Chapter 1106: Promoting the Great Sin Scholar
Although he felt a little nostalgic for the golden sword... Haibasha was a sufficiently sober and rational person.
She knew clearly that Hermes was dead and would never return. The golden sword was neither a weapon forged by Hermes nor one he wielded. He was merely a transit point, a messenger, transferring it from one side to the other.
It can't even be an old item used to commemorate the deceased.
And the most important thing is that it belongs to Aiwass, not herself. She doesn't care much about how other people's wealth is used... Not to mention that Aiwass is the benefactor who saved her daughter.
A living person right in front of you is more important than a dead sword that has already been given to someone else.
So Haibasha did not hesitate at all.
After confirming that Aiwass was truly uninterested in its power, she dissolved the sword herself.
Her fingers gently caressed the red-hilted sword. Countless fine, dark golden runes rose from the hilt, then dimmed, a trace of light seeping into the sword. As if sensing something, it began to vibrate and struggle, emitting a low, pitiful hum... like a trembling young animal.
As the red-handled sword emanated a faint divine glow, a brilliant yet ethereal blade of light gradually coalesced. In a trance, a sacred chant seemed to echo in his ears. Haibasha, simply looking at the sword, felt as if it wasn't a dead object... but a little girl in a red dress, perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old.
She was staring at herself, with marks of destruction appearing on her skin.
That was the very rune of self-destruction that Haibasha had infused... a spell that could cause matter to disintegrate and collapse on its own.
This rune spell was popular during the Tower of Babel era. It's a form of "truth" quite close to the source river. Only by thoroughly understanding the constitution of the recipient can one write a specific method of self-destruction.
Only the elven wizards of two thousand years ago could have mastered this long-lost art. It is neither destruction nor violence, but the dissolution of the very foundation of all things.
If one has sufficient knowledge of gems, one can turn a fine gem into powder due to the self-destruction rune; and if one has sufficient knowledge of trees, one can cause a thousand-year-old giant tree to wither and decay due to the self-destruction rune, turning into ashes in an instant.
With Haibasha's understanding of the golden sword, she could easily destroy it.
She neither cut it off nor melted it. Instead, she completely "abandoned" it—and it wouldn't affect the spirit within, as she didn't have sufficient knowledge of that spirit. The self-destruction rune she wrote only targeted the sword itself.
But at this moment... Haibasha vaguely felt that he was not destroying a sword, but killing a person. An innocent child, a newborn consciousness.
—Does she really have such power? To strangle a brand new life...
"……Why."
But Haibasha sighed: "I originally thought Aiwass was making a fuss... but now it seems that he is right."
She had always had a strong liking for the Golden Sword and had even tried to persuade Aiwass to accept it. But now, before the Golden Sword was about to be destroyed, it had truly begun to seduce her mind.
This made Hypatia start to reflect - had she been bewitched by it years ago? Was that why she spoke well of it? Or even... could Hermes' death be related to this sword?
But no matter what, the eyes of the young elf girl remained calm.
There was no emotion in her eyes.
"—Unfortunately, this trick didn't work on me."
Haibasha lowered his head and said this to the golden sword.
As an apostle of the Path of Wisdom, she had long since been able to view the world in an absolutely rational way. She appeared to still have emotions, but only because she wished she had them at that moment.
The Golden Sword seemed to realize this belatedly.
The helplessness and fragility it had originally portrayed disappeared completely, and its original disguise of kindness was torn apart in an instant.
The baby's helpless whimpering sound suddenly turned into a wild beast's frantic roar.
The humming sound instantly intensified a hundredfold—to the point where even extending a finger would instantly interrupt it. Placing it on stone would pulverize even the stone. Even a high-ranking transcendent would have their internal organs shattered in seconds if they forcibly attempted to grasp it.
It's not installed anymore, but it's too late.
No matter how Malmidova's remaining consciousness struggled, it was still powerless in front of Haibasha.
When the last rune was injected into its body, its struggles ceased instantly. It was as if aeons had passed in an instant... The red-handled sword lost all its luster. The wood rotted and crumbled, and the amber-encased hilt quickly dissolved, dissolving into nothingness. Only a small piece of the sword remained...
It looks like a star-shaped cuttlefish bone with a transparent and soft texture.
Looking at him, Haibasha showed a slightly surprised expression.
Apparently, even Haibasha didn't know there was such an object hidden deep inside the red-handled sword. That's why her self-destruction rune had no effect on it.
But after losing the shell that served as its "weapon", this flexible cartilage no longer poses any threat.
Haibasha stretched out his hand and dissolved it into a ball of nothingness, and the hazy ball of light sealed within was released.
And at this step, she stopped.
Haibasha turned around and looked at Aiwass, asking seriously, "You want me to transfer this spirit intact into that holy sword... Do you want to sign some kind of contract with it?"
"That's right."
Aiwass nodded and explained to Haibasha in detail, "This is the special ability inherited from my profession—the Scholar of Great Sin. I can capture phantoms and incorporate all or part of their power into tarot cards, becoming my summons, personal guard, or transforming them into a spell, an item, or a weapon.
"During the contract signing process, there will be a stage of mutual recognition. I will see part of its memory, and if it agrees, it can become my guardian spirit.
"And within my team, I need a character capable of providing both defense and survival. It must be a high-level phantom demon of light attributes. The only material I can find is these two holy swords. Therefore, I need this spirit to be able to properly wield the Clarent Holy Sword, inherited from the Moriarty family. It would be best if it could maintain sufficient rationality, retain complete swordsmanship, and possess combat awareness..."
As the client, Aiwass certainly knew that the more detailed the "requirements" were, the better.
Just like a patient should not say nothing or deliberately conceal some details, letting the doctor play a puzzle game - not to mention what the doctor's blood pressure is, but delaying the treatment will definitely make him suffer in the end.
What's more, with Aiwas's current status and position, he no longer needs to hide the secret of the Great Sin Scholar.
Rather... he is even preparing to start promoting this profession.
(End of this chapter)
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