s mouth snapped shut immediately.

“Wh…?”

The Fire Spirit King’s eyes widened as he watched Wrath, completely immobilized in my grasp.

‘What… what is this….’

Why was that monster staying still?

He couldn’t believe that the creature who had overwhelmed him with raw power—he who was born a Fire King—was now being restrained by a human.

“Don’t mind this one.”

I shoved Wrath behind me and shook my head.

“Are you unharmed?”
“N-Nadine Bread?”

The Fire Spirit King repeated the word “Nadimbang” that Raon had just uttered.

-Huh?

Wrath leaned his face over Raon’s shoulder, his brow furrowing in confusion.

-Hey! You flame-brat! Do you really want to die? If it weren’t for this brat, you’d be dead, chewed up by me!
“Kyaaaah!”

The Fire Spirit King recalled the memory of being devoured by Wrath and fell backward, his limbs curling up defensively.

-I’ll gnaw your bones clean….
“Nadimbang.”

Wrath was flying swiftly toward the Fire Spirit King, ready to consume him again, but the moment Raon shouted “Nadimbang,” he froze in mid-air.
It was the power of Nadimbang, which defied even inertia itself.

-Damn it….
“I told you to stay still.”

Raon grabbed Wrath’s tail and hurled him backward, then approached the Fire Spirit King.

“As I said, don’t worry about him….”
“W-who are you?”

The Fire Spirit King straightened his posture and raised his tone of voice, his demeanor entirely different from moments before.

“I beg your pardon?”
“You’re clearly human, yet how have you tamed that monster?”
-Tamed? Is this bastard insane? Nothing can tame me….
“Tsk.”
-Ugh….

The moment Raon clicked his tongue, Wrath closed his mouth again.

“Hah….”

The Fire Spirit King stood with his mouth agape, shaking his head. His expression transcended mere astonishment—it was pure terror.

“I am Raon Zigheart. An ordinary human.”
“Or-ordinary?”
“Yes.”

Raon nodded calmly.

“You subdued a monster with frigid power far greater than the Water Spirit King born alongside me—how can you possibly call yourself ordinary!”

The Fire Spirit King shook his head, insisting that even if he had only recently come into existence, he possessed fundamental understanding of the natural order.

Raon’s eyes narrowed as he observed the Fire Spirit King’s trembling jaw.

‘Fortunately, he knows nothing of Wrath.’

Though born with innate knowledge, he lacked experience—and thus remained ignorant of Wrath’s true nature.

“Please, tell me. How did you manage to subdue that monster?”
“A battle of willpower.”

Raon patted Wrath’s head with a slight smile.

“I endured this creature’s frigid assault through sheer mental fortitude and emerged victorious.”
“H-how could you possibly endure such a thing…?”

The Fire Spirit King’s mouth fell open in shock, unable to fathom how anyone could withstand such agony—as if one’s very soul were shattering.

“If there is a secret technique, please share it with me!”
“There is no secret. One simply perseveres. What other method could there be?”

Raon waved his hand dismissively.

-Hmph! This human is poison among poisons! Even if you were reborn a thousand times, you could never match him!

Wrath snorted derisively, warning against futile efforts.

“Ah…”

The Fire Spirit King stared at Raon for a long moment, then pressed his trembling hands to the ground and bowed his head deeply.

“I shall follow you!”
-Huh? What?

Wrath let out a bewildered screech at what I had just said.

“I found records stating that humans call those worthy of respect ‘older brother.’ From now on, I shall address you as such!”

The Fire Spirit King bowed his head again, pleading for me to accept.

“Ha….”

I gazed at the trembling Fire Spirit King’s bowed head and let out a hollow laugh.

It seemed Wrath had played the fool once again.

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After calming the Fire Spirit King, I patted his shoulder.

“I am not someone worthy of your allegiance.”

The Fire Spirit King had believed I was suffering at Wrath’s hands and had fought to the very end. Since he seemed like a genuinely virtuous spirit king, I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him.

“That’s not true! The mere fact that you rescued me from that demon’s clutches is reason enough to follow you!”

It appeared this spirit king had gotten off to a rather misguided start.

“My name is Ifrit! I shall follow you, Raon, for the rest of my life!”
“Ifrit?”

I narrowed my eyes upon hearing the Fire Spirit King’s name.

“The previous Fire Spirit King’s name was also Ifrit, wasn’t it….”
“Ifrit is the very name that signifies the Fire Spirit King itself. One must bear that name to inherit the power of fire.”

Ifrit nodded, explaining that this was simply how Spirit Kings were born.

“Hmm….”

I extended my hand forward from where it had been stroking my chin and summoned the Manhwagong’s flames.

“Does this flame bring anything to mind?”
“It feels nostalgic. That emotion is precisely why I pursued you, brother.”

Ifrit smiled faintly, finding it remarkable. As expected, he had sensed my flame as that of an ancestor and sought me out because of it.

“It seems you and I are connected from a previous life, brother.”

It was peculiar—a being barely born speaking of nostalgia and invoking past lives.

“First, stop calling me brother….”
“Allow me to give you a small gift, brother.”

A tiny spark flew from Ifrit’s raised finger and touched my chest.

Whoooosh!

The warm flames spread across my entire body before I could even react, seeping into the depths of my mana circuits.

“What is this….”
“It is the Secret Silver Flame, used to nurture contractors.”
“The Secret Silver Flame?”
“If you make that flame your own, your flames will reach a new realm, brother.”
“What do you mean by that….”
“If I say more, the effect will diminish. You must realize it yourself to achieve its true purpose.”

