The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 104.1

Chapter 104.1: Spring When Stars Fall (3)

Whooosh━.

The dark clouds in the sky were thick, but fortunately, it hadn’t started raining yet.

Thanks to this, Cain and his party were able to ascend the river without any problems.

“It’s coming.”

Until just now.

Cain looked at the waves of hazy fog rolling in from the far north.

At the same time, Oleciren’s eyes momentarily turned pitch black. The ‘witch’s power’ within her read the true nature of the fog.

“It’s Glumiêm’s power.”

“Do you know what it is?”

“Mental-type illusion. It’s a mix of magic and witch’s miracle. It seems everyone enveloped in the fog is having the same dream.”

Oleciren urgently pointed to Vanderbilt and Isoel who were lagging behind.

“Brace yourselves.”

Clank, clank, clank━.

Cain frowned at the sound of gears grinding against each other, a sound that always accompanied Oleciren’s use of her powers.

Simultaneously, black armor materialized, enveloping Vanderbilt and Isoel.

“Oh…?”

Isoel, accustomed to Oleciren’s buffs since the Ballam war, remained calm, but Vanderbilt was different.

He rubbed the hard armor that had suddenly appeared and jumped in place, gauging its weight.

“It’s incredibly sturdy and flexible, yet weightless. I can’t believe such armor exists.”

Knights of the past would lumber around like battering rams in their full plate armor. And that was back in Vanderbilt’s younger days.

Vanderbilt continued to marvel at the black, full-body armor, which was far more robust and comfortable than the full plate armor he had worn in the past.

Cain asked with a wry smile,

“Aren’t you curious how Oleciren made that?”

Vanderbilt’s wrinkled face flushed red.

He had been so excited about the sudden appearance of the armor, like a true knight, that he had forgotten about everything else.

He stammered,

“She’s a princess…… and a witch, so I thought she’d be capable of something like this.”

Cain chuckled.

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“But why did you suddenly give it to us?”

Whizz, whizz━.

Cain leaned against the railing and pointed his thumb at the approaching waves of fog.

One might assume it was just fog rolling in from the water, but seeing Cain and Oleciren’s reactions, Vanderbilt sensed it was something more.

Whooosh━.

Before they knew it, the ship had entered the fog.

However, the Ross bloodline members operating Naglfar remained unaffected.

They were already undead, and the reason the Ross bloodline was known as the nemesis of elves was their strong magical resistance.

“Oh?”

Vanderbilt marveled at the fog that swept over him like the tongue of a giant beast.

Isoel rubbed the fog between her fingertips and sniffed it.

“This is no ordinary fog.”

Oleciren shrugged.

“If I hadn’t given you two the armor, you’d both be sound asleep, dreaming the same dream.”

The two turned their heads simultaneously.

At the end of their gaze was Cain, unarmed except for a single sword, with an indifferent expression.

They seemed curious as to how he was unaffected.

Cain lifted the corner of his lips.

“Whether it’s magic or sorcery, they’ll need ten times that to put me to sleep.”

Crackle━.

From the moment he awakened the power of ‘Winter,’ the passive skill, Pure White Thunderbolt, had been enveloping his entire body.

Unless it was something that could overwhelm the level of ‘Winter,’ it wouldn’t be able to bewitch Cain, who was constantly evolving.

‘Even without the power of the sacred treasure, this much wouldn’t be difficult.’

At the Great Wall, he had to endure far more potent curses with his bare body.

The weak perished.

The strong survived.

And Cain, having survived for ten years, had become a powerful being on a different level.

Whoosh━.

The wind blew once more.

The fog dispersed slightly, revealing a narrow plain. It seemed to be the entrance to the ‘Deep Forest’ where the elves resided.

As Naglfar approached, the scene became clearer.

Thud━.

The knights’ limbs were being cut off.

Without encountering any resistance, one elf severed the fingers of a writhing knight, one by one, collecting them in a pouch as if gathering pebbles.

The elves, smiling as if pleased, ended the lives of the fallen knights.

“……!”

Oleciren covered her mouth with her hand.

Isoel hurriedly ran up to her and supported the swaying princess.

Vanderbilt, too, muttered in a shaky voice from the railing next to Cain.

“That’s not a battlefield…… it’s a slaughterhouse.”

Cain’s violet eyes turned cold.

It was only natural for people to die in war, but this was different.

To be unilaterally struck down and have their lives harvested like crops was no longer a fight.

“They should have the ‘Simplified Anti-Magic Barrier’ they carry on expeditions, why is everyone…….”

Oleciren stammered, unable to finish her sentence.

Although she had seen fights before, this was the first time she had seen one side being so helpless.

And the ones being defeated were the knights of her kingdom.

Cain pointed his finger into the distance. There was a middle-aged man whose head was bald, causing it to sparkle.

“That’s Marquis Ross, isn’t it? I can tell by his head.”

Moreover, he was wearing armor that looked far more luxurious than that of the other knights.

Oleciren, who knew what Marquis Ross looked like, replied,

“That’s right. And the emblem on his chest is the Ross family crest.”

Crackle, crackle━.

Lightning crackled in Cain’s violet eyes.

His gaze pierced through the fog and the distance, accurately reading the situation around Marquis Ross.

Before him.

Lay Marquis McLoud, who had resisted until the very end but had finally collapsed.

Pitter-patter━.

Rain began to fall.

The cold raindrops ran down Cain’s face, but it was too late to put out the flames that had risen in his heart.

“Defeat in war is inevitable, but I hate to see them slaughtered because of betrayal from within.”

With those words, he gripped Agweska.

He saw an elf approaching Marquis McLoud.

“Cain.”

Oleciren called out to him.

Her eyes, gray tinged with black, stared directly at him. And she reached out and grabbed his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“…….?”

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