Chapter 44.2: Melting the Ice (1)
Rude shouted.
Orphil, who had been blankly watching his life being treated like a commodity, scoffed at him.
If he was going to die at the hands of a princess or a rising Ethelred heir, he could accept it quietly.
But to be told such a thing by a mere Rude, even Orphil couldn’t help but laugh.
Rude, seeing the mockery, lost his temper and rushed at Orphil, grabbing him by the collar.
“What are you laughing at?!”
“Should I not laugh? A mere commoner child yelling in a situation like this.”
Isoel had called Rude a noble, but Orphil demeaned him as a commoner.
Thump.
Although Rude’s pockets had been emptied of stones, he had secretly hidden one. He shoved it in front of Orphil’s face and said,
“I can kill you right now!”
“Tsk, tsk, that’s why you’re a commoner.”
Orphil clicked his tongue and shook his head. It was Isoel’s words that stopped Rude, who was about to lose himself in rage.
“A knight walks on a blade. Mere death holds no fear for them.”
“……?”
“But honor, glory, the past—the things that make them walk on a blade are what they fear. You, Rude, may be able to kill Sir Orphil now, but you will only take his life. As a knight, he will live on forever.”
Rude pointed at Cain and raised his voice.
“He…… He was going to kill him, too! What’s the difference?!”
He still hadn’t lost all reason, as he addressed Cain with respect.
Isoel shook her head.
“Sir Cain captured him with his own strength.”
“You were the one who caught him.”
“He was the one who wielded the sword that is ‘me’.”
“Then release Orphil right here. I’ll defeat him and kill him myself.”
At that moment, Cain’s low voice cut in.
“Seeing you throw a tantrum, you really are a child.”
“……!”
Unlike when he had declared he would kill Orphil, Cain now wore a small smile on his face.
It was somewhat amusing to see the youthful impetuosity of a warrior who was once his comrade.
‘To think that such a child will one day become a warrior on the front lines. How surprising.’
And the sacrifices he made on that snowy field.
Cain, though too late, wanted to repay that debt.
Swoosh—
A black strike cut through the empty air.
There was not a moment’s hesitation.
Thud—
Oleciren, who had expected Orphil’s head to roll, squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away.
“Aaaargh—!”
But what she heard was a scream.
When she opened her eyes, it was Orphil’s left arm that was rolling on the floor.
“But since you can only throw tantrums when you’re a child, I’ll handle it this way.”
“Y, You said you’d silence him by killing him… huh?”
Rude asked, startled by the splattered blood.
Orphil, who had also expected to die, looked at Cain in bewilderment.
Cain chuckled.
“I chose the future over efficiency. And my friend told me not to kill him.”
Friend, Oleciren.
Her face flushed red at Cain’s words, and she quickly turned her head away.
Cain bent down and met Orphil’s eyes.
“Sir Orphil.”
“…….”
“I don’t know about the sins you’ve committed or your past. But if this little one wants to kill you this badly, there must be something there.”
Despite the pain of his severed arm, Orphil clenched his jaw and did not answer.
Cain pointed at his heart.
“It must be something that pricks at your heart as a knight.”
“Yes.”
Cain turned to Rude, who couldn’t keep up with the situation.
“I will give you both a future. Rude, become stronger and take your revenge with your own hands. And Sir Orphil, live an honest and new life if you can.”
A future that someone desperately wished for but could not have.
That was not Cain’s way. However, since Oleciren had said it and the two of them were not fundamentally rotten, he decided to do so.
“If you don’t like it, you can go to the Count’s territory and cling to Arian. What happens to you is your own business.”
Shing—
Cain sheathed Agweska.
Vanderbilt, who had been worried about Cain’s drastic change, nodded with a deep smile.
He was still rough around the edges, but he was proud of Cain for not breaking everything for the sake of efficiency and for sometimes taking the long way around.
And the things Cain did, not for himself, but for others.
The sight of Cain making concessions for him.
It was the moment when Rude Crowl finally found someone he could look up to.
Cain turned around, followed by Vanderbilt, Abel, and Asher.
Oleciren and Isoel exchanged glances, and Isoel approached Rude.
“We are also planning to go to the Count’s castle. Would you like to join us?”
Rude felt something hot streaming down his face. He glanced at Orphil and then followed Isoel.
“Lady Arian is—!”
Orphil’s voice cracked with pain, or perhaps regret.
“It is too dangerous for a princess of the Gypsum Flower or a successor of the Ethelred family to step forward.”
Orphil was picking up his severed arm.
He smiled bitterly, as if he had realized that the time he had lived so far had been not the time of the knight Orphil, but the time of the corrupt Orphil.
He cried out the truth as the first step toward building a new future.
“She’s always guarded by an unknown mercenary, uses suspicious funds, deals with drugs…”
Cain stopped walking.
He turned his head slightly and looked over his shoulder at Orphil, who seemed half-crazed.
“I know.”
“……?”
“Those bastards who throw away human lives like gambling money, crush the sorrow of others, and profit from the suffering of the world.”
They wouldn’t hesitate to kill to protect their identities.
They even used love to possess others and were willing to blow up this train to line their own pockets.
And Abel.
Cain’s fist clenched.
Abel’s final image, as he was being eaten by something silvery, came to mind every time he closed his eyes, and he saw the same thing.
It ended the life of Tedley Lamaring, who had joined hands with those nameless people.
Cain didn’t need to know anything more.
“You have Rude to deal with you.”
It was up to Rude to judge Orphil’s sins.
Then, whose role was it to kill those who would kill the future hero Abel and devour the world?
“They have me. If I see them, I kill them. If I hear them, I find them and kill them. If I smell them, I burn them all to death.”
Cain considered it his duty.
Booooom—!
At that moment, there was a huge explosion outside the window, and the glass of the carriage shattered.
Amidst the scattering, sparkling shards of glass,
“I kill, they die. There’s no need to know anything more.”
Cain drew his sword once more.
For the fight between Crowl and the unknown enemy was just begun.
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