Ifrit shook his head, saying that explaining everything would render it ineffective.

“I wish to remain with you, but the Spirit Realm continues to call for me. It seems much has crumbled during the time Elaime and I were absent.”
“Ah….”

Sterin, Erian, and Rimer had all mentioned that the Spirit Realm’s balance had been disrupted by the disappearance of the two Spirit Kings. It appeared the other Spirit Kings were continuously summoning Ifrit.

“We will meet again soon.”

Ifrit bowed respectfully before vanishing as a small spark of flame.

“Phew….”

The moment Ifrit disappeared, I exhaled deeply and collapsed backward.

‘This is utterly surreal.’

The Demon Lord had devoured the Fire Spirit King, and the Spirit King I’d barely managed to save now wished to serve me as an older brother. The entire situation felt like a dream.

-Ahem….

Wrath approached with narrowed eyes and tapped my hand repeatedly.

-You understand this is all thanks to the True Demon King, yes? A wretch like you could never become the older brother of such a fire spirit.

He puffed out his chest proudly, as if I should be grateful.

“….”

Without a word, I grabbed Wrath’s head and tail, stretching him out like a piece of wet laundry.

-Kyaaaagh!
“When will you ever stop causing trouble!”
-B-but the True Demon King was merely protecting his own home!

He shook his head, insisting he’d only repelled the Fire Spirit King’s illegal intrusion.

“Hmm….”

I released Wrath and nodded in acknowledgment.

‘He’s not entirely wrong.’

From Wrath’s perspective, the Fire Spirit King had suddenly intruded, so he’d exerted his power to protect both himself and me. Of course, attempting to consume the Spirit King was absolute madness.

-And.

Wrath glared at me with blazing eyes.

-It would be wise for you to stop mouthing off to the True Demon King from now on.
‘What?’
-I have acquired new power now.
‘New power?’
-Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have bothered, but to defeat you, I’ve absorbed the essence of that fire demon directly!

As Wrath spoke, crimson flames erupted from his plump fist.

-The True Demon King now commands not merely frost, but also flames….
‘Sigh….’

I rubbed my temples as I observed Wrath’s confident expression.

‘What good are flames that can’t match your own frost in power?’
-Huh…?
‘Besides, my fire resistance is quite high. Want to try?’

I flicked my fingers, inviting him to come at me.

Fwoosh….

The flames dancing in Wrath’s hand extinguished abruptly. He collapsed to the ground, trembling violently at the shoulders.

-Damn it….

I was laughing at the absurdity of it all when the ground suddenly heaved, caved inward, and a baby fox caked with dirt burst forth.

-Gasp! The Mad Woman!

Wrath startled and scrambled backward.

“Merlin!”
“You’re safe!”

Merlin grinned and wiggled her front paws. Her voice carried renewed vitality, far more vibrant than when I had last seen her.

“I was so worried.”

She murmured an apology, saying she lacked the strength to join the fight despite her desire to do so.

“No, I told you not to move.”

Since it was a battle with Eden and someone could be watching from elsewhere, I had strictly instructed Merlin not to intervene under any circumstances.

“Are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine now that I’ve rested.”

Merlin’s cheeks flushed as she insisted she was in perfect condition.

“What about Eden’s side? Have they all withdrawn?”
“The operation was originally for Hongryeom-gwi’s growth, so now that he’s dead, it’s all over.”

She nodded, confirming that this entire affair had been orchestrated to cultivate Hongryeom-gwi’s strength.

“Then Tacheon must be quite frustrated.”
“Seems like it. He’s frowning right now.”
“He’s, he’s frowning right now?”
“Yes.”

Merlin grinned and scratched the ground with her front paw.

“He’s in a meeting at the moment.”

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The sky above the Blue Coastal Region, where a crimson sun hung perpetually, had darkened into twilight.

Tacheon, seated at an antique wooden desk, shifted his gaze to the right.

“…So they’re all dead? And by Raon Zigheart’s hand?”
“Y-yes, that is correct.”

The Green-eyed Demon, wearing a mask adorned with green eyes, nodded in affirmation.

“….”

Tacheon said nothing, instead tapping his fingers against the desk. The mask bearing the visage of an incomparably beautiful youth shimmered with an ethereal light.

“Since the Red Ghost Knight went as the person in charge, it’s understandable that he died—his raw power wasn’t particularly high. But Cassandra is a Grand Master, and Hongryeom-gwi is beyond question.”

He swept back his disheveled hair as he continued.

“Hongryeom-gwi, having absorbed the World Tree’s barrier, should have reached the upper echelon of Grand Master. I find it difficult to believe that Raon Zigheart cut him down.”
“R-Raon Zigheart wasn’t the only one fighting. The High Elf Siyan, whom I thought was incompetent, summoned the Water Spirit King.”
“A newly born Spirit King couldn’t have exercised proper judgment. In the end, it means Raon Zigheart caused this entire disaster.”

Tacheon wrapped murderous intent within his faint smile.

“Hmm, now that I think about it, there’s one peculiar detail.”
“A peculiar detail?”
“Raon Zigheart went to Sepia as a guest, yet he conducted reconnaissance himself and appeared on the battlefield faster than the other Guardians.”

The Green-eyed Demon lowered his head, noting that this was indeed somewhat odd.

….

Tacheon stroked his chin, then turned his gaze to the right.

“Merlin.”

His eyes fell upon Merlin, who lay sprawled across the beach as if sunbathing.

“Do you happen to know anything about this?”

At his probing gaze, Merlin’s eyelids naturally lifted open.

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