The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 48.2

Chapter 48.2: The Siege of Ironheart (2)

The blood evaporated into white smoke, and his wounds healed rapidly.

Cain clicked his tongue inwardly.

‘Did he awaken the Troll’s regenerative abilities too?’

One of the biggest reasons why Trolls were difficult to deal with was their incredible resilience.

It seemed he had even awakened the characteristic of Trolls to relentlessly charge while regenerating, as long as they weren’t killed in one blow.

No matter how much Cain’s fists pounded him.

Never tiring, not caring about the wounds.

Thump━!

He continued his assault.

The damage inflicted upon Cain did not heal, while Garick continued to press forward, healing endlessly.

Even if it was hard to tell because of the speed, as it continued, people began to realize the direction of this fight.

“He’s won.”

Arian muttered, tightly clutching her fan.

Unless Cain used his sword to kill him with a single blow, in this kind of brawl, victory naturally belonged to Garick.

She trembled with a sense of victory that welled up from the bottom of her heart.

“Even the adversary is still human. With our flames, we shall……?”

But her words were cut short.

Thump━!

Garick retreated.

Garick, who should not have suffered any damage, took a step back, unable to withstand Cain’s fist.

Thump!

And two steps.

Thud━.

Arian dropped her fan, her mouth agape.

Kooong!

“I am!”

Cain’s fist erupted like a beam of light.

His face was a bloody mess, but Cain’s eyes didn’t waver.

The path of death that Cain Lord East, one of the world’s most prolific monster slayers, had always walked.

And the path of life that Cain, who had lived twice, now walked to save others.

“Cain Ethelred.”

Through hardship, Cain took a step forward.

He had parted ways with the past and bid farewell to the future.

『Current World Line Fixation……11%』

As if responding, the 『Four Seasons』, which had been silent until now, awakened.

『Arthuan……Removed.』

『Agweska……Acquired.』

『Early Winter’s Seal……Released.』

Swoosh━.

Strange constellations began to appear on the pure white cloak that had no pattern.

In the past, when he was called the Snowfield King, a mask was formed, but now, a pure white crown bloomed on him.

Kwaaang━!

The power of ‘Winter’ surged endlessly, and white lightning raged around Cain like a storm.

『Samhain’s ‘Winter’……Activated.』

Whoosh!

Cain’s wounds healed.

Unlike Garick, it was as if time was flowing in reverse.

“Kuaaaaaaaaaaa━!”

Garick, who had been pushed back, roared and lowered his body.

He put so much force into it that all his muscles bulged out. But the Troll’s regenerative abilities strengthened him once more, like a monster.

Thud━.

Garick kicked off the ground.

His massive fist, now even closer to a Troll’s, came pouring down.

Chin.

There was no more exchange of blows.

Cain, adorned with a pure white cloak and crown, caught his fist as if plucking a falling leaf.

Crrrreak━.

And crushed it.

Garick’s massive physique and enormous muscles were rendered powerless, and he began to collapse to the ground.

“Let’s stop here. Don’t you have people you need to protect, Lord Count?”

“Grrrrrrr.”

Garick crashed onto the cracking earth, still struggling to overcome Cain’s strength.

His words didn’t get through at all.

Whoosh━.

Garick’s fist struck Cain’s left side, a spot he hadn’t been able to target before.

At that moment, Cain’s violet eyes flickered.

It wasn’t difficult to block, but the transformed ‘Winter’ stopped Cain.

Thud.

The fist only tore Cain’s clothes, and the jewelry box that Brediol of Lamaring had given him, saying it might be helpful, fell out.

The jewelry box, which had endured the impact of the battle until now, was now covered in cracks.

As if this last impact was the final straw, it shattered, and a small bird carving appeared from within.

“Mi…a.”

As soon as he saw it, Garick stopped.

Then, with trembling fingers, he picked up the bird carving.

A bird carving stained with both Cain’s crimson blood and Garick’s blue blood.

“Kill him, Garick!”

Arian’s shriek rang out from afar, but it didn’t reach him.

“Mia, Rude…”

Garick’s tears fell.

And as they did, the blood that had stained it seemed to wash away, revealing the fluttering of dove’s wings.

Cain sensed it.

Garick, who had lost himself to Arian’s schemes, was beginning to regain his senses.

‘So Brediol’s gift was helpful in this way.’

He had never imagined that the jewel case he had received from Lamaring would be used in this way.

Moreover, Cain felt a strange sense of incongruity with how ‘Winter’ reacted as if it had anticipated this.

It meant that the ‘Winter’ he knew was ending, and something new was taking root within his heart.

“I want to see……”

Thud━.

Garick clutched the bird carving and collapsed, losing consciousness.

Cain was victorious.

Those who witnessed the majestic battle that shook heaven and earth erupted in cheers of astonishment.

Waaaaaaaaaaah━!

It was truly a miracle.

A moment when no one remembered what Oleciren had done.

Shing━.

Cain didn’t revel in his victory.

He drew the Sword of Despair, Agweska, and dashed towards Ironheart.

Ignoring the vertical wall, he leaped up and confronted the blonde Arian.

She was strangling her own neck with both hands and looked at Cain as she spoke.

“You must be pleased with your victory.”

“Are you pleased that the obvious happened?”

Arian faced Cain.

As she met his mystical violet eyes, she felt something fundamental within her waver.

Clench━.

She never wanted to do this, but with all her preparations failing, she had no choice but to play her last card.

“Nothing will go according to your will, adversary!”

Blue waves emanated from her arms.

It resembled the waves that appeared when a witch performed a miracle, yet it was subtly different.

As her own hands dug into her neck, Arian cried out.

“Our flames━.”

“I won’t miss this time.”

Saaa━.

Along with Arian’s lush blonde hair, black lines were drawn across both her shoulders.

Thump━.

“Kyaaaaaaaa!”

A high-pitched scream rang out from behind, followed by the muffled sound of limbs falling away.

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