The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 59.1

Chapter 59.1: A Chance Encounter (4)

Chaeng —!

The natives guarding the front of the mine raised their spears. Bloodshot eyes were evident within the eyeholes of their masks.

A gaze that would make anyone with a weak heart tremble.

But they had chosen the wrong opponent.

Cain raised one corner of his lips.

━At first, I thought the kids just got lost. But I couldn’t find them even after searching this tiny town. Then where could they be?

‘Either dead, or in the natives’ territory.’

Calmly brushing back his black hair, he recalled what Union President Powell had told him a while ago.

“Tell Oswald to come out.”

“…….”

As expected of a closed-off people who would only speak to immigrants at exchange events, they remained silent.

Click —.

Cain tapped the handle of Agweska hanging from his waist.

“Let’s avoid bloodshed. And if you tell Oswald who I am, he’ll come out right away, so just relay the message.”

“……?”

“My name is Cain Ethelred.”

The eyes of the two natives widened in an instant.

They seemed to know that Oswald had worked as a butler for Count Ethelred.

The two looked at each other once, and one of them hurriedly headed somewhere.

Cain moved lightly, examining the entrance of the Qaclington mine. It looked no different from any other mine.

The only noticeable difference was that the supports and structures were new, as if it had indeed restarted 25 years ago, rather than being an old mine over 100 years old.

Whooong —.

As Cain stared at it for a while, a gust of wind blew from the darkness of the mine.

It was hot and humid.

Cain’s brows furrowed involuntarily. It was because an unpleasant memory flashed through his mind.

‘The smell is familiar.’

It wasn’t the smell he had encountered in Airian.

The Great Wall, where the snow falls eternity.

As a place where countless monsters poured out, occasionally, super-sized monsters would appear.

‘It’s similar to what those bastards used to breathe.’

It was a strange intuition felt only by a warrior who had fought desperately and killed brutally.

The devil that Isoel had spoken of before entering Qaclington came to mind.

Before long, an old man without a mask appeared in the distance.

Four masked natives followed him, armed.

He looked at least sixty years old.

However, his back was straight for his age, indicating that he hadn’t neglected his training, and the vigilance in his eyes as he scanned Cain proved that his mind was sharp.

Oswald stopped a few steps away from Cain and slowly bowed his head.

“Young Master Cain, it is an honor to meet you.”

It was impeccable etiquette. It was clear that he had been a butler for the House of Earl Ethelred.

Cain smirked and spoke.

“What if I were just someone impersonating an Ethelred?”

“You resemble the young Lord Edmund Count too much for that.”

“That’s a first.”

None of the Ethelred knights, servants, or maids had ever told Cain that he resembled him.

Even looking at the large portrait of Count Edmund in the castle, he couldn’t quite see the resemblance.

Oswald smiled slightly at Cain’s reaction.

“You may not resemble him in appearance, but your aura is similar.”

“Being told I resemble someone I don’t know feels like an insult.”

Oswald looked around.

He could see the immigrants watching them from afar, and he could sense the bewilderment of the natives behind him.

He pointed in the direction he had come from and said,

“This is no place for a conversation. Would you care to come inside?”

“I thought outsiders weren’t allowed?”

At that moment, Oswald’s smile crumbled. He asked Cain with a stiff face,

“You met with the immigrants first?”

“I just came from meeting Powell Union President.”

“……He knows nothing.”

“Is that why you kidnapped them?”

Flinch.

At that moment, Cain saw the eyes of one of the natives who had come with Oswald tremble.

Oswald tilted his head.

“Kidnapped?”

Cain memorized the appearance of the native.

Then he stood next to Oswald and said,

“First, let’s go inside and talk. Let’s hear why you natives and immigrants have to divide things up like this on this small land.”

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