The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Calm Before the Storm (1)

「Changing the world was never easy.

I had to save those who deserved to die.

And I had to kill those who deserved to live.

I defeated the Demon King of the Four Seasons, who interfered with the eternity of this world and brought about the cycle of seasons, but the world remained the same.

I prayed to God and wept, but it remained the same.

Damn this world.

This world that refuses to be fixed.

This world that won’t even let me reveal my own name, ■■■.

God, I resent you.

Why did you watch me and smile and weep? Why did you wish for me to protect your world?

And why did you abandon me?

I will meet you again.

I will gather this world that has spread out so much that you have become dispersed, and crush it in this hand.

Then will you appear?

—From the Diary of He Who Shall Not Be Named

🔹🔹🔹

Count Ethelred’s territory, Æðelwealh.

A half-broken rock where Edmund thrusts Claíomh Solais while holding onto the holy sword, ‘Summer.’

Was it because of that?

Kwaaang━.

The sea, which was always shrouded in an ominous fog and rough, was now so calm that the word “millpond” came to mind.

The horizon of that sea.

From beyond the horizon, towards the continent, a ship that had once been here was approaching.

“It’s far.”

The apostle, Golden Dawn.

His thick white hair was wet from the sea wind, and his piercing eyes stared straight at the land of Airian.

Beside him was a member of the Doctrine Protection Force, his expression half-dazed.

“Soon.”

The old captain of the ship respectfully clasped his hands together and bowed his head, replying to Golden Dawn’s words.

“It must have been hard, carrying the saintess.”

“I only went forward, believing that the Golden Dawn would come.”

“May thee who shall not be named bless you.”

Golden Dawn clasped his hands together for a moment and blessed the captain. The captain also clasped his hands together piously and replied.

“May the Dawn’s grace be with thee who shall not be named apostle.”

“Your quick movements have shortened the time.”

Golden Dawn’s words enveloped the ship. Those who had been hurriedly spreading the sails and preparing the ship all bowed their heads.

As their representative, the old captain spoke.

“We exist everywhere.”

“Ho ho, and we who are nameless are nowhere.”

The old captain, the sailors, the member of the Doctrine Protection Force, and Golden Dawn.

They did not call each other by name. If they were not defined by their names, they would be nothing more than passersby.

That was the common people.

People who are not noticed by anyone in the world, but who have their own stories and lives.

“It’s really gre……at! How did you get here from the Holy See in three days?”

The member of the Doctrine Protection Force was amazed by the overwhelming power of the Commons. At a normal pace, it would usually take several months to travel from the Holy See through the Empire to Airian.

Even if you took a train or a horse in the middle, it would normally take more than ten days.

However, they arrived in Airian after seeing the sun rise only three times.

“Is it possible that 〈Lil〉 is also us?”

That power was due to the spatial translocation gates that the magic city of 〈Lil〉 had created all over the continent.

Since they were usually managed strictly and were expensive to use, only the wealthy and powerful in each region could use the gates to travel.

However, Golden Dawn and the member of the Doctrine Protection Force took the gate several times, quickly reaching the westernmost port on the continent and boarding the captain’s prepared ship to arrive in Airian.

“We must not know ourselves either.”

Golden Dawn said with cold eyes.

“I misspoke.”

The member of the Doctrine Protection Force turned pale for a moment and knelt down on one knee.

Golden Dawn watched for a moment, then helped him up and patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s okay. You have a big job to do now.”

“A big job……?”

“Ho ho.”

Golden Dawn said no more.

It was unknown whether it was because of the white cliffs reflected in his blue eyes or because he could not see the dawn if he did not say anything.

Creak━.

The ship passed the half-ruined Æðelwealh and reached Ethelred.

Golden Dawn jumped down, carrying the member of the Doctrine Protection Force, and asked.

“Do you know the nickname of the island of Airian?”

“I’ve heard it’s the Island of the Reclusive Elves.”

The confrontation between humans and elves in Airian was a hot topic of conversation among intellectuals on the continent.

The war that was taking place in a distant foreign land that was not their own was nothing more than a spectacle.

Golden Dawn nodded slowly.

“That’s true. But I call this place something else. The Island of Witches.”

“The Island of Witches?”

“This island has always been known for producing many excellent numbered witches.”

“Ah.”

“You won’t see much of it in the Lalangde Zodiac, though.”

The member of the Doctrine Protection Force nodded at Golden Dawn’s words.

The Lalangde Zodiac, which hunted witches all over the world in the underground of the Palace.

It was created not only by the Holy See.

It was an item created by the technicians of the magic city 〈Lil〉 and the merchant city 〈Delft〉.

And the Commons, which had deep ties to such city alliances, would have done something at that time as well.

Gulp━.

The member of the Doctrine Protection Force swallowed.

For some reason, he felt like he was getting to know too much. And it felt like it was choking him.

Thud thud━.

Golden Dawn walked on, casually patting the member’s shoulder.

“Don’t think too deeply. Think of only one thing. Of our flame.”

“We will renew the world.”

The two walked towards Airian.

The people on the ship, who had been watching them intently,

“With our flame.”

Kwagagang━!

Detonated a bomb.

So that it would be impossible to know what ship had been there.

“We will renew the world.”

In the pure, high-temperature flames, they smiled like martyrs sacrificing themselves.

And so, in those fierce flames, they burned and disappeared.

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Everwyn blinked her eyes.

