The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 69.2

Chapter 69.2: On a Spring Day (1)

“This guy just made a bunch of empty promises to a kid, didn’t he?”

Oleciren muttered, leaning against the sofa and rubbing her temples.

Her hair, which had darkened, had returned to its original gray color, so she seemed to have recovered considerably.

Isoel, who was standing behind her, frowned slightly, unlike her usual self, and looked at Cain on the opposite side.

“What? Men originally become close by bumping fists. Isn’t that right, Abel?”

Cain lifted his teacup and held it out to Abel, who was sitting next to him.

Clink.

Abel bumped his teacup against Cain’s, affirming his words.

“That’s how we became close.”

“Right.”

“That’s just you two brothers being weird……”

Cain and Abel.

At first, she was confused whether the two brothers lacked common sense or were joking to tease her. But as she listened, she realized that the two of them truly believed that.

“So you’re saying we should make Garick Lord Count and Rude fight now that he just got out of bed?”

“It wouldn’t be bad for me and Rude to spar in front of Count Garick.”

“You want to beat a kid in front of his father?”

“It’s not beating, it’s sparring.”

“So you’re saying we should push that sparring session hard and make Count Garick step in—”

Cain drained his tea in one gulp and gave a confident smile.

“And then Rude will see his father’s love.”

“What about you?”

“……?”

Oleciren sighed deeply.

Cain was always like this.

She really didn’t like how he was always trying to solve things by making himself out to be the bad guy.

She knew it was efficient.

But there would be just as many scars in ‘Cain’s’ life, and she felt sorry for him, who was always indifferent, so she raised her voice in opposition.

“Why do you always have to be the bad guy?”

Abel opened his mouth.

He agreed with Cain’s intentions, but only now did he realize that the result was that Cain would end up being the bad guy.

Cain tilted his head.

“I’m close enough with Count Garick that an incident like this won’t affect our future plans.”

“The plan for me to become king?”

“Yes.”

“Cain Ethelred. There is no such thing as a scapegoat in my kingdom.”

Oleciren declared firmly.

“If there has to be one, it will be me. Because that’s what a king is. So don’t do it.”

Cain put down his empty cup and looked at Oleciren for a moment.

The words of the princess, who had become the reason for a new life that ‘Spring’ had spoken of.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded.

“Well, alright.”

“It’s not ‘alright,’ that’s how it has to be.”

“I understand.”

“Really?”

“This time, I really do.”

Cain looked away.

In any case, restoring the father-son relationship between Rude and Garick wasn’t a priority, so he could easily give in.

Oleciren, who could see right through him, was frustrated.

Still, she was happy to see that he was taking one step at a time and changing, so she was able to pick up her teacup with a pleased smile.

“So what are we going to do? I’m all for making them move through some tough sparring.”

“I agree.”

Abel agreed with Cain’s words.

To Abel, his father, Count Edmund, was a figure whose back he only saw vaguely. As someone who had no bond or relationship with his father, Abel had nothing to say.

However, there was Cain Ethelred.

The reason why he was able to form such a relationship with him, who was like a brother, a father, and a guidepost in his life, was because of the ‘sparring’ on a rainy day, so it was a natural statement.

“How can two brothers be the same? Oh, my. The point of dueling is to make them go through the same hardship and become close.”

“Yes.”

“That’s why I have an idea. Let’s have them cook together.”

“……?”

Isoel flinched the moment Oleciren mentioned cooking, and Cain and Abel tilted their heads at the exact same angle and direction.

“I once cooked with my father. We became really close then. He even told me it was enough and that I shouldn’t try any harder.”

“His Majesty, Hybolt?”

“Yes. It’s not like I have another father.”

Cain, like Oleciren had done earlier, pressed his index finger against his temple. Looking at her expression, it seemed like it had actually happened.

‘The problem is that Oleciren’s taste buds are so disastrous that she can eat Little Mother’s apple pie.’

He had never heard rumors of King Hybolt having a strange palate. That meant he had an ordinary palate.

“That ‘enough’ probably meant he wanted you to stop.”

“That’s right. He must have told me to stop because we had become close enough. So I think it would be good to have them cook together.”

Oleciren smiled with satisfaction.

Swoosh—.

At that moment, Isoel crossed her two index fingers in an X, out of Oleciren’s sight.

Seeing this, Cain chuckled, and Oleciren asked sullenly,

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s nothing. I just thought it would be good to hear Isoel’s opinion.”

Oleciren turned her head to the side.

Isoel, like the knight she was, lowered her hand and stood up straight, opening her mouth.

“I think it would be good to go on a trip for at least a day.”

“Like we ran into Ballam on our way there after hearing that?”

“……”

Isoel was momentarily at a loss for words at Oleciren’s words.

The events that had transpired in Qaclington flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

“Then, just like Cain-nim said, we can just spar—”

Thud—.

But at that moment, the door to their room opened violently, and Digrid Wareham, the Lord Count and Master of the Magic Tower, entered with a playful smile.

“My daughter, why didn’t you tell them?!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The night we spent together on the prairie when you were six! We counted the stars in the sky one by one and filled our hearts with father-daughter love.”

“……Yes.”

Isoel turned her head away.

The three of them watched in fascination as she acted embarrassed, which was unlike her.

Count Wareham strode in and said dramatically,

“You were so cute back then! My goodness, my daughter is so sparkly, beautiful, and pretty—”

“Lord Count Wareham, I think that’s enough.”

Isoel, her face flushed red, tried to stop him, pretending to be calm.

However, Digrid became even more excited and said,

“No, these people should know too! After all, my daughter is……”

“We can just spar!”

Isoel shouted, cutting him off.

“Ah, come to think of it, I heard they found rebel forces near Ironbridge.”

Digrid seemed satisfied with Isoel’s reaction and brought up the main topic.

“It’s not too far away, so wouldn’t it be a good opportunity for a short trip?”

“How long have you been eavesdropping?”

Cain asked.

“The bond between a father and son must be strong! Of course, it still wouldn’t be as strong as the bond between my daughter and me, but!”

Digrid changed the subject.

It was a roundabout way of doing it, but the direction for Rude and Count Garick’s reconciliation had been set as a trip.

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