The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 52.1

Chapter 52.1: The Green Queen, Twilight Sword (3)

Edmund, regaining consciousness thanks to the holy water, lifted his head and looked around.

His gaze fell upon the youngest inquisitor, who was carrying the luggage at the very back.

“Food?”

“A small amount of rations, sir.”

“I would be grateful if you could spare some.”

Caterina gestured toward him.

The youngest inquisitor unfolded the cloth and clumsily took out the food.

Dried meat and hard bread.

And fruit liquor to go with it.

Edmund sat down on the floor and ate very slowly, little by little, as if a bird were eating its feed.

“Shouldn’t you eat more quickly if you’re hungry?”

one of the heresy inquisitors muttered to himself. Edmund heard the small voice and replied kindly,

“If you haven’t eaten for a long time and suddenly eat, you will surely get sick. It is best to chew thoroughly and eat little by little.”

Information that is not easily known unless experienced firsthand.

As Edmund began to eat again, trying his best, Caterina asked him,

“How long have you been here?”

“Half a year to get here, and another half a year because I couldn’t leave due to hunger.”

Edmund Ethelred had survived a year in Eire without food or water.

Since the entrance to the dungeon was closed, his words must have been true.

She realized that the man eating slowly as if praying was the Sword Master who had created the path of blood they had witnessed.

After finishing a loaf of bread, Edmund’s face began to regain some color.

He took a sip of the fruit liquor and changed his tone.

“If you command heresy inquisitors, who are rumored to be fearsome, with a wave of your hand, are you perhaps a Saintess?”

“I am called by such an undeserved title.”

Caterina replied politely.

Edmund, as if he couldn’t understand her, scratched the back of his head with his left hand and turned toward the closed giant door.

“How you entered the dungeon and why the Saintess is doing this to me, I shall hear outside.”

“We will help you as well.”

Caterina and Mauro stepped forward.

Thud━.

But Edmund blocked them.

“Beyond this is the ‘Final Boss.’ No matter how holy the people of the Holy See are, if you get caught up in it, you will die.”

Mauro frowned.

He understood that Edmund was an extraordinary person, enough to make even the Saintess bow down to him, but he still had his pride as a cardinal.

It wasn’t the Paladin Armored Legion, but the elites of the Heresy Inquisition and the Saintess herself were with them.

“We will help.”

He retorted in a powerful voice.

Edmund looked at Mauro for a moment and then shrugged as if there was nothing he could do.

“Well, since the people of the Holy See insist, how can I stop you? Then I will open the door for you, so please be careful.”

Thump.

He stepped forward with his left foot and stomped on the ground.

Whooosh━.

The wind swirled around him once more, and its color was a faint, almost invisible turquoise.

Edmund’s black hair, resembling Cain’s, fluttered in the air, and his brown eyes, resembling Abel’s, looked straight ahead.

Shhh━.

Simultaneously with his left foot pulling back, his longsword drew a silver trajectory in the air.

Ardvark.

Lu Rabada.

Crackle!

A sword as fast as lightning striking the earth!

The tremendous speed of the thrust showed how Edmund had torn apart the ‘Dragon Turtle’!

The giant stone door leading to the ‘Final Boss’ room shattered into pieces.

Inside the crumbling door…

What lay within was an army!

Upon a golden throne in the distance, the ‘Sea King,’ who commanded all the seas, roared, and the thousands of ‘mermen’ who followed him turned their heads to look at Edmund, their tridents raised.

《Foolish human, you hasten your own death.》

Edmund turned slightly, making way for Mauro and the heresy inquisitors to come forward.

However…

No one stepped forward.

Even Mauro, clenching his fists tightly, tried to move, but it was impossible.

Because in the gazes of the thousands of eyes pouring down from the ‘Final Boss’ room, he instinctively knew what death was.

If even Mauro was like this, the other heresy inquisitors were out of the question. Still, as those who carried out the work of judgment, they hurriedly made the sign of the cross and chanted hymns to collect themselves.

《Those who wish to die, cross the line. Those who wish to flee, do not cross the line.》

The low voice of the ‘Sea King’.

In the final 88th ‘Sea King’ chamber and the 87th common area of Dungeon Eire, there was a line.

“This is truly the dark deep-sea army.”

Caterina bit her lower lip.

The final boss room was a real pitch-black deep sea that was on a different level from the places they had passed.

In other words, it meant entering a deep sea where there was no place to set foot and nothing to breathe, passing thousands of ‘mermen’ to kill the ‘Sea King’!

Mauro, who had stepped forward boldly, couldn’t help but tremble.

Looking back at the other heresy inquisitors, their pupils were shaking.

Even if the ‘Paladins,’ the swords of the Holy See, and the ‘Priests’ at all the holy grounds were here, they wouldn’t be able to claim victory against such a force.

“Then may I enter?”

Edmund asked in a monotonous voice, as if he didn’t care how harsh the environment was or how strong the enemies were.

Mauro, who had been holding him back, couldn’t bring himself to speak any further and lowered his head.

It was the first time in his life that he had given up so powerlessly without even fighting.

That’s how much of a hell the ‘Final Boss’ room of 8+ Eire was, beyond imagination.

“How will you fight?”

Caterina couldn’t understand Edmund, who was about to enter that hell so peacefully.

Mauro, as a warrior before he was a cardinal, asked Edmund. Edmund shrugged as if it were nothing and grabbed his old longsword.

“Stab, kill, stab again, and kill again.”

“……!”

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