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The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Operation Abel (3)

Whooosh━.

A sudden silence fell over the arena with the monster’s intrusion.

Oleciren, who had been trying to hide her anxiety with her fingers despite her calm expression, immediately rose from her seat.

“Stop!”

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack━!━!

Cain’s eyes widened at the deafening roar, like a saw blade breaking.

He could feel the power that enveloped even the vast audience, and Oleciren began to pour everything she had into her magic.

“Be sealed!”

A translucent, black, hemispherical barrier unfolded, encasing the arena where Abel, Edmund, and the royal assassin, the Apostle Golden Dawn, stood.

“I’ll take it from here.”

Cain jumped into the arena, grabbed the unconscious Abel by the neck, and tossed him out of the barrier.

Thud.

A sound like a door slamming shut suddenly rang out.

The barrier, created by Oleciren with all her might, trapped Cain, Edmund, and Golden Dawn inside.

He didn’t care.

He only had eyes for Abel, like a man thanking a single raindrop falling from the sky as he lay dying of thirst in the desert.

“Instead of just trying to kill your son, why don’t you kill that guy too?”

Cain nonchalantly pointed at Golden Dawn.

Edmund, unaware of the situation, readily nodded.

“I’m good at that.”

“I know you are.”

Edmund didn’t need a reason. He was a man of action, doing what needed to be done.

However.

“I guess I was the only one who thought this was a fight to decide the throne.”

Looking down from the VIP seats, Olivia spoke to Oleciren, who was pouring out her witch’s power with a chilling intensity.

“Was that your plan all along? To call Cain and deliberately create this situation?”

“……No.”

It was Isoel.

Washed and dressed in her knight’s uniform after the fight, she stood behind Oleciren.

“It changed when we were able to catch the real culprit midway.”

“The real culprit?”

Olivia looked up at the arena.

It was hard to see past the black shield Oleciren had created, but she had seen an old man enter.

Step━.

And then, echoing footsteps.

Two figures slowly entered the VIP seats.

“Yes, that man is the royal terrorist.”

It was King Hybolt, who had regained consciousness, and Saintess Caterina, who was supporting him.

Olivia’s eyes widened for a moment before she burst into laughter.

“I guess I was the only one out of the loop.”

“The situation……”

“I am the princess of Airian. Yet I was the only one kept in the dark about my father’s business.”

Plop.

Olivia slumped back in her chair.

She crossed her legs, rested her chin on her hand, and said no more.

She was glad that Hybolt had returned safe and sound, but even the Saintess, whom she had thought was on her side, had deceived her.

And it was not just any other matter, but one that involved the nation and her father.

“I don’t have time to deal with your tantrum.”

Oleciren said coldly.

Despite her words, her gaze remained fixed on Golden Dawn.

Olivia glanced at her, then remained silent, her face set with determination.

Hybolt smiled bitterly and took Oleciren’s seat, while she moved to the side, standing before the seat Cain had been occupying.

“How long can you maintain it?”

The Saintess was not pleased to see the witch wielding her power so recklessly right before her eyes. However, she knew in her head that it was necessary, so she didn’t comment on it.

Caterina asked as she pulled up a chair and sat beside Hybolt.

“Until that man dies.”

Oleciren declared, and the Saintess smiled bitterly.

Hybolt looked around as if searching for someone, then spoke.

“Where is Sir Wayne?”

He was nowhere to be found, which was unusual given his prior knowledge of these plans and his strict adherence to protocol when it came to Hybolt’s safety.

Oleciren shrugged and, with a sharp glance at the Saintess, said,

“He went to deal with the remnants.”

“That terrorist has a force?”

“Yes. 〈Caballeros Rebellion〉. A mercenary group hired by the Holy See to support the Saintess.”

“……!”

The Saintess’s eyes widened.

Even she hadn’t known this.

Oleciren shrugged again.

“You weren’t someone I could tell everything to.”

“You have changed a lot.”

The princess of Airian, the Gypsum Flower, Oleciren, had not been this way.

But as her hair turned black and her eyes were dyed with darkness, her demeanor had gradually changed.

Even Olivia, who had been listening silently, nodded in agreement.

“Because the time has come for me to change.”

Oleciren replied curtly to her words and turned her gaze back to the arena.

She was burning all her remaining strength to maintain the barrier.

As the relationships in the VIP seats shifted,

“Well, well, the rat comes out of hiding.”

Cain ran a hand through his hair and called out to Golden Dawn. He, who had been muttering to himself while staring at Abel, slowly turned his head.

“Are you confident?”

“My confidence lies in faith and the commonality.”

Golden Dawn rose from his spot.

He may have looked like an ordinary old man on the outside, but his grotesquely distorted voice and the aura he exuded made it impossible to see him as such.

He was like a being sculpted from despair.

Shing━.

Still without removing his bucket, Edmund once again drew his sword.

Clang.

Cain also drew Agweska from his waist.

Edmund and Cain, considered the strongest in Airian, stood on either side of him with their swords drawn, yet Golden Dawn didn’t even flinch.

“Seeing the islanders wield their swords was nothing but a clown show.”

“For someone who isn’t hundreds of years old, your speech and thoughts are ancient.”

Tat.

Cain took a step to the side, and Edmund mirrored his movement.

As the two prepared to unleash their full power with Golden Dawn in the center.

“But you, who are related by blood to our thee who shall not be named, are different. You are fertile ground for chance and necessity to intersect.”

Clickety-clack, clickety-clack!

Cain frowned at the sound of gears grinding once more.

And then, he felt a chill.

The hair on the back of Golden Dawn’s head parted, revealing a woman’s lips.

