The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 50.1

Chapter 50.1: The Green Queen, Twilight Sword (1)

Arna’s eyes darted between the corpse and Glumiêm.

Glumiêm, made of smoke, pointed her pipe at the body.

《Curious about this?》

“……Yes.”

《That’s the assassin I sent to kill you. A shiny piece, but I suppose sending more would be pointless now.》

“Shiny?”

Glumiêm smiled faintly.

Even though she was a shape made of green smoke, it was still beautiful.

Even among the elves, famous for their beauty, Glumiêm was exceptional.

《It’s a nickname I gave him because his head was so shiny. Of course, who he is is a secret.》

But Arna’s back was already damp with cold sweat.

Glumiêm’s strength wasn’t what scared her.

Neither were the northern elves she led.

However.

《Oh, how grateful you must be. Don’t you think it’s an act of mercy that I decided not to kill you?》

Arna didn’t answer.

She just kept her bow tightly strung, not letting her guard down.

Glumiêm clicked her tongue as if her interest had waned and took her pipe out of her mouth.

She pointed the end of it at Arna and then out the window.

《Instead, I’ll kill your son. Your sin is bearing a life, so it would be fair to take a life in return.》

Glumiêm laughed.

Arna couldn’t laugh along.

If Abel died, all the pain Arna had endured so far would be meaningless, and she would fall into despair.

That was the Arna that Glumiêm wanted to see.

Arna deliberately straightened her back. She would never bow down, lest she give her the satisfaction.

Besides, no matter how terrifying and powerful Glumiêm was, the elf queen and witch, there was no reason to bow down because she had met someone even more magnificent.

Arna spoke calmly.

“That will be difficult.”

Glumiêm’s eyes narrowed for a moment.

Unexpected.

She didn’t think Arna would beg for her life, but she expected her to put up a fight.

But she was calm.

No, beyond calm, she was confident, not worried at all.

Glumiêm asked back.

《Why?》

“Because Abel is not alone.”

“Who do you trust? Edmund, that monster, was eaten alive by the sea.”

Edmund Ethelred.

Count Ethelred, the father of Cain and Abel.

And the strongest sword in the kingdom.

Glumiêm was arrogant, but even she had to take a few steps back from Edmund.

Arna chuckled at Glumiêm’s ignorance.

“You don’t seem to know how my curse was lifted.”

Glumiêm’s face hardened.

She knew immediately that the curse on Arna, a half-elf who was pregnant with a child, had been lifted.

Moreover, even for Glumiêm, who had lived for three hundred years, Arna was a memorable half-elf, so she had tried to make a move right away.

However, because of the ‘Forest Festival’, she couldn’t move at that time, and she was so busy thinking about coming as soon as possible that she didn’t think about how the curse was lifted.

《How was it lifted?》

“Another witch lifted it.”

Glumiêm’s eyes narrowed.

Even her frowning face was so beautiful that a bird in flight would worry and fold its wings to come in.

《Who?》

Arna drove the wedge in, saying the witch’s name.

“Primundi.”

The queen’s eyes widened.

She thought of the seven witches before her, wondering who the culprit could be, but she never thought it would be Primundi.

“Edmund is great enough to kill a hundred elf knights by himself, but he couldn’t lift my curse.”

Arna stared straight at Glumiêm.

The pain of the curse that was tightening its grip on her with each passing moment.

Her son, Abel, with his bright smile.

Edmund, who couldn’t find a way to solve her curse and didn’t say anything but was frustrated.

What she saw was not the queen acting up in front of her, but the tearful years she had endured because of the queen’s curse.

“The person who did what we couldn’t is by Abel’s side. You might as well aim for my life. It will be easier.”

Arna was confident.

She believed that ‘that Cain’, of all people, would be able to do it.

No matter how much Glumiêm flew and crawled, in the end, Cain would plunge a sword into her heart.

《Interesting.》

Glumiêm’s expression turned cold.

It was like a child whose toy had been taken away.

《Then I won’t refuse.》

In an instant, Glumiêm stretched out her arm.

Like a giant tentacle, green smoke rushed towards Arna, imbued with physical force to tear her apart.

Arna was prepared, knowing that Glumiêm’s actions were unpredictable.

Whooong!

She immediately took out Storm Bow Hokma.

A storm raged in her once tidy room. The half-broken window shattered completely from the strong wind Hokma caused.

The presence of the Storm Bow alone was enough to push back the witch Glumiêm’s power.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

That wasn’t all.

From the moment Hokma appeared, the sound of dozens of knights rushing up from below echoed.

Glumiêm’s smile deepened.

As if she were going to become a giant, she began to increase her size without hesitation.

《You think I can’t do it?!》

Thump!

Arna’s door burst open, and Cloyd, armed, entered.

Seeing the corpse on the floor and the form of Glumiêm, Cloyd gripped his sword tightly and made eye contact with Arna.

A nod.

At the same time, they exchanged glances, agreeing to attack Glumiêm.

《……How?》

Suddenly, everything stopped.

It wasn’t something that could be perceived with sight, smell, hearing, or touch.

Arna, Cloyd, and even Glumiêm.

As if on cue, they turned to look out the window, which was covered in the darkness of the night.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The night split open.

Like the first ray of sunlight cutting through the dawn, a pillar of golden light shot up from afar.

《Edmund’s end should have been Eire’s arrangement!》

Glumiêm began to dissipate.

Like smoke, she scattered. At the same time, the presence of someone, like a tidal wave, came crashing in.

Familiar.

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