The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 66.2

Chapter 66.2: A Journey for Spring (2)

As much as he knew the two monsters who had been marquises since before he became a count, he could infer their actions.

“They’ll probably make Second Princess Olivia the commander-in-chief and solidify her right to the throne.”

“It would be impossible for the four counts, including Wareham, to support it. In wartime, the counts must follow the marquis’ instructions. Heatherward used the numbers well.”

Thanks to Cain’s fiery performance, three of the five counts were practically on his side, and thanks to Digrid, Count Wareham was practically on Cain’s side as well.

If four of the Seven Great Noble Houses and the current king supported First Princess Oleciren, no matter how much the two marquises pushed for Second Princess Olivia, it would be difficult to turn the tables.

But it’s different if war breaks out.

According to Airian’s war law, which exists above all laws and rules, counts must follow the marquis unconditionally.

Furthermore, if they pushed the credit for the Northern Expedition to Second Princess Olivia, the shaken succession to the throne would be consolidated.

“He played the war card to crush the board I shook.”

Cain pointed out a reality that no one had thought of.

‘I’ll have to discuss with Oleciren and decide whether Ross really joined hands with the elves.’

Oleciren could mobilize the Royal Intelligence Service, and she knew more about Airian politics and history than he did.

“That gives me goosebumps.”

Garick kept rubbing his arms, which were covered in goosebumps, with his palms.

It was because both Marquis Ross, who started a war for his own gain, and Cain, who deduced all of that in a few words, were beings on a different level from him.

“Ah, don’t worry.”

At that moment, Digrid opened his mouth like a man on a leisurely stroll in spring. He plopped down on the sofa next to Garick and asked, pointing at him.

“I didn’t tell you this because it was sudden, is that okay?”

Count Garick sighed deeply.

“How old are you to talk like that? There are other children here.”

It seemed like he had sighed once or twice because of Digrid, and a strange dexterity was revealed. Digrid shrugged and spread his arms.

“What does it matter? I’m like this to my kids too.”

“Those kids are Edmund’s kids. They’re already going through this because Edmund went into the dungeon.”

“I heard he came out?”

“……?”

Whoosh.

At Digrid’s words, everyone in the room turned to him at once.

As if he hadn’t expected this reaction, he rolled his eyes from side to side and continued.

“I don’t know if it was Marquis Ross, but it is said that Edmund’s ‘Twilight Aura’ was observed soaring to the end of the sky from the coast of Ethelred.”

Cain’s expression hardened.

Most of what was happening in Airian now wouldn’t have happened if Edmund had been there.

This was because if Edmund, who was loyal to the current King Hybolt, had supported Oleciren according to his will, there would have been nothing the two marquises could do to reverse it.

‘That’s why the two marquises dealt with Edmund politically.’

The trap the two marquises set in the previous world line was perfect, and eventually led to Edmund’s death in the dungeon.

And when Hybolt couldn’t do anything, they killed Oleciren, calling her a witch, and made his second child, Fiery Safflower Olivia, the king.

‘But Edmund appeared?’

Cain’s forehead furrowed on its own.

Not everyone who uses aura is a Sword Master.

The true ‘Sword Master’ that Johnny-Walker, Cain’s master, spoke of was one who possessed his own ‘sword’.

Johnny-Walker possessed a sword that cut through clouds, and Edmund was real, possessing a sword that pierced the sun and brought it down.

‘There’s no way the future of the world has changed by 17.5 percent just because of Digrid, Count Wareham.’

Cain smiled bitterly as he pressed and smoothed his forehead.

He realized that the information he had from the previous world line was becoming less and less useful as he changed the world.

“Then where is Edmund?”

Garick asked Digrid.

He shrugged and shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

“You should know!”

“No, even Marquis Ross doesn’t know, so how would I know when I’m in the magic tower!”

Count Garick looked at Cain and Abel.

“Have there been any calls from your family?”

Cain, who had been to Qaclington, naturally looked at Abel. Abel shook his head with a puzzled expression on his face, as if he didn’t understand the situation.

“The previous report was routine contact and this report has not arrived yet.”

Count Garick rubbed his forehead and sighed.

“Where did that man go after being stuck in a dungeon for almost a year without going home?”

It was evident in Garick’s tone that while the Magic Tower Master, Count Digrid, was a problem, Edmund Ethelred was no ordinary problem either.

“I don’t know where Edmund is, but I know where he might be.”

Count Garick shouted reflexively.

“This bastard…….”

But as soon as he saw Cain and Abel, he suppressed his anger and asked in a slightly gentler tone.

“Why didn’t you say that first? Marquis Ross doesn’t even know, so how do you know?”

“Last expedition, Edmund asked me if I knew magic.”

“Asking the kingdom’s magic tower master if he knows magic. Indeed… It’s such an Edmund-like question that it’s trustworthy.”

Count Garick nodded his head.

Digrid was a very problematic person, but in fact, Edmund was no ordinary person either.

He was the kind of person who would make one wonder if only such people become high-ranking mages or Sword Masters.

“I said I knew a little.”

“That’s a typical answer from you.”

“So, he flew me through the forest and took me to the northernmost point where the ice waves rolled in.”

Cain’s eyes widened.

When he was captured by Ballam, he had seen Chloe and Edmund’s conversation there as if in a dream.

Perhaps…… the place Digrid was taken to was that place.

The northernmost point of the Northern Elf Forest, ‘Where Spring Falls Asleep’.

“There was an old temple and a grave that I didn’t know what it was.”

“Whose grave?”

“I don’t know. There was no name on the tombstone, so when I asked Edmund, he said someone had made their tomb in advance.”

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