The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 39.2

Chapter 39.2: The Train Heading Towards Spring (1)

Cain loved trains.

He liked how the scenery passing by quickly out the window somehow put his mind at ease.

Clatter━.

However, it was difficult to get used to the noisy sound the train made.

Oleciren, Isoel, and Vanderbilt, who had ridden the train for a while, seemed accustomed to the noise.

However, Asher, an ordinary knight, and Abel, as if they couldn’t adapt at all, had cotton in their ears.

Orphil Baytree, who came to pick up Cain and his party, took in their friendly appearance.

It was because he had one more thing to report to ‘that person’ as soon as he arrived.

“Brother, it’s noisy even inside, so how do people live outside?”

Abel asked, looking out the window.

As they were in the middle of downtown, they could see buildings rising three or four stories and people walking on the side streets.

Unlike Abel, who was in pain from the noise, they looked peaceful.

“They’ve adapted.”

“Can you adapt to this kind of thing……?”

“If you can’t, you have to live outside the city, and it’s hard. And it’s going to be a little harder for you because you used to live in the forest.”

Even though Ethelred was not developed, it was a city compared to the Northern Elf Forest.

The noise of the train would be even more difficult for Abel, who spent his childhood in a perpetually static forest.

And he swallowed his next words.

‘It’ll be harder because you have elf blood.’

Elves have sensitive hearing.

The reason why the ears of pure-blooded elves living in the forest are pointed is to hear a wider range of sounds.

No matter how quarter-elf he was, Abel also had some of that elf blood, so he would be sensitive.

However, with Orphil there as an outsider, Cain swallowed those words. He just said as much as he could.

Asher, the knight, whose face turned pale, carefully raised his hand and said,

“Lord, the noise is fine, but I feel so nauseous……”

“It’s motion sickness.”

“I’ve always been fine when I get seasick.”

“Ships and trains are different.”

Asher’s eyes rolled halfway back, and he slumped back in his chair.

Cain smirked as he watched one struggling with the noise and the other exhausted from motion sickness.

“We’re not going far anyway. Orphil, how long will it take?”

“It will take a little less than three hours since the Iron Bridge has opened.”

Oleciren looked at Orphil with a slightly intrigued look. Cain, who noticed it, asked,

“Is it famous?”

It was a place name he had never heard of.

Oleciren clasped her hands together and made a bridge by bending only her fingers.

“There is the largest canyon in Airian in Count Crowl’s territory. They connected it with an iron bridge so that trains could pass over it.”

“So they call it Iron Bridge.”

He was a little disappointed by the meaning of the name as it was, which was not very surprising.

Oleciren clicked her tongue.

“It’s passing over that huge canyon.”

“……?”

“Under the Iron Bridge flows the ‘Grand Orwell’, which divides this land from east to west, and you can see the endless canyon and the sky around it, so the scenery is amazing.”

Cain smiled wryly, knowing that she was speaking in terms of tourism.

He figured out roughly how it was structured.

“But isn’t it just a good place for a surprise attack? If you plant explosives in advance and shake it, you can hijack the train. If it’s an assassination, it would be enough to just break the bridge.”

Oleciren opened her mouth to say something but closed it again.

Thinking that no matter what she said, it wouldn’t reach Cain, she nudged Isoel, who was sitting next to her.

“You say something too. It’s no use me talking alone.”

“Young Master Cain is right. Even though Count Crowl says he will defend it, it is the most vulnerable part, so we need to be prepared.”

She chose the wrong ally.

Cain and Isoel exchanged glances, and Oleciren shook her head as she watched them.

Orphil looked at the gray-haired Oleciren.

No matter how he looked at it, she looked like the First Princess, but he couldn’t acknowledge her.

It would be rude unless she revealed herself, and if she was officially known as the princess, Crowl would have to give her its utmost attention.

It was better to pretend that she didn’t say anything and he didn’t know anything, just like now.

However, a princess is a princess.

Orphil got up from his seat to make a good impression on her.

“As it happens, the dining car sells the Iron Bridge Special. They also give related gifts, so I’ll go get some.”

Oleciren’s eyes sparkled.

She was always burdened by the weight of being a princess or a witch, but now she seemed like a girl her age.

“Okay……”

“Go ahead.”

Cain said, nodding his chin at the door.

Even if he hadn’t seen it, he couldn’t just let it go after seeing something she liked so much.

Oleciren looked at Isoel, and when she nodded, she straightened up.

“I’m going because you told me to go. Just so you know, I’m definitely not going because I’m curious about the……souvenir.”

“……Yeah. I’ll believe you if you wipe that smile off your face.”

Oleciren flinched slightly and then looked at herself in the windowpane.

Seeing that she was really smiling as Cain had said, she quickly changed her expression and went out.

Isoel silently followed her. Of course, she didn’t forget to give Cain a short bow before leaving.

While Orphil, Oleciren, and Isoel went to the dining car, and Abel and Asher were groaning, Vanderbilt asked in a low voice,

“Do you hear that?”

“Of course.”

The two looked up at the ceiling.

They had been feeling a very small vibration since boarding, despite the loud noise of the train and the sound of voices.

Thump━, thump.

At first, they didn’t know what it was, but as they listened, it was the sound of someone clinging to the ceiling of the train and moving or flying.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Vanderbilt said, grabbing the window. But then he hesitated.

His greatsword and body were too big compared to the window, which only opened halfway. So he tried to head for the connection part of the train, which was big enough for him to get out of.

Grab━.

Cain grabbed Vanderbilt’s arm and sat him down on the chair.

“I’ll do it. You stay here and watch these two rattling kids. It’s stuffy to sit here, so I’ll be back soon.”

“Yes, My lord.”

Vanderbilt nodded.

Abel and Asher only managed to raise their hands weakly.

Cain left a faint smile and slipped his body out the window, standing on top of the train.

Clatter━, clatter━.

A roar like a storm accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Perhaps they had left the city, the train picked up speed, and the noise grew louder.

Cain walked on top of the train, undeterred by the harsh wind.

Then, six cars back, on the ceiling, he saw a strange leather bag.

Tap.

He lightly jumped and examined the compartment, and it was a compartment for transporting pigs.

Cain looked down, holding an empty leather bag.

Whoosh━.

There was a hole leading to the center of the compartment.

When he brought his hand near it, a strange warmth remained. It was a hole made with a very small bomb.

Cain spread his palms and measured the size of the hole.

It was small.

A hole that a child of about ten years old could pass through. And it caused just the right amount of explosion.

Cain grinned and examined the leather bag. He saw broken stones.

[A branching point in fate has been discovered.]

[The affinity changes depending on the choice.]

He brushed back his black hair that fluttered in the wind and looked down at the pigsty below the hole.

“Interesting.”

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