The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 77.2

Chapter 77.2: Arcturus (2)

Glumiêm, unable to bear the sight any longer, swore.

The second way to kill an Elf: Destroy their head. And if by any chance they were to regenerate, crush it repeatedly until they could no longer revive!

As expected of beings created using the ‘Vision of the Forest,’ their way of dying was similar to that of Elves.

Thump—!

Cain moved with a rhythm that resembled a well-composed piece of music.

And then, with his left fist and Agweska clutched in his right hand, he relentlessly targeted the Elveknights’ heads.

Occasionally, some would revive at Glumiêm’s behest, but Cain wouldn’t miss a single one.

Crush, crush, and crush.

They were once human too.

They must have been young knights with dreams of a better future.

However, for those who had been reduced to mere fighting puppets due to Marquis Ross’s ambition and the Elves’ twisted sense of efficiency…

THWACK—!

‘Kill.’

For those who were denied even the right to choose their own deaths, Cain poured his heart and soul into his swordsmanship.

It was a funeral that only a warrior could offer.

By the time only a handful of Elveknights remained, Glumiêm had no choice but to recall them.

Swish.

Cain swung his sword towards the ground, shaking off the blood.

Then, he stared at Glumiêm with his clear, violet eyes.

“Why did you do it?”

His gaze seemed to pierce through Sigma, whom she was currently controlling, and reach the Queen herself, who existed beyond the ‘line.’

Only after the chaotic passenger car regained its stability, having been violently shaken by the fierce battle, did Glumiêm manage a smile.

《Arna? Abel?》

“Yes.”

《Do I need a reason? I do it because I want to.》

At that moment.

Cain mirrored her smile.

It was a smile that felt like looking into a mirror, and Glumiêm sensed that something was amiss.

“You’re a good Elf.”

《……?》

Glumiêm, along with Oleciren and the others, stared at Cain, taken aback by his sudden statement.

Cain extended his left foot.

He lowered his head and gripped his sword.

Clank—!

The train jolted once, and Cain’s voice followed.

“Because the only good Elf is a dead Elf.”

[The future is being consumed.]

『Samhain’s ‘Winter’… Unleashed.』

Cain slowly raised his head.

His violet eyes, usually cold, now flickered like flames, consumed by the surging Pure White Thunderbolt.

Wooooooooooo—!

Amidst the chilling cold that seemed to emanate from the depths of the universe, a desperate cry echoed.

‘Those damn Elves!’

Cain gritted his teeth so hard that they felt like they might shatter, understanding the curse that Abel had uttered from the depths of his soul.

What kind of heart did Arna have to raise Abel with?

What kind of heart did Abel develop while witnessing Arna’s sacrifices?

‘And how could I have treated them both like that in the past!’

Regret surged within him, fueling the flames of his rage, pushing Cain forward.

Flash—!

Cain’s foot stomped on the ground.

Ice flowers bloomed wherever his foot landed.

Crackle, crackle, crackle━.

The vines that had been shooting towards him, aiming to capture and kill him, shattered before they could even touch him, encased in pure white ice.

《Stop him!》

Glumiêm screamed, her nerves on edge from the cold killing intent that seemed to be tearing her apart.

“Gaaaaaaah—!”

The remaining Elveknights, who had been clenching their teeth and enduring the pain, began to throw themselves at Cain, letting out grotesque cries.

《You may be quite skilled, young Ethelred, but you have no way to defeat me!》

Glumiêm was confident in her victory.

However.

Swish—!

An Elveknight’s head vanished without a trace.

Swish—!

Even though it should have been healing its wounds, the thunderbolt grazing the wound caused burns, and the cold seeping into it caused necrosis, preventing the Elveknight from recovering.

In the time it took to take a single breath, Cain had slaughtered all the remaining Elveknights.

《……!》

There was only one being in this world.

Glumiêm was left with no means to stop Cain, who was burning his future to avenge his past, a past only she knew about.

Fwoosh—!

Glumiêm met Cain’s gaze.

She could feel his murderous intent, so cold and chilling that words couldn’t describe it, approaching her.

Thud—!

Cain wiped the blood off his sword and walked towards her, gripping it tightly.

《I’m not even here anyway.》

“I know.”

Glumiêm scoffed, lifting Sigma’s green head, which she was controlling.

《Are you going to vent your anger on this ordinary Elf? What a wicked child you are.》

“I told you. The only good Elf is a dead Elf!”

Thud—!

Cain lunged forward, kicking off the ground.

The wooden floor of the train, unable to withstand the sheer force, shattered like a detonated bomb, revealing the sturdy steel frame beneath.

Thud—!

Cain charged like a comet.

As she watched the lone warrior raging with fury, burning his future, Glumiêm reached out both hands.

Crumble.

The Witch’s origin unfolded like a gear, manifesting a miracle that shouldn’t exist in this world.

The power of a Witch that transcended even the Queen’s might!

The presence of the 8th Witch of this world, who was also the Elf Queen, began to press down on everything around them.

Screech—!

The deafening sound of the world’s gears grinding against each other, a sound that grated on his nerves, filled Cain’s ears.

《Even if you harm this body, I will be fine! But you won’t! Be crushed and die, young Ethelred!》

Glumiêm roared, her voice filled with madness.

It was the outburst of pent-up frustration from her encounters with the Ethelred bloodline.

And then, the overwhelming power of the Witch crashed down.

The immense weight of the miracle threatened to crush Cain flat.

[‘Winter’ supports your sword.]

Rumble—!

The sky was clear and blue, yet thunder echoed from afar.

《What……?》

But Glumiêm realized in an instant that the sound came from the black sword in Cain’s right hand.

Cain-style Ardvark.

Lu Rabada.

He was mimicking the swordsmanship he had witnessed from Edmund that day.

The thunderbolt galloped, the wind howled, as if a hound had been let off its leash.

Crackle, crackle, crackle—!

The black Agweska, engulfed in a storm of lightning, sliced through Sigma’s ‘line’ that soared towards the sky from the top of her head.

Whoosh—!

Like Ethelred’s sword that struck twice, it lunged again, aiming to tear off her head.

Glumiêm screamed in terror.

《No!》

“Yes!”

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