Chapter 19: Spring Day Passes (2)
Time passed, colorless.
The group had evacuated the people of Arzweber, and Cain and Oleciren sat on the flat rocks by the shore, looking out at the horizon.
The evening was approaching.
“Here it comes.”
Cain grabbed his broadsword.
He turned his back to face the sea.
His eyes stared at one spot.
The crimson sun painted the sky red.
The blood resembled flowing tears.
The sea, which had been blue until now, quickly turned red when it came into contact with the blood of the sun.
But it quickly lost its color.
The light that had illuminated the world faded, and darkness began to fall.
However, it differed from yesterday.
Oleciren looked up at the sky with trembling eyes.
“The stars…… are gone.”
Not a single one of the stars that were densely packed together was visible.
There was only an endless sky filled with darkness.
“Young Master!”
When Vanderbilt, Abel, Isoel, Arna, and Asher, who had previously been separated, approached, they became seven.
Thousands of colorful butterflies began to fly in from the horizon at high speeds.
“I welcome you to ‘Witch’s Night’ without running away.”
The butterflies gathered together to form the white-haired witch, Primundi, who let out a gentle laugh.
Gugugugu━!
The entire sea trembled and countless rough and pointed mountains rose up.
No, exactly.
“Kuaaaaaaaa━!”
They were monster teeth attached to a massive mouth that could cover the coast of Arzweber.
Primundi, the Witch of the Horizon, spoke, pointing at Cain and his party.
“With this, five of you would be enough as sacrifices.”
Cain then responded, pointing to her and Arthuan, who was slowly rising.
“In my eyes, two would be enough?”
The witch, Primundi, laughed seductively.
She seemed to be charmed by Cain’s confident attitude.
“Ethelred of the black hair.”
She stretched her arms wide.
Swoosh━.
The sea rose.
No, it was the enormous back of a monster buried beneath the sea.
A black dragon that had grown strong by feeding on the blood shed by the sun was standing there.
“I wonder if this child is as much of an enemy as you expected.”
Pur━ruck━.
It slowly flapped its wings behind Primundi and flew.
Arthuan, the black dragon, represented the darkest night and appeared from the sea.
The wind that blew from one flap of its wings was so terrifying that willpower melted.
Simply looking at it made it appear as if night had fallen.
“A bit weak?”
Cain spoke calmly.
Everyone looked at him with surprise.
He felt surprisingly at ease in front of the black dragon, which had far exceeded his expectations.
Primundi hovered above Arthuan’s head and asked Cain.
“Does the ‘Winter’ in your chest make your steps so confident?”
No one understood what the witch meant.
Only Oleciren suspected that ‘Winter’ might not be a metaphor.
No, there was just one other person.
“……!”
Arna’s eyes widened as if they were going to burst.
For Arna, who had been active on the continent before, the 〈Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons〉 were names that she could not ignore.
Because she understood why Cain had suddenly changed and grown stronger.
Primundi, the witch, tilted her head and looked around Cain.
“But I don’t know why it smells like winter when there’s no trace of that damn pure white greatsword.”
The Lord East passed down his pure white greatsword, ‘Winter,’ to his successors.
Cain was a little surprised that Primundi knew about the existence of Winter. He soon remembered that she was a witch who had been active on the continent and said,
“Do whatever you want.”
“…….”
Primundi glanced down at Cain, blinking once.
At the same time, the party members who had been frozen by Arthuan’s deadly aura began to relax as they heard Cain’s signature line.
Sling━.
It wasn’t the greatsword he’d used in the past, but it was still a reliable sword.
Thud.
Cain moved forward with his left foot.
He lowered his sword flat against his chest, pressing it to the ground.
At that point, a white aurora rose from the ground to the sky, freezing the sword like frost.
The tip of the sword pointed towards.
Primundi’s heart.
“Lift the curse, Witch of the Horizon.” Otherwise, I’ll tear that dragon apart.”
“This is the first time I’ve met someone as foul-mouthed as you among those who bear the name Ethelred. How did your parents teach you……”
Interrupting Primundi’s words.
“My mother is dead and my father is on the verge of death. I grew up alone.”
He took another step forwards.
Primundi smiled again as she looked at Cain, seemingly tired.
“That is a good spirit. If you defeat Arthuan, who was sleeping on the horizon, I will break the curse.”
Cain frowned at her unusual words.
Meanwhile, Primundi, the witch, had dispersed again.
All that remained was a huge black dragon, Arthuan, that flew over the black sea and covered the sky like a ceiling.
Cain shouted without looking back.
“Oleciren! Are you ready to face such a monster?”
She returned her gaze to Isoel, reflexively.
Isoel quickly touched her earring and shook her head.
Then Oleciren responded in a low voice.
“……Not enough.”
Chu━ul━suk━.
The sea swayed violently as if someone were shaking the surroundings, and when the wind became chaotic, Isoel yelled while holding her earring.
“But it will be enough to bring it down to the ground!”
Cain nodded and smiled satisfactorily to himself.
‘Even though you didn’t kill it in your previous life, I had some expectations, but this is good.’
Asher held the large shield that he had received from the start.
Vanderbilt stood behind him, holding a greatsword firmly in both hands.
Abel glared at Arthuan with fearsome concentration from behind Cain’s left side, while Oleciren and Isoel prepared on the right.
Paang━.
