The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 64.2

Chapter 64.2: Seasons Die Like That (5)

“You should know. My enemies have always been huge walls that I couldn’t face, and I’ve always won.”

The enemies he had faced in the previous timeline were huge walls that were lacking as the word enemy.

Because he had broken countless such walls and climbed up to Lord East, his words carried weight.

Cain continued speaking while running lightly toward Oleciren, who was visible in the distance.

“If I wanted to become a god, I wouldn’t have dug out Abel’s heart either. What I wanted is atonement.”

【Atonement, you say. Not what you want, but what you wanted. I understand.】

Cain’s purple eyes saw Asher, Oleciren, and Isoel. ‘Spring’ was also looking at the same thing, so he could tell without asking.

【If you had only continued the first atonement in your second life, I wouldn’t have answered.】

Whooooosh━.

As soon as ‘Spring’ finished speaking, a spring breeze blew. It was a wind that lightened Cain’s body, which had exceeded its limits in the battle with Ballam.

【But you are walking of your own volition. Child of spring, that path will lead to summer.】

[‘Spring’ wishes you happiness.]

[World Line Fixation: ▲ 17.5%]

[The future of the world has changed by 2.5%.]

Message windows passed by like flowing water.

Cain ran through the gaps like a fish.

He was getting closer and closer to Oleciren and Isoel.

Hwaaaaaaa━!

On the other side.

From the horizon, a middle-aged man was shooting over, causing a tumultuous dust storm.

‘He looks like Isoel.’

The middle-aged man became more visible as he approached. A typical magician wearing a shabby robe and holding a wooden staff in his right hand!

Magicians are rare in Airian.

They were so few in number that the magicians who were there were all in the magic tower of Lindbloom, the capital.

‘A magician who can teleport like that is at least 6-star or higher.’

The level of a knight is difficult to divide exactly by numbers, but a magician is easy to divide like a dungeon. That’s why magicians were usually divided from 1-star to 9-star, and from 6-star, they were treated as high-ranking magicians.

“Isoel━!”

[The world will pay attention to you in the changed future.]

He called out to Isoel and made eye contact with Cain in an instant.

“You scum who did this to our Isoel and the princess!”

His face crumpled to the point of resembling the Ballam he had just faced, and he pointed to Cain with the end of his staff.

Before the bewildered Isoel could say anything, the magic was completed first.

Wind Spear.

The air is concentrated to the point of distorting its shape. And a light green wind spear that reveals its form.

It was fast, accurate, and huge, unlike the magic created by dual casting.

“No━!”

Isoel stopped him, but the Wind Spear had already been fired at Cain.

Cain gritted his teeth.

Normally, he would have twisted his body to the side to avoid it, but he was too slow to react because he was tired from the battle with Ballam.

Crackle, crackle, crackle━!

Every muscle, every nerve.

Cain summoned all his remaining strength and gripped Agweska. He stared straight at the wind spear that was flying straight at his heart.

Clack, clack, clack━.

He planted his left foot on the ground.

The already broken ground crumbled and collapsed, accepting Cain’s long stride.

‘Bend.’

It held back Cain’s quick sword that was sticking out.

Swish━!

At the same time as the cloud of dust, an unwavering black trajectory was drawn in the void.

Paat.

The light green wind spear that touched that trajectory was split exactly in half and disappeared. The middle-aged man, who had approached Isoel before Cain, opened his mouth wide in surprise.

“You deflected my magic?”

Thud.

Cain kicked the ground without caring.

‘Wrong.’

He poured his soul into it.

Since an unidentified person attacked first, he couldn’t stop. A clear murderous intent was in his eyes as they opened halfway, and Cain only looked at the middle-aged man.

‘You should have shot more magic while you were surprised, you spellcaster.’

The sunrise, the fragments of Ballam, and even Isoel blurred, and only the middle-aged man’s neck was visible to Cain.

And once again, the sword of despair, Agweska, moved!

The middle-aged man tried to use an offensive spell on Cain, who was running at him with an incredible murderous intent.

“You can’t!”

However, at Isoel’s dissuasion, he hurriedly changed his spell.

Wind Shield.

The middle-aged man’s mana was arranged into a magic formula to create a wind shield.

In an instant, a translucent, light green curtain was erected between Cain and the other three.

Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle━!

The black Agweska was blocked by the Wind Shield. But Cain didn’t stop.

He planted both feet on the ground and stretched out his sword, burning the last drop of strength he had left.

A miracle was created that way.

“He’s not even Edmund, but he really cuts through magic?!”

The solid Wind Shield could no longer hold on and was torn like a piece of paper.

‘Neck.’

Cain, who had cut from left to right, tried to swing his sword in the opposite direction again. The rule of the Great Wall was to kill anyone who attacked first, regardless of their identity!

Shwee━.

“Cain, it’s okay now.”

The trajectory of the bloodthirsty sword stopped.

The bloody Oleciren was standing where the tip of Cain’s sword had stopped.

“Father, he’s not an enemy!”

Behind her, Isoel was grabbing the middle-aged man’s waist, preventing him from casting.

“…….”

The murderous intent that had been carved into his very core and had become an instinct was stopped. However, Cain’s hand, which was still holding the sword, didn’t loosen.

The will to cut him down if the middle-aged man showed the slightest bit of recklessness.

The determination to protect the two.

The determination to have blood only on his own hands.

“You can rest, Cain Ethelred.”

At Oleciren’s earnest words, Cain’s arm slowly lowered. His blurred eyes opened slightly as he spoke toward Oleciren.

“Are you really okay.”

“Yeah.”

“The enemy.”

“Is gone now.”

“I…… See.”

Thud.

Cain knelt on the spot and closed his eyes.

It was the end of the battle.

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