At his words, Sosa quickly regained composure and began to play his part.
“Captain, isn’t this a different story? We came here to join forces with the minority village and stage a coup, not for the captain to assassinate alone!”
The chief observed the two with an interesting expression.
Jakal responded without changing his expression.
“I judged that I could do it alone.”
“What if you die? You should know, Chief, that two assassins were already caught and killed at the palace last time! That was also an action ordered by you!”
When Sosa confronted the chief, his expression also became slightly awkward.
“They received training, but they weren’t exceptional spies. Yes, I admit it. We need a skilled warrior like the Kelphi tribe. Sailun had the ability to use the power of the spirits, more than enough to kill the Emperor. But…”
The chief, seeming regretful for missing a viable opportunity to eliminate the Emperor, spat out a sigh.
Sosa and Jakal listened attentively to the new information.
“Spirits?”
“Yes. He made a contract with the water spirit and could use the power of water.”
Although Sailun wasn’t a Kelphi tribe member who received the protection of the water spirit, he made a contract with the water spirit.
Each spirit had its own criteria for choosing a contractor, so there were occasional cases like this.
Moreover, he was said to possess the abilities of the ‘Ayla’ tribe, who received the protection of the moon.
The chief could have chosen him as the one to kill the then Crown Prince Karaf.
The two were inwardly surprised by his story.
Among the minority, it was extremely rare to find someone who could use the power of spirits.
It was a precious ability that could go beyond leading the tribe, possibly ascending to the position of chief, as evidenced by Horaq, the current chief of the ‘Eshe’ tribe, who could also manipulate the power of spirits.
With a meaningful expression, the chief said, “I’ve been trained to use the power of the fire spirit since I was very young. I guess it’s the same for you.”
Jakal didn’t bother to respond.
If the symbol of the ‘Eshe’ tribe was ‘fire,’ the symbol of the Kelphi tribe was ‘water.’
He had also undergone rigorous training from a young age to become a warrior and make a contract with the water spirit, but ultimately, he had failed.
Jakal asked quietly, “If I can use the power of the water spirit like Sailun, do you think there’s a possibility of assassinating the Emperor?”
“Of course. I don’t just think there’s a possibility; I believe you can do it. Sailun wasn’t from the Kelphi tribe, but you, as a direct heir, should be capable. You probably have even greater untapped potential.”
Jakal was reminded of unpleasant memories from the past.
It was probably around the time when Sailun betrayed the Emperor, and shortly after, a nationwide wanted order for the minority was issued.
The day he heard the news of the Kelphi tribe being annihilated while trying to protect the village, the young man sat down at the entrance of the village, his eyes widening, and his legs giving out.
Tears streamed down his face.
The image of his parents and the people who had warmly greeted him at the entrance on horseback, exchanging their last smiles, was still vivid in his mind.
His parents had tried to keep him from being sent to the battlefield as an underage, even clashing with the chief to protect him.
Since that day, Jakal abandoned all training and confined himself to his home, unable to face the outside world.
However, before the shock could fully dissipate, the chief came looking for him and handed him a dagger, calling it his parents’ legacy.
Quickly regaining his composure, he ordered Jakal to become the leader of the Kelphi tribe and fight for the village.
Jakal, for the first time, raised his voice and argued with him.
At that moment, the chief uttered words that shouldn’t have been said.
The reason the entire tribe was annihilated was that Jakal hadn’t fulfilled his duties as the heir.
Jakal left the village following that path.
Trying to coax him, the chief spoke again.
“As of now, there’s no one more suitable than you to take on this mission. You not only have the potential but also a strong motive to carry out the mission. Shouldn’t you rescue the butterfly from that tyrant and welcome her as your companion?”
Hearing a proposal similar to that time, Jakal clenched his trembling fist and made a different resolution in his heart.
This time would be different.
In this life and the previous battle, he was captured without resistance by the Knights of Cactus, but now, he wouldn’t remain as a weak leader.
He wanted to become stronger to protect Aisha.
No, he must become stronger.
“I will undergo awakening training.”
At Jakal’s response, the chief’s mouth curved upward.
“I’ll provide all the support you need. Train here in the village for a while.”
As soon as Karaf gave permission, Aisha headed straight to the monastery.
The news that Banatsa herself had come to the monastery spread, and the high priest personally came out to greet her at the entrance.
A white-haired old man politely brought his hands together and bowed to greet her.
“I greet Banatsa.”
“Nice to meet you, High Priest.”
The high priest smiled warmly at Aisha and led her to the reception room.
Butterflies and the monastery had an inseparable deep connection.
Since the people of the monastery were devotees of the Etzheim deity, they were more friendly toward butterflies than anyone else.
Without asking the priests, he personally brought tea and said, “This is the lotus blossom tea we raised at the Lotus Monastery. It has a pleasant fragrance, so please try it.”
In a glass teapot, a large white lotus blossomed in the hot water.
Aisha cautiously brought the teacup to her lips and took a sip, her eyes widening slightly.
“The tea aroma is truly unique and intense!”
In response to her words, the high priest also smiled and said.
“Yes. Most people don’t know that lotus flowers can be so enchanting and have such a rich fragrance. They often assume that, based on the delicate appearance, it would have almost no scent.”
At those words, Aisha recalled the image of the white man she had seen last time.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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