The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 55.2

Chapter 55.2: Already, the Sun Has Set (3)

“I wanted it once, but we had to survive first. Both she and I.”

Cain also rose from his seat.

He pushed back the chair that Oleciren, who always pushed her chair in, had left out in her haste, and said,

“And now, I want her to be king.”

To Cain, Oleciren was the enemy who had devoured the elderly knight, Vanderbilt.

But just like her.

Cain had also changed little by little as they spent more time together and experienced more events.

“I don’t know if she really wants to be king. But the person who showed me a future when I had none deserves to be king.”

“The qualifications of a king. That’s right.”

Cain was about to leave the room after saying his goodbyes.

“Cain.”

Just then, Count Garick called out to him.

When Cain turned around, he saw that Garick was looking all over his face as if trying to find something.

And after a while, he opened his mouth.

“Don’t hate Edmund too much.”

“He’s already dead, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t you know that the tone of your voice when you said Princess Oleciren is qualified to be king and the tone of your voice just now are worlds apart?”

“The dead can’t change anything.”

The time of the world can be turned back.

But once a human heart freezes over, it cannot be heard.

Garick looked at Cain, who was more stubborn than he had expected, and then turned to Mia.

She nodded in support, and Garick brought up a new story.

“Edmund, Ross, Heatherward, my reckless wizard friend, and I were friends a long time ago.”

“My father had friends…?”

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

He hadn’t expected Edmund, who was obsessed with the sword, to have anything other than a sword as a friend.

“Don’t tell me those five are the only ones who know about Queen Carla?”

“That’s right.”

“So that’s why you said that earlier.”

Garick nodded heavily.

“Edmund wasn’t a bad person. He was just clumsy.”

“……I’ll be going in now.”

Cain turned and grabbed the doorknob.

But he didn’t open it right away.

If he were just an innocent seventeen-year-old boy, he wouldn’t have understood why Garick was saying these things.

‘I’d rather fight monsters.’

Enemies appear and are slain.

Cain felt so uncomfortable in this place that he missed the Great Wall, where the white snowfield was stained with the fluids of monsters and the red blood of warriors.

It was disconcerting to hear a different side of the person he had always resented.

“And if this story is also a gift, then I don’t want it.”

Bang!

Leaving those sharp words behind, Cain left the room.

Garick, watching him go, let out a deep sigh.

“I don’t even know how to talk to my own son right now, so was I too hasty?”

“No.”

Mia firmly denied it.

And she reached out her slender hand from under the blanket. Count Garick also reached out and took her hand.

“You did well, Garick.”

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When people speak of the Holy See’s heresy inquisitors, they speak of terror.

Where they tread, nothing remains, for they deliver only the righteous light of justice.

However.

A glance.

Those very same heresy inquisitors were stealing glances at a man.

“Eyes front.”

Only when Cardinal Mauro growled did they finally face forward and continue walking. Saintess Caterina looked back at Edmund, who was walking beside her.

“My apologies for their rudeness.”

“No, it’s understandable. They must find it fascinating.”

Whooosh—

A wind blew in from the Great Ocean, which lay between the continent and the Ethelred domain.

The black heresy inquisitor uniform Edmund was wearing fluttered, revealing his brown eyes.

Reflected in them was the half-destroyed Æðelwealh and the horizon line that led to the continent. He stood on the edge of a protruding cliff.

“Thank you for this unreasonable request.”

Edmund expressed his gratitude by tapping the mask that covered his face from below his eyes. Caterina waved her hands.

“It is our honor. But are you certain you want to keep your return a secret?”

She glanced to the side.

In the distance, the scattered, small buildings of Ethelred came into view. It was the very image of the countryside.

Edmund pulled his heresy inquisitor hood low, concealing himself.

“It is in everyone’s best interest that my survival remains a secret.”

Caterina interpreted his words as she pleased.

“So, you plan to reveal it to Abel-nim when you deliver the holy sword.”

“Well…… yes.”

Edmund replied reluctantly.

Saintess Caterina wasn’t usually like this, but in front of the man who would be the hero’s father and the wielder of the holy sword, she couldn’t help but reveal her true feelings.

“If news gets out that Lord Edmund has returned, Cain will be running for his life. You’ve made a wise choice.”

Edmund smiled bitterly at her words, which dripped with favor for Abel and hostility for Cain.

It was the same bitter smile that Cain wore.

“To be honest, it’s still hard to believe that one of my sons will be a hero and the other the Demon King.”

“I, too, couldn’t have imagined it before receiving the revelation.”

Caterina subtly revealed the Holy Crown ‘Autumn.’

Edmund, already aware that the Holy Crown was one of the 〈Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons〉, silently observed ‘Autumn,’ the bringer of revelations, before speaking.

“Are you heading straight to the royal capital?”

“Yes. Is there anywhere you need to stop by?”

Caterina’s words were full of kindness.

Cardinal Mauro, who was coordinating the group, inwardly sighed. He still wasn’t used to this side of Caterina.

“You are aware that north of Airian Island lies the Forest of Elves, yes?”

“I am well aware that it is a place ruled by a witch deserving of death.”

Caterina wished she could wipe out the entire forest if only the Holy See had a little more power. But realistically, it was impossible, so she left the elven forest alone like a thorn in her side.

“There’s somewhere I must go in that forest. If it doesn’t fit your schedule, I can go alone……”

“It does.”

Swish—

Without hesitation, she made the sign of the cross and spoke.

“The path Lord Edmund, chosen by the holy sword, wishes to take is the path of light.”

At the saint’s fervent support, Edmund smiled bitterly once more and looked at the Holy Crown ‘Autumn.’

In the corner of his eyes, hidden by his hood, flickered a spark of distrust.

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