The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 67.1

Chapter 67.1: A Journey for Spring (3)

In the Ethelred territory, there was only Arna’s grave on the white cliffs, and no trace of Chloe’s grave.

Some raised doubts about why they could not find the tomb of Chloe, the first wife.

There was talk that she might be in the family tomb of the Count of Lamaring, her maiden home, and Cain of the past had also guessed similarly, but not anymore.

‘That can’t be it. They threw her out like a witch when they married her off, there’s no way they would bring her back when she died.’

Then where was she?

There was also a theory going around that she was not actually dead, that Chloe, who had been living in seclusion in her sickbed, had suddenly disappeared, and Edmund had announced her death.

Cain, who was young at the time, had asked Edmund several times if his mother’s death was real, and if so, where was her grave.

But he did not answer.

However, now.

He realized the truth that he had not heard.

‘What Digrid saw was probably my mother’s grave.’

Chloe, the witch who could not be buried in the land of Ethelred or in the tomb of Lamaring, must have died and been buried next to ‘Where Spring Falls Asleep’.

She must have made her own grave in advance.

Digrid told him what had happened at the time, not knowing how Cain’s feelings were fluctuating.

“He told me to look for something strange with magic.”

“Was there?”

Digrid shook his head.

“Nothing at all. I kept getting a strange feeling, but at least with the magic I know, I couldn’t find anything.”

“So?”

“He said that it was fortunate that it would be a place precious to him.”

“……To think that such a place would become precious to that Edmund.”

Count Garick pondered, stroking his chin.

If it had been the original Cain, he would have found it just as difficult to understand as Garick, but now that he knew who the nameless grave belonged to, he could understand.

Feeling that there was so much he could not know in one life.

“Anyway, are you saying that Count Edmund will be there?”

Cain asked.

Digrid nodded readily.

“I can’t think of anywhere else that human would go.”

“I see.”

“So, now all you have to do is go there, ask Edmund for help, and become a duke by making achievements in the elf war that Marquis Ross will start!”

Count Garick shook his head with a trembling expression at Digrid’s fervent argument.

“Well, no matter how much the two marquises have the right to command in wartime, if that Edmund says no, then it’s no.”

The law is far away, but the fist is close.

And the fist of the real Sword Master named Edmund was the strongest in the kingdom, and no one could trifle with it.

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“How’s your body?”

After talking with the two counts, Cain visited Oleciren, who had somewhat recovered.

She too was lying in another room, as if carried on a stretcher, as she had wielded too much of her witch’s power.

“How about you?”

The two asked about each other’s condition and smiled wryly.

Seeing their pale faces and blue lips, which were completely different from their usual selves, they knew that the question itself was meaningless. Oleciren stretched out her hand and pointed it towards the ceiling.

“I never imagined that I would face both witches and demons when I was in the royal palace, but when I’m with you, I encounter all sorts of strange things.”

It was the same ceiling she had always seen, but it was different now from the ceiling of the royal palace. Just as Oleciren, who had been through countless events, was different.

She raised the corners of her mouth, feeling that Cain’s role in bridging the gap was significant.

Thud━.

At that moment, Isoel, who had been peeling fruit, considerately dragged a chair to the bedside.

Cain nodded lightly in gratitude and sat down.

“Why are you laughing? Don’t you like it?”

“No.”

The corners of Oleciren’s mouth rose.

To her, who had been called the colorless gray Gypsum Flower, like a bird in a cage, the world shone too brightly.

Each day, which was so difficult even to breathe, was piled up inside her, making Oleciren of yesterday and tomorrow different people.

“Isoel, give Cain a glass of cold water too.”

“I prepared it in advance.”

Isoel handed Cain water that had been magically cooled.

Cain received the glass of water, but tilted his head questioningly.

“I heard you were talking to Uncle Digrid. Then you’ll be on fire inside, so you should drink it.”

Oleciren also knew well that Count Digrid Wareham was not good at talking.

No wonder Hybolt avoided him and brought someone who could interpret him, even though they were from the same kingdom.

Isoel, who knew this fact better, bowed her head with a bashful expression.

“I apologize on behalf of my father. He’s a good person, though.”

“……It’s really a father-daughter relationship.”

Cain took a sip of the cold water.

He thought it might not be a coincidence that the atmosphere was so different, but since Isoel herself said that she was the daughter of Count Digrid Wareham, he had no choice but to admit it.

“What did uncle say?”

It seemed that he hadn’t told Oleciren in advance.

Cain recalled his stormy conversation with Digrid and sorted it out.

Cain replied with a playful smile.

“He said fight harder.”

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