The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 48.1

Chapter 48.1: The Siege of Ironheart (2)

[The seal of early winter is coming to an end.]

Cain’s eyes narrowed.

“Kuaaaaaaaaaaa━!”

Although a mere human, Count Garick’s form faintly overlapped with a ‘troll.’

More precisely, it was his heart.

He was the culprit cursed with the same ‘curse’ that afflicted Rude.

Cain didn’t know how strong Garick originally was, but as long as that heart was beating, he would unleash tremendous power, even burning his life force.

The power of ‘Winter,’ now further enhanced, revealed the truth that Cain would not have normally seen.

Whooosh━!

A cloud of dust rose from where Garick stood, and he charged towards Cain.

Until just now, they looked as small as the palm of each other’s hands, but in an instant, Garick’s fist appeared gigantic.

Fit━.

Cain lightly stepped sideways with his left foot.

Wheeing━.

Garick’s fist passed right in front of Cain’s nose.

Cain smoothly evaded his charge.

Unable to control his own power, the exploding Garick ran past Cain for a long time before stopping, scraping the ground.

“Grrrrr.”

There was no human there.

There was only a monster left with the power and spirit of a ‘Troll’ growling with crimson eyes.

“It’s unfortunate, Lord Count. We could have met under better circumstances.”

Cain turned his head and looked back at the wall.

There, the blonde Arian, the cause of all this, was fanning herself, looking down at them.

Wooowooo━.

Cain’s murderous intent erupted.

Garick instinctively cowered, and even Arian unconsciously stepped back.

“You ruined everything with your petty tricks.”

A chill that seemed to freeze one’s soul.

‘This is truly an adversary…….’

Even her senses couldn’t fathom what was swirling around Cain.

She gritted her teeth and straightened her back.

Otherwise, she felt like she would collapse.

Cain didn’t say any more.

Swoosh━.

He just ran his finger across his neck horizontally. No one could have missed the meaning.

And then he looked back at Garick.

[‘Winter’ whispers of causality.]

The first Crowl integrated the power of a troll into his heart.

Since then, it has been passed down from generation to generation, naturally gaining resistance to fire and a robust physique.

However, unless there is inbreeding, the blood will become diluted. By the time of Count Garick, only a mere fraction remained, like a fingernail.

‘Rude is an exception because he uses his abilities.’

Perhaps Garick’s marriage to Mia, despite opposition, wasn’t just about love but also intertwined with the secret of blood.

But that didn’t matter now.

Clench━.

Cain shook off his thoughts and raised his fist.

“I don’t know if you can hear me.”

Thud.

Cain’s left foot stomped on the ground.

Without using ‘Winter of Night,’ his flowing white cloak rippled, and his violet eyes fixed on Garick.

“Forgive me.”

Count Garick.

Apart from the blemish of taking Arian as a concubine, leading to this calamity, he was not a bad nobleman.

He wasn’t an exceptional talent, but the Royal Intelligence Service assessed him as someone who steadily managed his territory.

As such, Cain respected Garick and brought out the best method he could.

“Sometimes, the only way to settle things with a madman is to beat some sense into him.”

Whoooong━.

Petals danced between them, carried by the black wind blowing from Ironheart.

At that moment, Cain moved.

Garick, no longer able to evade Cain’s killing intent so easily, began to circle around him, keeping his distance.

Everyone watching the fight between a noble human and a crazed monster knew instinctively.

That everything would be decided in this match.

Oleciren clasped her hands together.

She didn’t know how effective a witch’s prayer would be, but she prayed to God.

That Cain wouldn’t get hurt.

Knowing that he was stepping forward to cover up her actions, she wished for it all the more fervently, and Isoel understood her feelings.

To ease her burden even a little, she spoke.

“The current Crowl Lord Count looks like a monster, Sir Vanderbilt. Is Sir Cain good at monster hunting?”

“Hmm.”

Vanderbilt scratched his cheek.

There’s a big difference between humans and monsters.

He couldn’t say for sure that being good at fighting humans meant being good at hunting monsters, so it was a difficult question to answer.

“He is.”

At that moment, Abel declared with certainty.

“There’s nothing my brother can’t do.”

“…….”

Isoel smiled awkwardly, neither confirming nor denying.

Abel’s words were blind faith, but Oleciren raised her head as if terrified it would end, so she achieved her intended purpose.

“Let’s watch.”

Oleciren said.

So everyone looked back at Cain and Garick.

Pat━!

Cain made the first move.

Cain charged, and Count Garick, instead of dodging, roared and collided head-on!

Bang!

Fist against fist.

Kwaaang━!

The crazed Garick, a human who had awakened the power of a monster, and.

Kwaang━!

Cain’s fist, imbued with the Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons, clashed head-on.

Each time, a shockwave erupted alongside an earsplitting roar.

Cain thrust his fist.

Kwa━ang!

Garick once again met it head-on with his own fist.

Ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times.

Neither of them backed down a single step.

A dazzling and desperate spectacle of relentless fists clashing.

The earth began to crack around them like a drought-stricken field.

The onlookers staggered from the wind generated by the colliding fists.

“Cain━!”

A single voice pierced through the roar.

Oleciren cupped her hands around her mouth and called his name.

“Win!”

Bang!

In that instant, Garick’s fist slammed into Cain’s jaw. Cain’s head snapped back, and blood spurted from his nose.

Oleciren froze, wondering if this had happened because of her words.

Kwaang━!

Cain coldly seized the opening created by Garick’s large movement and thrust his fist into his ribs.

“Cough.”

Garick coughed up blood from the heavy blow.

The blood that should have been red had a strange bluish tint like a monster’s, clearly showing that Garick was not in his right mind.

Kwakwakwang━!

Cain’s fists continued to dig into Garick’s jaw and solar plexus. Dark blue blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, and ears.

However.

Sizzle━.

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