The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 110.1

Chapter 110.1: On the Day Spring Arrives (5)

Kuooooooong━!

“For Lord Ethelred!”

Roughly one hundred knights charged in. Their spirit and the sound of their footsteps shook the plains before the ‘Deep Forest’.

Some wore unified armor, but the rest were all different.

There are even knights with a mix of metal and leather armor, making them look like a motley crew from afar.

And at the forefront of it all was.

“Young Master Cain━!”

Wheeeeeeoooosh━.

It was Arna.

The Storm Bow Hokma absorbed her power and created arrows of wind. No elf could withstand the arrows.

It took time to create the arrows, but every time she released the string, an elf would surely die.

“Now it is our turn to protect Young Master.”

Ardvark.

Lu Rabada.

A brilliant sunlight exploded from Knight Commander Cloyd’s sword.

The sword, thrust forward, pierced through the elf that tried to block the sudden appearance of the knights.

Cloyd, who is honest and simple—one of the best on the island.

On the battlefield, he is a chariot that never backs down. The knights following Cloyd all look at Cain and put their fists to their chests.

Fergna.

There were two people at the forefront, blocking the elf attacks pouring toward the suddenly appearing Ethelred Knights.

“I am Victor━ Millington━! I repay my debts!”

Holding a broadsword, he moved gracefully across the battlefield as if dancing.

The fearsome power and spirit attacks contained in each arrow cannot overcome Victor’s sword, who was once a knight of Lamaring.

One could see why he was called ‘Steel Rock’.

Clang━!

Behind him was Asher, holding a large shield the size of his body.

“For Ethelred!”

Clank━!

Asher blocked the attacks that Victor could not, and the large-scale attacks, with his shield.

Behind them, the Ethelred Knights, working in perfect harmony, thrust their swords.

“…….”

Cain lowered his sword.

He could see why Hybolt called the Ethelred Knights 〈Blood Hoppers〉.

They didn’t move in a sophisticated, coordinated manner, but the individual strength of each knight was overwhelming, and they all charged forward with one heart.

Anything that stood in the way of their advance was shattered.

At the end of that line was Cain.

And at the very front of them.

Ardvark.

Lu Delbach.

There was Abel, wielding his sword.

He unfolded the honorable swordsmanship of Ethelred with the sword in his right hand.

En Zauer.

With the sword in his left hand, he unfolded the vicious swordsmanship that only mercenaries at the bottom of the continent learned.

The elf swordsmen who faced Abel were confused by the contradictory swordsmanship that one person simultaneously displayed.

The problem was that they should not be confused.

As a gap appeared in the elf formation, Abel sprinted, crossing his swords.

Abel-style Bright Light.

Cross Strike.

Kyrie Eleison.

Fwooosh━.

The wind was sucked in.

At the center of the swirling vortex, which seemed to pull down even the dark clouds in the sky, was Abel.

He looked at Cain’s back.

He saw the path Cain was trying to take.

And he saw Cain.

Abel’s brilliant and great talent brought the young boy the swordsmanship that the warriors of winter had forged with their spirit.

The horizontal swing and the vertical thrust intersected, grinding down the elf’s defenses.

“…….”

Cain’s purple eyes sparkled.

It wasn’t because of the light.

A long time ago.

Not as a worn-out warrior like now, but as a young boy who had a hard time getting through the day, he longed for that sight.

He longed for it, but he thought he would never see it. But now, his dream has come true.

Tears welled up in Cain’s eyes.

“All expeditionary forces, gather━!”

Olivia’s command rang out belatedly. Her voice spread throughout the plain through the magic loudspeaker that the commander-in-chief possessed.

The knights, who had opened their eyes thanks to Oleciren’s ‘miracle’ but were unable to distinguish between illusion and reality, rose like the undead.

“Qui-ck-ly━!”

Many were injured and unable to open their eyes.

But how much harsh training had they undergone?

The knights, who had trained rigorously under the commander-in-chief to fight the elves, followed her words before even thinking.

It seems this level of training was the bare minimum to wage war in the Northern Elf Forest.

Cain had only heard stories; it was his first time seeing it firsthand, and it was quite a sight to behold.

The situation progressed.

The tide of the battle turned.

It would have been the elves’ victory if they had endured, but now, with the expeditionary force and the Ethelred Knights on the field, it was not easy to predict the odds.

“Didn’t you say there were no other reinforcements in fate?”

Marquis Ross questioned Glumiêm as he turned his horse around.

He, too, should have grasped this situation beforehand, but he couldn’t grasp it while preparing the expeditionary force due to Rhys’s actions.

Of course, the Ethelred Knights were also secretive, and there was the fact that they intentionally covered it up with rumors of ‘Headbreaker’ leading the charge.

《There’s one more who doesn’t appear in my ‘fate observation’. I couldn’t see it because it was moving under his influence.》

Her cool green eyes take in the battlefield. The Ethelred knights charging in like a storm and the expeditionary forces falling back to reorganize their ranks.

Besides Cain, who else had escaped her eyes?

Glumiêm raised a finger.

And she pointed to the brown-haired young man slaughtering elves with two swords in hand.

《Shiny, do you know him? He looks familiar.》

As if he felt her gaze, Abel turned his head.

Marquis Ross, who saw Abel’s face, recalled a photo from a document.

“It’s Abel. Abel Ethelred.”

Kuooong━.

The air around Glumiêm grew heavy. An immense pressure spread, as if it would crush anything that existed.

《Ethelred, Ethelred! Those damn Ethelred bastards! So that’s the bastard that Arna tried to save even at the cost of her own life!》

Glumiêm raged.

Rustle━.

The trees in the forest shook their branches, and the strange sound of them colliding with each other was like the creepy sound of blades clashing.

Fwooosh!

The rough wind blowing from the forest was Glumiêm’s rage.

Cain turned his head to look at Glumiêm, who was exploding in anger.

She didn’t care and shouted as she pleased, as always.

《Why has it changed? There was nothing like this in the fate of that guy I saw before! The reason it’s changed enough to cover up those damn things is…….》

There was.

Glumiêm also turned her head.

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