The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 53.1

Chapter 53.1: Already, The Sun Has Set (1)

“This……”

Following behind Cain, who had entered first, the rest of the group followed suit.

And arrived inside a certain tent.

“Ugh.”

Even Asher, who was relatively hardened, felt his stomach churn at the sight of the fragmented corpses scattered about.

Judging by the blood splattered everywhere, it seemed as if they were caught in an explosion from a bomb detonated nearby. However, there wasn’t a single trace on the thin tarpaulin of the tent, so it couldn’t have been a bomb.

It was difficult to tell how they died.

While everyone else was looking around with wide eyes, Cain alone, as if accustomed to such carnage, began to examine the pieces of corpses nonchalantly.

“This is where the archer who shot that arrow was, right?”

Oleciren asked, her voice stiff.

“It seems they were all killed as soon as they entered. And.”

Thud.

He flipped over a corpse that was lying face down.

Half of its upper body was gone, and the hilt of a black dagger was embedded in what was presumed to be its chest.

Amidst the thick stench of blood, a subtly familiar scent emanated from the body.

It was the refreshing, crisp fragrance of flowers. Not just one flower, but a delicate blend of thousands of different blooms.

Cain instinctively furrowed his brows. Oleciren, who was standing behind him, also hardened her expression.

“So it’s him……”

Daybreaker, who had killed the other wounded people in the tent and left their bodies behind.

Cain and Oleciren, who had faced his attacks head-on, could tell just by the scent.

Cain spoke as he flipped the corpse back over.

“Or maybe he was killed.”

‘Commons,’ as Arian had said.

According to what Cain had heard from Arian, Daybreaker had some connection to the Commons. However, despite their thorough search, they couldn’t find any other traces. Cain had no choice but to exit the tent.

The sun was shining brightly.

As seen from the train, the sky was clear.

However, inside the tent, where his comrades were emerging……it was hell.

Two worlds separated by a thin sheet of fabric.

“I will remember this.”

As he did at the Great Wall, Cain offered his own silent tribute and moved on.

Count Ethelred.

Count Lamaring.

And Count Crowl.

Cain turned his head north.

The three counts who ruled the Marquis Belt, which divided the central part of Airian Island, were now all under the influence of Cain and Oleciren.

“Oleciren Rune Airian.”

Cain glanced sideways.

The familiar gray hair that he had disliked at first but now saw every time he turned his head.

The first princess of the Kingdom of Airian.

She, who was called ‘Gypsum Flower’s Princess’ in a roundabout way, with a faint presence even in the royal capital of Lindbloom, nodded her head.

Cain paused for a moment and met her gaze.

“I’ve told you many times, but now there’s really no turning back. Kill or be killed, you have to choose.”

If she wanted to live, she too would have to stain her hands with blood.

She would have to fight against the wolves who were after the throne, the chalice of desire.

Because now that she had three of Airian’s Seven Great Noble Houses under her wing, Oleciren had only two paths left: become the queen or die a witch.

“From the moment I took your hand, I never once thought of turning back. Accomplice.”

Accomplice, one who commits a crime together.

At her accurate words, Cain shrugged.

“Isn’t there a better expression?”

“Bad people always try to embellish their actions with nice words.”

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Marquis Ross.

Marquis Heatherward Ross kept wiping his smooth head with a soft velvet cloth.

There was no sweat, not even a speck of dust.

It was simply an action that betrayed his anxiety.

Across from him, Knight Commander Sigma just watched him silently.

After a while, Marquis Ross grew agitated and threw the cloth down. The chess pieces in front of him fell to the plush floor.

“Commander Sigma!”

“Yes, Lord Ross.”

“Have you dealt with Arna? If the rear that we felt so secure about collapses, even the princess or me will be in danger.”

“We failed.”

“What…?”

Marquis Ross was speechless for a moment at Sigma’s calm reply. His face flushed red, and unlike his usual self, he shouted.

“What kind of useless Elveknight did you send to fail!”

Sigma looked at the agitated Marquis Ross, her eyes cold.

“I did not send an Elveknight.”

“You’re telling me you acted differently from what you reported to me—”

“Her Majesty, Queen Glumiêm, moved herself.”

Marquis Ross froze at Sigma’s answer, which cut him off.

His red face turned white in an instant at the mention of Glumiêm.

“It might be something to boast about…”

It was embarrassing to admit, but there was nothing he could do if the lazy Elven Queen of the North had decided to act.

At the same time, Marquis Ross became curious.

“So you’re saying the Queen failed?”

Sigma frowned.

As one of the Elders, she felt repulsed by the badmouthing of the Queen.

《Just tell him everything. Even if he’s as stubborn as a rock, he’s still cunning, so he’ll figure it out.》

However, remembering the message Glumiêm had left, she began to speak calmly.

“Count Ethelred has returned, they say.”

“……!”

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