The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 104.2

Chapter 104.2: Spring When Stars Fall (3)

“I always told you not to sacrifice yourself for me, but at this moment, you’re the only one I can trust.”

The two conflicting emotions surging within her were palpable.

The heart of a princess who wanted to change the fate of her kingdom laid bare before him, and the heart of a friend who wished for Cain to be safe from harm.

“No need for long speeches. Keep it short.”

Whoosh━.

Cain released her hand and climbed onto the railing.

Neither the blowing north wind nor the dense fog could hinder him.

Only Oleciren’s black eyes looked up at him.

Cain watched the elf raising his sword towards McLoud.

“Save them. Save the future of your kingdom.”

“No.”

Oleciren spread her arms wide.

Clank, clank, clank━!

A deafening roar erupted, as if the world itself were being torn apart.

The sound of thousands upon thousands of gears grinding against each other, as if something that should never happen was occurring!

Live!

Oleciren’s worry.

“The people of the kingdom come before the kingdom itself. And you are my people.”

Her command as a witch.

Her responsibility as a princess.

The Oleciren he first met was nothing but a talkative child, but now she had become a fine princess.

Cain smiled at the sight.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Thud━!

And with that, he soared into the air.

He hurled Agweska, which he had drawn at some point, without hesitation.

Shhhwing━!

A black trajectory sliced through the hazy fog!

Cain followed suit, leaping after it.

The moment Cain descended upon the northern battlefield.

🔹🔹🔹

Crackle━.

Cain drew the lightning of ‘Winter’ into his hand, just as he had done when treating Hybolt.

And he placed it on the back of the unconscious Marquis McLoud’s head.

The sudden electric shock caused Marquis McLoud to tremble before opening his eyes.

His eyes were free from the illusion cast by Glumiêm’s ‘Barrier of the Great Forest.’

“Are you alright, Your Excellency?”

“You…… are.?”

He was awake, but still dazed.

However, the pungent smell of blood brought him back to his senses.

Hundreds of pairs of green eyes stared at him.

“Aren’t you my grandson-in-law?”

Cain shrugged at McLoud’s playful question and reached for Agweska, which was stuck in the ground.

“Well, you need to be alive for that to happen.”

The elves, who had been harvesting lives, gathered around them. Like trees in a forest, they surrounded Cain, leaving him no room to escape.

They kicked aside the bodies of the fallen knights at their feet, showing no regard for life.

Beyond the encirclement.

Marquis Ross and Elder Faye MacGeraghty watched the scene unfold.

Marquis McLoud shouted at him,

“You dare call yourself a Marquis of Airian! Have you no shame?”

“I do not.”

“…….?”

Marquis McLoud was momentarily speechless. Reprimands only worked on those who felt shame.

He realized from Ross’s attitude that it was already too late. Ross seemed more interested in something else.

It was Naglfar, the black ship of Ross that Cain had come on.

“Tsk. To think he’d bring out Naglfar. How did you break free Worrall?”

“Easily.”

“…….?”

Just like McLoud moments ago, Marquis Ross was rendered speechless.

Meanwhile, Naglfar, which had swiftly brought Cain and his party here, overcame the rough currents and reached the shore.

He could see Oleciren and the other two approaching.

“With those rude words and missing hair, you must be Heatherward Ross, am I right?”

Cain faced him directly.

He had heard the name countless times.

Marquis Ross, whom he was meeting face-to-face for the first time, including his previous life, looked surprisingly ordinary.

However, a strange aura surrounding him made him seem dangerous.

“How impolite.”

“And how polite are you supposed to be to someone trying to kill you?”

Heatherward flinched slightly at Cain’s words and nodded.

“You are right. I apologize.”

“What a bastard. Creating a mess as he pleases and then apologizing.”

From behind the elves, Heatherward let out a mocking laugh.

“Tell me how you broke free Worrall, and I’ll grant you a painless death.”

Cain raised his index finger and pointed it at Marquis Ross.

“You?”

A mocking smile and a condescending gesture intersected. It was the moment when two figures who should never have crossed paths in Airian finally met.

Marquis McLoud, who had been watching from behind Cain, clapped his hands together.

“Well done, my grandson-in-law!”

Cain turned his head slightly and said curtly,

“That’s enough.”

“……Okay.”

Marquis McLoud closed his mouth, and once again, Cain and Ross faced off.

“Since I’ll be taking your answer anyway, I suppose I won’t be needing your limbs.”

Marquis Ross turned to Elder Faye MacGeraghty and spoke, and she nodded in agreement.

“I did think it was a shame to win so easily with the Queen’s power. The youngsters were getting impatient.”

Shhhing━.

The elves drew their weapons.

Those in the front row wielded light swords, while behind them stood elves with bows and those who commanded spirits.

Faye MacGeraghty locked eyes with Cain’s violet gaze.

“So you’re the human whose fate the Queen couldn’t foresee.”

“Isn’t she ashamed of that?”

Step━.

Cain slid his left foot back and stood straight. And with one hand, he drew Agweska.

“I didn’t know she’d go around blabbering to her subordinates about how she ran away after losing to me.”

Whoooosh━!

The elves’ killing intent soared.

Amidst their overwhelming animosity, Cain smiled nonchalantly.

Faye MacGeraghty, who had opened her mouth at Cain’s provocation, collected herself and asked,

“Do you perhaps…… trust those three behind you?”

Some of the elves separated.

It was a move to prevent Cain’s party from joining him.

“No.”

“Then are you insane?”

Elder Faye MacGeraghty couldn’t comprehend Cain’s actions.

“They are the ones who trust me.”

Isoel and Vanderbilt were strong in their own right, and with Oleciren’s support, there was nothing to worry about.

“I only trust myself. I wanted to see you, Marquis Ross.”

In the midst of the piercing killing intent, Cain felt like he had returned to his hometown for some reason.

Ethelred was the place of his physical birth, but the Great Wall was where his heart truly belonged.

In that place where thousands of monsters attacked every single day, Cain had always emerged victorious from such battles, and thus, he was no stranger to this feeling.

“Me?”

Marquis Ross asked, pointing to himself.

“Yes, you. Long before you could even imagine.”

The tip of Agweska quivered.

Fwoosh!

At that moment, the taut bowstrings of the elves’ bows snapped as they released their arrows.

It was the beginning of the final northern battle that would be etched in Airian history.

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