Chapter 49.1: The Siege of Ironheart (3)
「Sorcerers and sages are all the same.
Compared to them, even if they’re not as eloquent, heroes are the best, aren’t they?
You said you would defeat ‘all the kings of this world’ with the 〈Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons〉 and bring back God’s smile. How could I not follow you?
I will definitely see the golden dawn with you, hero. I’ll leave the sorcerers and sages behind.
As for the rest…….
━The Last Saintess speaks of the Hero”
“Damned adversary!”
The filth of the wall stained Arian’s once-radiant blonde hair.
“All the evils of this world that stand in the way of the golden dawn!”
As she rolled across the floor, her severed arms lying beside her, she spat out a curse.
“Now we will be watching you!”
Cain looked down at Arian.
The tip of Agweska, which he had drawn at some point, was precisely following Arian’s beating heart.
“Tell me more.”
Cain’s bloodlust, colder than the pain surging from his shoulders, tightened around her throat.
Arian went cold, as if doused with ice water.
Cain kicked aside her arm that had fallen near him and said,
“The reason I’m letting you live right now is because I don’t know who ‘we’ are.”
“……!”
Diez Arian.
She was surprised, curious, and horrified that the son of a mere count from this remote island kingdom, let alone the City Alliance or the Empire, had discovered their existence. It was unheard of, a sacred secret.
Then, as if she had remembered something, she smiled.
“Aha, Ethelred. Come to think of it, you inherited the blood of that wicked witch.”
“Witch?”
Cain tilted his head, feigning ignorance.
Seeing this, Arian, thinking she had grasped Cain’s weakness, spoke triumphantly.
“You fool. You don’t even know who your mother was! No matter how much you struggle, you are still dancing in the palm of our━.”
“Right, I don’t know much. But I do know one thing.”
Whoosh━!
Agweska drew a black arc. Arian’s ankle was severed and fell to the ground.
She lay in a pool of her own blood, her eyes wide with pain, unable to even scream.
Cain continued in a voice colder than the ice on the front lines.
“That my mother severed the limbs of an Arian she killed.”
“The reason why Arian (Siete, 7) the Seventh, never returned……”
“Now I understand why she did such a cruel thing. You lot seem to be even more vile vermin than witches.”
Thud, thud!
Even in her agony, Arian vehemently shook her head, denying Cain’s words.
Droplets of blood scattered in the air.
But they soon settled.
Pitter-patter.
The sky was clear, but as if waiting for her blood to spill, spring rain began to fall.
Like the tears of the suffering, the rain seemed to erase Arian’s existence down to the very last trace.
She cried out.
“We are saving this world!”
“By tearing apart loving couples and manipulating people with drugs and magic?”
And Abel.
Cain gritted his teeth.
He remembered Abel, who had been hailed as a hero but ultimately sacrificed. And those connected to Arian were most likely the true culprits.
At Cain’s hardened expression, Arian sneered.
“There are sacrifices that must be made for the greater good. As a noble, you should understand.”
Fwooosh━!
The raindrops swerved.
In a matter of moments, the rain became so torrential that even Cain’s murderous intent shied away from it.
━Sacrifice should only be one’s own. But those bastards behind the wall are throwing people away, demanding they sacrifice themselves on the front lines!
A sacrifice made by someone else’s hand is nothing but a mere offering.
The front lines were the continent’s garbage dump.
Those who lived at the bottom, those who had nowhere else to go, those who had been driven out…….
It was the final destination for such people.
The world of mankind within the walls endured day after day thanks to the crimson sacrifices of those who had been cast out.
Crack━.
Cain instinctively gripped the hilt of Agweska.
He now understood the words Johnny-Walker had spat out in anger.
That’s why he always pushed himself to the limit, burning himself, because he didn’t want to create any more sacrifices.
“If that’s what it takes to be a noble, then I’d rather not be one.”
“Hmph, how naive. Your strength may be great, but━.”
“I will kill all those nobles who do such things.”
She couldn’t finish her sentence.
Because when she met Cain’s violet eyes, burning with an unknown, immense rage, she was so overwhelmed that even the pain seemed to disappear.
“Whether it’s elves, kings, or even this world itself, if they force sacrifices upon others, I will kill them all.”
Arian instinctively realized.
That he meant every word.
His monstrous killing intent, which even bent the falling rain, was proof enough.
Cain lowered his gaze to her, the tip of his sword resting above her heart.
If there were an executioner in the afterlife, his gaze would be the same as Cain’s at that moment.
“And I will kill you too. Saving the world? Don’t make me laugh, you trash who burn others for your own gain.”
“No!”
“If you’re so righteous, then tell me. Who are you?”
Arian’s eyes trembled.
If Cain had come at her with the usual flowery rhetoric of nobles, she would have proudly deflected it.
But Cain was blunt now.
His every word was filled with sincerity and weight.
Arian responded.
“We are everywhere and nowhere. We are but ‘Commons,’ who serve the great ‘Flame’ that will bring a new dawn to this world.”
Cain frowned.
From the way they called themselves ‘Commons,’ he could sense their secrecy.
‘If you have no name, you cannot be called upon.’
It was only natural that neither Cain nor Abel in their previous lives knew their names.
How could they, when they called themselves ordinary people(common) without a name?
“A cult.”
Cain briefly summarized them, and at that moment, Arian’s eyes widened as she yelled.
“Nonsense!”
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