It was still strange to her that she had not yet disappeared, and that she had come to the White Palace where she had lived, in the kingdom of Lindbloom.

“I’m here…….?”

Beside her were Oleciren and Hybolt.

The two smiled at Everwyn, who was looking around the palace in a daze. She was a little different, but everyone who should be here was in their place.

And just a little bit.

The two decided to be grateful to the World Tree and Marquis Ross.

“That’s strange.”

Everwyn muttered after a while, looking around her room in the White Palace.

“What do you mean? We kept it as close as possible to what it was when you were alive.”

Hybolt asked.

Of course, Everwyn, who only had memories of before she entered the palace, might find it strange. However, there was a strange meaning in her words.

“Didn’t I say that I failed to overcome Ross’s curse and went mad?”

“Yes.”

“If Heatherward is Ross’ sword, then I am Ross’ head. Instead of losing my power, I found a way to almost remove Ross’ curse.”

She walked around her bed several times and kicked a few spots with her foot.

Thud━.

She found a place that did not make a hard sound but instead rang strangely.

“……!”

It was the existence of a space that even Hybolt or Oleciren, who had been searching for this place, did not know about.

Everwyn smiled slyly and bent down.

“I guess it’s true that I became queen. I can tell by the way this pattern was made.”

“If you open that…….?”

She shook her head.

“Don’t open it right away. These spaces can be discovered at any time, so I set up traps as well.”

Everwyn looked around the space around the floor that made a thudding sound, then

Creak━.

She turned a few candlesticks and decorations.

The objects moved as if nothing had happened and were cleaned, but as Everwyn moved them in order,

Clank━.

The stone on the floor lifted slightly.

It was hollowed out a little at the bottom so that it would be easier to lift.

“As expected of me. I knew that if I had the money, I would be able to do this.”

She clenched her fists and rejoiced.

Oleciren and Hybolt looked at her as if they were tired, and she turned her eyes away and made excuses.

“When I was in Ross, I was limited in what I could spend or get, so I couldn’t do this much. I thought I would be able to do it when I became queen, so I’m glad my dream came true…….?”

“Yes…….?”

Oleciren always felt a pain in her heart when she thought of Everwyn, who had died when she was young.

That was because many of her memories with her mother had been embellished before they could be built up, so that much of what she knew about her was idealized.

However, Everwyn, who appeared as a girl even younger than her, was a good woman who was just as mischievous as she was clever.

Oleciren looked around.

She could see Hybolt nodding his head with a smile.

“Why are you doing that?”

He asked Oleciren.

“No, it’s nothing.”

She thought it was a good match for them to become husband and wife.

Anyway, the girl Everwyn slowly opened the lid, and there was a space the size of a box on the floor.

Under the lid she had taken out.

Oleciren pointed to the attached scroll.

“Is that━?”

“Yeah, a magic scroll. It’s probably a low-level firewind?”

No matter how low-level it was, it was a deadly magic that could create a firestorm, as its name suggested.

Everwyn, unaware of Oleciren’s gaze, continued to speak excitedly.

“If you don’t open it in order like before and force it open, it’ll go bang━! and explode.”

“Why would you keep such a fearsome magic scroll next to your bed?”

“That way, my research results won’t be stolen. And it’ll burn the thief to death. But don’t worry, it’ll never explode if you don’t know this mechanism.”

“Yes…….?”

Everwyn reached out and took out several items hidden in the ground.

They were mostly notebooks and pens, but there were also vials of unknown potions.

Rustle━.

She flipped through her research notes, checking how far she had come in the future, and then looked up.

“I’m sure. I overcame Ross’s curse.”

Everwyn had questioned her own death ever since the Deep Forest near the World Tree.

And now, that question had been partially answered.

“And I fell into a trap.”

“A trap?”

“Someone knew about my curse. They forcibly triggered the curse that had been suppressed to the point of being invisible.”

“Who would do such a thing━.”

Everwyn’s eyes widened for a moment.

The string attached to the firewind scroll on top of the lid was being pulled.

Her detonation device.

The long window that led outside her room.

“With our flame━.”

A man with his eyes half-open!

It was a man wearing a robe that only clergy of a rank that could enter the Imperial Palace could wear.

He muttered, clutching the silver thread tightly.

“We will renew the world━!”

In a fleeting moment that would be difficult for ordinary people to react to.

“It’s not a low-level scroll━.”

Crash━!

Everwyn was startled by the changed scroll and immediately wrapped it around her body.

Hybolt wrapped his body around Oleciren, who was beside him.

Kwagagangagangagang━!

The highest-level firewind scroll exploded.

The explosion was weakened by Everwyn’s body blocking it, but a huge pillar of fire rose up, shaking the palace’s great magic barrier.

Gigigigigigig━!

A black wave rose up belatedly.

Oleciren, her eyes and hair now black, stared blankly ahead.

“Our daughter━.”

Everwyn’s sacrifice weakened the explosion, but her body was not intact. Only her head remained, uttering a single word and closing her eyes.

Hybolt was saved by Oleciren’s power, which came a little late, but the back of his body was already charred black.

And beyond where the window had been.

The priest embedded in the wall of the White Palace muttered the same words over and over again.

“Kukuk━ With our flame━.”

On the land of Airian, which had been relatively peaceful with the presence of the outsider, the Elf Queen Glumiêm.

“We will renew the world━.”

A storm of fire was beginning to approach.

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