The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 43.2

Chapter 43.2: The Train Heading Towards Spring (5)

The train, which had crossed the canyon on the ice bridge, slowly began to descend to the ground. The long train, miraculously connected to the original track, returned to its path.

Before the canyon was desolate, but beyond the ice bridge, a different world unfolded.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—!

Red flowers, pink flowers, yellow flowers.

A flower field.

Countless flowers, to the point where it was meaningless to count them, were brightly coloring the desolate land.

A long, long winter was over, and spring, the season of blooming flowers, had arrived.

‘Spring’ spread his arms towards the flower field. Wind swirled around his arms as he stepped forward, scattering flower petals.

【Winter is bound to end, and spring is bound to come. So, the spring you found… your spring…】

‘Spring’ became more and more transparent.

The flower petals that had been brushing past him now passed through him one by one.

Poke—

He poked Cain in the chest with his index finger.

【Cherish the future you have chosen. That will become your destiny.】

“……What if the future I chose was wrong?”

Cain asked a question that he couldn’t ask anyone, a question he couldn’t know the answer to even after living twice.

Smirk—

There was no answer.

Because ‘Spring,’ who could give him the answer, disappeared with a strange smile.

But somehow, Cain felt like he had gotten an answer.

Unpredictable spring.

Destiny, which had no right answer.

Then wouldn’t the future also be uncertain?

“Brother.”

Abel approached.

He looked even paler up close. Cain hurriedly grabbed Abel’s arm.

“Let’s go down for now. It’s more dizzying up here.”

“I lived by sucking on my mother’s blood.”

Like a rock that had been in place for hundreds of years, Abel didn’t budge.

As Cain met his eyes, Abel looked at him with his characteristic brown eyes.

“And now I am living by sucking on my brother’s blood.”

“What are you talking about? Who said that?”

Seeing the adult Cain, ‘Spring,’ and the current Cain together, Abel seemed to have made up his mind.

“So I won’t ask anything. What that tremendous chill was, why you suddenly changed your sword.”

He brought up the things he thought he should tell him one day.

Abel’s eyes sank.

And he brought up the words he had hidden deepest in his heart.

“And why the look in your eyes when you looked at me changed.”

“My eyes?”

Cain tilted his head.

“When you first saw me, your eyes held pity and trembling, and when I showed my talent in swordsmanship, fear was added.”

Cain closed his mouth.

He couldn’t remember clearly because it was something from the distant past. But Abel was probably right.

Even though it was faint, Abel, who had the blood of an elf, had the ability to read his surroundings well.

“But that day, the day Philip arranged a mock battle between you and me, your eyes held only regret.”

It was only natural since he had returned after regressing, but the only one who noticed that naturalness was Abel.

“People can change if there’s a reason. But that day, you changed without any reason.”

No matter how clever Abel was, he couldn’t have guessed that Cain had returned from the future.

“And you grew strong. To the point where I won’t be able to catch up even if I work as hard as I can, with borther in front of me.”

“…….”

“So I will try harder. I will not just stand behind you and suck your blood, but I will stand in front of you and protect you, brother.”

Cain looked at Abel.

It had only been a month since they started living together, but it had been a more intense time than the 20 years of his previous life.

That’s why it changed.

The brothers, who had been nothing but a shell, became real brothers, and their relationship became one where they could confide in each other.

Cain wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

But he felt good.

Because Abel, who could be seen between the flower petals fluttering in the wind, was real.

“I look forward to it.”

Cain turned around.

He moved towards the window he had jumped out of to go to Oleciren, who would be waiting in the engine room.

Abel, with his pale complexion, followed behind Cain. As they walked through the flower field, flower petals continued to cling to them.

“It’s definitely gotten less cold.”

Abel said, brushing off the flower petals.

Unlike the Northern Elf Forest, which maintained a similar climate all year round, southern Airian had four distinct seasons. Therefore, the change of seasons was fascinating to Abel.

“Yes, spring has come now.”

Oleciren seemed to be doing her best in the engine room, as the train was moving smoothly.

In the distance.

Ironheart, the city with Crowl County, which was emitting black smoke, began to appear.

The train carrying spring ran.

However, whether that spring was a real spring, flower petals, or the future of Cain, Abel, and Oleciren, no one knew.

🔹🔹🔹

Click━.

Diez Arian bit her nails, her legs trembling with anxiety.

Her shiny nail, coated with saliva, fell to the ground. A man in a black mask, with only his eyes visible, bowed his head to her.

“The future I saw with the ‘Witch’s Eye’ has changed.”

“I know! I’m not blind, I saw an ice bridge that appeared at the Iron Bridge, too!”

Unlike other routes, the path through Ironbridge led directly to Ironheart.

As expected, she was informed of Cain’s actions almost in real time.

“How many Daybreakers can we assemble right now?”

“It’s neither a continent nor an allied zone, so…….

“The fact that you’re rambling means it’s just you, right?”

“That is correct.”

“Be honest. If you and I combine our powers, can we kill this new adversary here?”

Diez Arian was serious.

Although she was a woman who valued her own life more than their ‘goal’, she wasn’t foolish enough to ignore the ‘goal’ that was right in front of her.

However, she couldn’t help but ask, as she had little experience in direct combat, given her role.

The man in the black mask raised his finger and began to calculate something.

Then he shook his head.

“It’s impossible because we don’t know exactly who the adversary is.”

“And if we did, you could use ‘that technique’?”

The man hesitated for a moment before nodding. Arian was urging him to use a technique that was a surefire kill, one that would leave him in no condition to continue.

She was devising a plan to discard the man more carelessly than a chess piece when she slammed her white fist against the armrest of the sofa and swore.

“Damn it. Damn it! We had already accomplished our mission anyway, shouldn’t we just run off?”

“If we run away scared of this adversary, the Golden Dawn will chase us down and take our heads.”

Bang━!

She slammed her fist down on the dressing table. The dressing table split in half with a crunch under the blue mana that had been gathering in her arm.

Then, with a chilling look in her eyes, she looked at the man and asked,

“What about Garick?”

“The brainwashing is still incomplete. His physical resistance is so strong that……”

This was the truth about Count Garick, who was rumored to be ill.

She put her thumb to her neck, making a throat-slitting gesture, and muttered,

“It should be no problem killing someone we don’t even know the face of. Then let’s welcome the adversary. Since there will be plenty of people who will fight for us.”

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