The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 61.2

Chapter 61.2: Seasons Die Like That (2)

Asher landed on one knee, then looked up and said,

“W, With this power, I can do it!”

“Then I’ll trust you.”

Oleciren smiled, Isoel nodded, and Cain placed a hand on Asher’s shoulder.

But he tilted his head slightly.

‘It’s closer to the Holy See’s power than a witch’s.’

He had seen the Holy See’s mechanized paladins and priests a few times. The power Oleciren was displaying now looked very similar to what the people of the Holy See used.

‘The only difference is the color.’

The white of the Holy See and the black of Oleciren.

Soon, Cain smiled.

He patted Asher’s shoulder and walked forward.

‘Black or white, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s useful.’

As she had said, the strange ripple he felt whenever she used her magic was very faint.

At this rate, it would dissipate once they were out of Ballam’s sight.

Crash━!

Asher, who had received Oleciren’s power, jumped with movements of a different dimension to block the magma that was falling where the townspeople were.

Cain asked Oleciren, his chin resting on his hand.

“Besides seeing the past, when did you develop this power?”

“Because of you.”

The two of them talked as they walked away from the town.

The people would be protected by Asher, so the three of them just had to defeat Ballam.

Oleciren pointed at Cain.

“You’re going to use that strange power again, aren’t you?”

“…….”

“Lady Arian said that every power comes with a price. I can understand you suddenly becoming stronger since your father is that Count Edmund.”

Cain smiled bitterly.

He had thought that fighting was the warrior’s role, but since she possessed the qualifications of a king, she considered even the battles her warriors fought to be her own.

“And building ice bridges when Arthuan or the Ironbridge collapses…… That’s the realm of miracles.”

“It would be easier if you just thought of me as a Sword Master, like the others.”

Oleciren stared intently into Cain’s violet eyes.

Her gray eyes, blackened by her witch’s power, and Cain’s naturally captivating violet eyes met without any barriers.

She asked Cain,

“Are you? A Sword Master?”

Cain shook his head.

“Not yet.”

In the previous timeline, Cain was already a Sword Master. No, he was a ‘true’ one, whose skill couldn’t be defined by such a word.

Trained under Johnny Walker’s tutelage and tempered by countless battles at the Great Wall, he was undeniably the strongest.

“I will be soon.”

He would grow even more.

Become even stronger.

And if he walked further.

Unlike others, for whom Sword Master was the final destination, for Cain, it was just a passing station.

“But not now.”

“Then you have to pay the price now?”

“It’s a price that has nothing to do with you.”

“Cain of the Ethelred County is a citizen of my kingdom.”

Oleciren flatly refuted Cain’s words and pointed at herself.

“……And my friend.”

Lastly,

“A comrade who fights with us. How can it not be my business if someone like that is losing something?”

“I’d rather sacrifice a little myself than let you use the power of a witch at the risk of your life and the fate of the kingdom.”

Cain walked a little faster.

He had already used the ‘future’ he was throwing away once before, and he could handle all of this alone.

But Oleciren couldn’t.

Cain is not a particularly good person, but he is not someone who just watches everyone be unhappy.

‘I’ll end this myself.’

And if that was the right choice, there was nothing more to say.

Just then, Isoel’s voice rang out.

“Every night, Her Highness experimented on herself to the point where there were no magical ripples.”

“Isoel!”

“I stopped her. But she didn’t listen. Even when she had a nosebleed and was on the verge of collapsing the next day, she did it until the end.”

“Stop it!”

But Isoel didn’t stop talking.

“I saw Young Master Cain’s sacrifice too. At first, I watched from afar and laughed, but now I don’t want to do that anymore.”

Thump, thump.

She came to Cain’s side.

And Isoel was holding Oleciren’s hand tightly.

“There is no such thing as a better sacrifice. So let’s go together. Even if it’s insignificant, we want to share a little of your burden.”

“It’s dangerous.”

When Cain politely tried to dissuade her, Oleciren, who had been listening, burst out.

“Hey, Cain! Aren’t you in danger too?”

“You and I are different.”

“What’s the difference! You stubborn kid. You’re younger than me, yet so closed off. Watch closely. We’ll finish it off. Isoel!”

Isoel turned, her gravity hammer, Credne, in hand.

Behind her was Ballam, the Lava Devil, glowing menacingly.

Oleciren clasped her hands together.

Be strong.”

Clank━.

Cain reflexively winced.

As before, the sound of gears grinding against each other echoed, and Isoel’s entire body was engulfed in black armor.

Shine brightly.

Swoosh━!

This time, the change was in Credne.

It was already large enough to crush a person, but with the black power flowing from Oleciren, it grew to an immeasurable size.

Drip.

A nosebleed trickled from one of Oleciren’s nostrils. However, she didn’t stop.

“Be perfect!”

At that moment.

Fwoosh━!

Giant black wings unfolded from Isoel’s back.

Isoel raised her hammer.

Credne, rising from her chest and soaring high into the sky, exuded an overwhelming presence that pressed down on the surroundings.

Oleciren pointed at Ballam.

“Isoel, crush that demon!”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Flap━.

A strong gust of wind blew.

Cain caught Oleciren as she stumbled, and Isoel shot up with her black wings.

“How is it? I can only use three spells for battle, but is this enough to trust me, right? If it’s Isoel, whom I’ve helped……”

If God created angels of pure white, then the angels born from human hands would be black.

Like Isoel soaring through the air right now!

Swoosh━!

Credne, held in her hand, grew to an unimaginable size with Oleciren’s magic power.

Cain responded to Oleciren’s anticipation with a firm voice.

“The opponent is just too bad.”

Fwooosh!!

Oleciren swung Credne back with all her might. Ballam instinctively tried to swat her away with its hand, but it was too late.

Shhhhiiiiiing━.

A deafening roar that tore through the air.

The building-sized hammer, imbued with the full strength of a royal knight and the blessings of a single witch, swung down, and…

Crack!!

It smashed Ballam’s head to pieces. As expected of a body made of lava, the remnants of its head crumbled and flowed into the deserted plain.

Oleciren shouted,

“We won!”

“Look closely.”

Though its head was completely destroyed, Ballam’s hand, like a human trying to catch a fly, chased after Isoel.

《Rooooooar!》

And Ballam’s head regenerated.

In midair, Isoel spread her wings and smashed Ballam’s head once more, but it only recovered again.

It was like trying to build a sandcastle on a beach with waves constantly crashing in.

“Thank you.”

Shing.

It was Cain’s turn now.

He drew the Sword of Despair, Agweska, and stepped forward.

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