And that wasn’t all.

Cheeks, neck, arms, palms, ankles.

Lips, each belonging to a different person, appeared all over his body. Even Edmund frowned at the horrifying and grotesque sight.

Break.

Break.

Break.

All of his lips uttered a single word.

‘A witch’s incantation.’

Cain realized.

Those lips were collected by him.

He had cut out the lips of those with witch’s power and grafted them onto his own body!

“Witch Hunter……”

Not those who hunted witches for money. But those who ‘hunted’ witches to steal their witch’s power.

And one of the few who made a name for himself among such Witch Hunters, Jack.

A hunter who hid himself behind the most common of names.

Golden Dawn, reading Cain’s realization, opened his mouth.

“I caught two Numbers and forty-two ordinary witches.”

“Numbers?”

“Witches officially recognized by Primundi. Just like Glumiêm was the 8th Witch.”

“So there are witches without numbers?”

At Cain’s question, Golden Dawn smirked.

A mocking smile that seemed to say, ‘You don’t even know that?’ and ‘That’s the extent of your world.’

“You ignorant islander.”

Rumble━.

The barrier shook.

A total of forty-four mouths continuously uttered incantations, interfering with the barrier.

Then Cain chuckled.

“It seems you’re the ignorant one.”

“……”

“What good is a large number if they can’t even break through a single barrier she’s maintaining?”

“This is strange. How can a single witch be this powerful?”

Golden Dawn tilted his head in wonder.

He had felt it at the royal palace as well, but the witch’s power Oleciren wielded was off the charts.

“You just can’t admit that you’re weak.”

Swoosh━.

Cain took a step towards him, and Edmund matched his stride from the opposite side.

However, Golden Dawn didn’t seem to care as they approached, only tilting his head from side to side.

“Even if she is a Number, this clearly transcends the power of a witch. And what transcends a witch is━”

Ardvark.

Lu Rabada.

Before his words could end.

In that split second between breaths.

Shheeeeeeeeeeeeek━!

A moment that was unfair from the receiving end, but perfect for the attacker.

Edmund’s sword drew a silver streak through the air, thrusting straight towards Golden Dawn.

If Abel’s swordsmanship was strong and fast, there was something chilling about Edmund’s thrust.

Dark Sky.

Original Style.

Kyrie.

And from the opposite side.

Cain’s sword moved horizontally, aiming for Golden Dawn’s neck.

Caught between the silver thrust and the black slash that came at him in an instant, Golden Dawn clasped his hands together.

Crackle━.

An unpleasant grinding sound of teeth against teeth.

The witch’s teeth on his palms crushed against each other.

Fwoosh━!

White fangs sprouted from his entire body, covering him like armor and blocking their attacks.

“That’s twice for Ethelred’s sword.”

At that moment, Edmund stomped on the arena floor and pulled his sword with all his might.

Lu Delbach.

Crackle━!

A second strike, powerful enough to split a man in two and tear through the wind, erupted.

It was a fierce attack that shattered the fangs surrounding Golden Dawn upon contact.

“And I am Ethelred too.”

Cross Strike.

Kyrie Eleison.

The miracle of the cross, where the vertical moonlight and the horizontal sunlight meet.

The great sword strike drawn by the black Agweska shattered the other side of Golden Dawn’s defenses, aiming for his neck.

“……My apologies.”

Crackle━.

That unpleasant grinding sound again.

Teeth sprouted from Golden Dawn’s palms. Thousands of tiny teeth gathered, forming the shape of a sword.

One in each hand.

With one hand, he deflected Edmund’s thrust, and with the other, he blocked Cain’s Cross Strike.

Thud━!!

A defense that was easier said than done.

Blocking the attacks of Cain and Edmund, of all people, with just his hands.

It was an attack that would kill even an expert in one blow, but for him, it was nothing.

Craaaack━.

The arena began to crack, centered around Golden Dawn, who had received their attacks head-on.

No matter how sturdily it was built, it was no match for the attacks of two beings who transcended human limitations.

“Not a clown show, but a proper sword. And one of them is the sword of the snowy fields.”

Golden Dawn recognized Cain’s Dark Sky immediately.

“I don’t know how a sword from the eastern Great Wall ended up in this western backwater, but I’ll do my best as well.”

Flare━.

Flames ignited on the sword made of teeth.

The flames, initially red, soon turned blue and blazed fiercely. He glanced at Edmund with cold eyes.

Impact.

He aimed for Edmund’s waist and head with a high-speed movement.

Ardvark.

Final Form.

Claíomh Solais.

But Edmund also sensed the timing.

Though a little late, he thrust his sword, aiming for the face of Golden Dawn, who was charging at him with his most certain strike.

Click━.

The sword in Golden Dawn’s left hand pressed down on the lower part of the sword.

Click━.

The sword in his right hand pressed down on the upper part of Edmund’s sword.

Clang!!

His aura snapped the sword, which had been glowing brilliantly, in two. As if Golden Dawn’s sword had bitten through Edmund’s aura.

“Your best?”

At that moment.

Cain’s cold voice rang out from behind him.

『Samhain’s ‘Winter’…… Release.』

Cain, clad in a pure white cloak and crown formed by gathering all the darkness of the night and the chill of the snowy fields, smirked.

“This is what ‘best’ looks like.”

Winter of Night Winter of Night.

[The future is being consumed.]

An apostle who only spoke of flames with his words.

And Cain, who actually offered up his own life.

“And so is this.”

Edmund, unfazed by his broken sword, thrust his sword forward!

[World Line Fixation: ▲ 23%]

[The final chapter of ‘Spring’ sings.]

The last flower of spring blooms.

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