The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 46.2

Chapter 46.2: Melting the Ice (3)

His body refused to speak because it was against his beliefs.

Arian clicked her tongue and took out her own perfume from her bosom. She naturally made the scent even stronger and asked.

“Give the order to these fools who hesitate to save a few citizens even though the witch is right before their eyes.”

“Kill, kill, kill……”

“Lord Count?”

Hwaa-aaah-ah.

With the gentle words and the suffocating scent, Garick’s eyes opened completely.

The order that was given like that.

“Kill them.”

It was the beginning of the ‘Battle of Ironheart,’ which followed the ‘Miracle of Ironbridge.’

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On the front lines lived a monster.

That monster was not a monster surging like an avalanche from beyond the Great Wall, but the absolute ruler of the eastern wall, ‘Lord East’.

“You want to be taught the sword?”

An old man with abundant white hair tied in a single line with a string made of monster hide.

He had a thick white beard on his chin and cheeks, and his shoulders were as wide as the wall.

And his back.

“Yes.”

A pure white greatsword, Winter.

The old man looked over the young man kneeling before him.

He couldn’t remember each and every warrior, but he was familiar with those who had survived for quite some time, and the young man’s face was familiar.

That’s why the old man continued.

“On the Great Wall, warriors share their secrets with each other. Even without my teaching, you will grow stronger if you live long enough.”

“But they are not Sword Masters.”

The young warrior’s immature words revealed his intentions.

The old man chuckled.

He took out a small flask the size of his palm from his thick coat to block the cold of the snowfield, took a sip, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

“Nonsense. You don’t even know what a Sword Master is, so tell me what you want me to teach you.”

The young warrior shook his head.

The bottom of the bottom, the Great Wall.

When he had lost the meaning of life, he saw the old man’s sword. It was very similar to the sword of someone the warrior had seen when he was very young.

“I know what a Sword Master is.”

“You’ve probably just seen someone wrap their aura around their sword and run around like a dope.”

“My father is a Sword Master.”

Suddenly.

The old man stopped for a moment.

Whenever countless people asked him for his teachings, he turned them away if they didn’t know what a Sword Master was.

Of course, he thought the young man’s answer would be similar to those guys so far. However, a completely unexpected story came out.

Family.

The old man started laughing, holding his forehead.

Then he asked with a serious expression.

“What is your name?”

Warriors do not ask about the past of other warriors. Names are also shared only between warriors who have spent at least a few years together.

Nevertheless, the fact that the old man asked meant that he liked the young warrior who was asking for his teachings.

“I am Cain.”

“Surname?”

“I threw it away.”

“Did you throw it away, or did you abandon it?”

The old man was sharp.

“I threw it away a little earlier.”

The desperate Cain was shameless.

“I have no way of knowing if your father is a ‘real’ Sword Master or not.”

“I only saw it once when I was young, but the moment my father drew his sword, day turned into night.”

The old man rubbed his chin with his rough hand.

Surely, he wouldn’t have said such a thing if he hadn’t seen the ‘real’ thing, not some crappy Sword Master.

Even if he was deceiving his current self with sweet lies, he liked Cain because it was valuable in its own way.

He looked into Cain’s eyes and said.

“You have fiery eyes.”

“It’s the first time I’ve heard that.”

“Well, you’re all fiery besides your eyes, so I guess it’s just an insult.”

“…….”

Cain was a little embarrassed by the fact that the old man, the absolute ruler and Sword Master of the Great Wall, was lighter than he thought.

He grinned.

“My name is Jonah. Johnny-Walker.”

“Yes, Lord East Johnny.”

“It’s long. Just call me Master.”

“……!”

Cain’s eyes widened.

Johnny Walker pointed to the distant horizon of the snowfield with one hand, pulling out Winter.

“I’ll be busy changing your stubborn self and teaching you ‘Bright Light’, but first I’ll have to show you my ‘real’ self.”

Swoosh—.

There was no swordsmanship.

He walked as if he was walking normally, and even his breathing didn’t change. But the pure white greatsword moved.

Pooooooooooah—.

The snowfield covered in white snow split open, revealing its crimson flesh.

Not only that.

Cain’s eyes turned to the void.

The falling snow does not come in the direction Johnny Walker’s winter pointed to.

“Higher.”

It was the first time he saw the blue sky since coming to the Great Wall.

There was a long sword mark on the dark clouds that always hung, and the clear sky could be seen through the gap.

Edmund Ethelred, the one who pierced the sun and made it fall.

And Johnny-Walker, the one who cut the clouds.

He was the second ‘real’ Sword Master that Cain had met.

He put his words into his breath, not knowing if it was a sigh or a gasp.

“This is my sword that has polished my years. Can you follow me?”

“If I follow you…… can I become a hero?”

Cain couldn’t have known who he was talking about. Johnny Walker shrugged his shoulders at his desperate purple eyes.

“You might be able to become someone’s hero.”

“…….”

“Just kidding. You can’t be a hero. If you follow me to the end, you have to continue ‘Winter’, so what will happen to the hero of ‘Summer’?”

“I see.”

The old man looked down at Cain, who looked a little gloomy, and drew the sword he was wearing around his waist.

Chaeng—!

He broke it right away.

Cain, who had been expressionless, was surprised, and Johnny Walker smiled mischievously.

“A guy with a lot of crap shouldn’t hold a sword. I’ll give you a second lesson. A fist is when you gather your four fingers and wrap them around your thumb.”

He showed him how to make a fist.

“The first weapon that the human race had was this fist and foot. So I will forbid you from using a sword for the next year.”

The human body was too weak to deal with monsters that were not only tough and durable, but also recovered quickly.

Telling Cain, who had to fight every day, not to use a sword was like telling him to die.

“Then I won’t be able to fight the monsters.”

The old man raised three fingers at Cain, who was freaking out, and said coldly.

“Third, if you don’t do what I tell you to do, my teachings end right there. Shut up and just punch.”

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CRASH!

The ice that had formed around the wildly dashing train began to cling to it, slowing its speed down considerably.

Clad in a flowing, pure white cloak that scattered like snowflakes, Cain looked back at Oleciren.

“Do you know a way to cover up a big incident?”

Even if her influence was weak, this wasn’t a difficult question for Oleciren, who had been a first princess.

“Cover it up with an even bigger incident.”

“I’ll cover it up.”

They hadn’t been traveling together for just a day or two. She instinctively predicted what Cain was going to do.

“Are you trying to kill them all!? You can’t! You absolutely can’t. I’d rather not receive Crowl’s support than kill innocent people……”

Winter’s lightning pierced through her body, making her tense up.

Swish.

Cain put Agweska away.

Then, as if following a teaching from long ago, he brought his four fingers together, wrapped them around his thumb, and made a fist.

“Saving everyone is a bigger incident than killing everyone.”

Atop the slowing train, Cain began to run towards Crowl’s soldiers, who were armed with spears and shields, kicking off from its roof.

Cain’s fist resembled Johnny Walker’s fist, and his back looked like a hero who was one of a kind to some.

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