The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 101.1

Chapter 101.1: A Small Hand’s Prayer (3)

On the deck of the Naglfar.

Cain and his party were all out on the deck.

It is common sense that even if you walk on water at the same speed, it feels slower than walking on land.

However, Ross’ ship Naglfar was different.

As Worrall boasted that he would send it north faster than a train, it went through the water quickly.

Furthermore, it was going upstream through a river that cut through the Elven Forest, so they would surely reach the “Deep Forest” in one breath.

At that moment.

Sling━.

Cain, who had been staring at the river Elivagar, pulled out Agweska halfway.

“Hmm…?”

At the same time, Oleciren looked up at the northern sky.

Vanderbilt asked with his head tilted at the sudden reaction of the two.

“What’s wrong?”

Cain’s eyes narrowed and he glanced coldly at the place where Oleciren was looking.

“It’s Glumiêm.”

“Yes?”

It was a moment, but it was definitely there.

A feeling similar to when Glumiêm tried to change ‘fate’ during the previous Sigma raid struck like lightning.

“She saw me.”

Oleciren said with a strange sense of perception.

Beyond the five senses.

The sixth sense that instinctively uses the power of a witch recognized Glumiêm.

Oleciren opened her mouth with a trembling voice.

“She didn’t catch much, but……”

And Cain nodded as if he understood the hidden meaning behind Oleciren’s blurred words.

“She must have noticed that we were on the ship.”

“And that I am a witch.”

Clank.

He sheathed his sword.

Cain walked forward, grabbed the railing of the deck with both hands, and looked far north.

All you can see is the black sky and the black river.

Furthermore, the Elven Forest, with its pointed tips that resembled teeth, was approaching them at a rapid pace.

Swish━.

Soon Cain turned and looked at Oleciren.

Her eyes were shaking with anxiety as she was caught even though she did not reveal it to herself.

“It’s okay.”

“She’s working with Marquis Ross. If she tells Marquis Ross that I am a witch and he reports it to the Holy See……”

“That man would report you even if you weren’t a witch.”

“What?”

What came out of Cain’s mouth was not a word of comfort.

It was just a plain fact.

“Archbishop Barbetta told me. He said that he had also received a report about me hiding a witch.”

“……!”

Oleciren covered her mouth with her hand.

The fact that her existence was a burden to Cain weighed heavily on her shoulders.

“And he said he knew that Marquis Ross had instigated someone else to make the report.”

The momentary surprise subsided.

Oleciren could tell why Cain brought up the conversation with Archbishop Barbetta.

“So Marquis Ross is already using the witch report as a tool for political offense.”

“The Holy See knows about it, too.”

“Then, even if I report myself as a witch, the Holy See will not move right away.”

Cain nodded his head readily.

‘It’s different from the previous world line.’

At that time, Oleciren was beheaded as a witch and placed on the windowsill in front of the city gate.

The image was taken in a photograph and published in the newspaper.

Oleciren was indeed a real witch, and the Holy See was indeed crude in its actions, but it was too much to do such a thing to a princess of a country.

‘I thought it was because it was the Holy See, but Barbetta was actually reasonable.’

He was a little fanatical, but that was natural for a priest of the Holy See.

When Cain thought of the other priests he had met at the Great Wall, Barbetta was a fairly sound fanatic.

That’s why Cain was certain.

The legitimacy was important, as he was pushing out the original successor to the throne and ascending to the new throne.

At that time, if he were to publicly accuse her, saying that she was a witch, there would be no more perfect legitimacy than that.

That Oleciren’s execution was not the work of the Holy See, but a collaboration between Marquis Ross and Olivia, who had ascended to the throne at the time.

‘Of course, the saintess may have turned her eyes and done so…’

This was because a newspaper article at the time said that the Saintess had come to verify Hero Abel and discovered it.

However, even if the saintess insists, if the archbishop of Airian opposes it, it cannot be handled so noisily, so it is highly likely that it was the intention of Ross and Olivia.

Cain, who had roughly organized his thoughts, proudly folded his arms.

“And Archbishop Barbetta and I are somewhat close. I can ask him to take a look.”

Vanderbilt didn’t know much, so he kept nodding his head, but Oleciren and Isoel, who knew what kind of person the archbishop was, made nervous expressions.

“That person isn’t that kind of person……”

“Well, he was nice to me.”

“You must get along well since you have similar personalities.”

Oleciren, who had found her composure, joked.

Cain brushed away his black hair that was fluttering in the strong wind.

“It’s like cursing.”

“You’re quick-witted.”

“I guess I should go and report that the princess is a witch.”

Cain also joked in response.

Oleciren, who had regained her composure, flicked her finger while laughing lightly.

“One of the principles of the Holy See is non-interference in the politics of the region. Since the archbishop has already judged the witch report as a political offensive, he will probably stop it until the matter is over.”

“I see.”

“You’re trying to be a king, so you should know this much.”

However, Cain kept his mouth shut about the saintess.

For Oleciren, the fact that there was a Saintess in Airian who could directly sense the waves that occurred whenever she used her witch powers would be a huge burden.

Besides, Oleciren’s awakening as a witch was still incomplete, so there was not much to worry about because there were almost no waves.

‘Of course, she’ll get caught if she decides to use her witch powers.’

Cain laughed inwardly.

She might have been like that in the past, but the recent Oleciren seemed to have made up her mind about something.

It wasn’t a good look.

However, he came to expect the change in her in the future.

Warriors who showed eyes like her current self either lasted a long time at the Great Wall or died that day.

Cain felt that the bitterness of his laughter was somewhat diluted when he looked at Oleciren, who was looking north with her gray eyes.

‘I should make a plan just in case.’

As befitting the owner of the sacred treasure, ‘Winter’, Cain sometimes had strange intuitions.

It was like that now.

He had an intuition that Oleciren would use a lot of witch’s power during this northern expedition, although it was impossible.

‘Airian, where Oleciren is the king, would be a little better for Abel to live in.’

Cain recalled his purpose.

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