The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 72.2

Chapter 72.2: Spring Day in My Life (1)

Even though it was the Saintess’s procession, the party that the Airian Cathedral had prepared was only a small group of about ten people.

In a typical place, they would have raised a large army of the Holy See, but in the unknown forest of the Northern Elves, a large number of people would be meaningless.

They only gathered the best of the best.

Five paladins dispatched to Airian and three heresy inquisitors.

And the Saintess and the cardinal.

Disguised as an ordinary merchant group, they got off at the nearest train station. Then, they found a guide and reached the Northern Elf Forest by the shortest route.

“We’ve arrived.”

The guide stopped in front of the dense forest. Count Edmund, who had been walking a little ahead of the Holy See party, nodded.

He wore clothes that only clerics could wear and a long cloth that covered his face and head to hide his identity.

“Well done.”

“It is fine here because it is the outskirts, but I hope you do not reach the real elven forest inside.”

Cling—!

Edmund flicked a silver coin with his thumb and threw it to the guide.

“I know the forest better.”

“… Yes.”

The guide took the money and disappeared immediately after meeting the indifferent eyes that were visible through the gap in the cloth covering his face.

Edmund watched him carefully this time as well.

“Is something wrong?”

At Caterina’s question, Edmund stroked his chin.

“Nothing strange. It’s only natural.”

“Natural?”

“It’s nothing. Before that, thank you all for moving for me, from the Saintess to everyone else, at my whim.”

Edmund bowed his head.

Although he did not look like a count, the sincerity in his words made the members of the Holy See greet him in return.

At that moment.

《You lunatic.》

Fwooosh—!

As if waiting, a cold wind blew from inside the Northern Elf Forest, and a woman’s voice was carried in the wind.

《Your destiny was to die in Eire, how did you survive?》

“I don’t know, Glumiêm.”

The Witch of the Unseen Forest.

The moment the name of the eighth witch to appear in the world and the Elven Queen, Glumiêm, was mentioned, the members of the Holy See grabbed their weapons.

They had not expected to meet her at the entrance, but they had prepared for the worst, so they looked natural.

Fwooosh—!

The wind blew again.

《Of course, it is my fault for asking such a thing to someone like you. Why are you here?》

“Are you curious?”

Caterina instinctively took a step back.

Edmund’s tone hadn’t changed at all, but she noticed that his atmosphere had changed.

《How arrogant.》

“I entered Eire of my own free will as part of a deal with you.”

Most of Airian, including the Saintess’s party, thought that Edmund had entered into a political game with the two marquises, but they realized from the brief conversation that there was something deeper going on.

《So? I am Glumiêm, the Queen of all Elves. What are you going to do in the forest?》

“Nothing, but.”

Chuck—!

Edmund grabbed the hilt of the longsword hanging from his waist.

Fwoosh—!

A murderous aura, colder and more chilling than the wind blowing from the forest, poured out towards the forest.

His sword, which could pierce the sun and make it fall, aimed at Glumiêm, who was sitting far away, her depth immeasurable.

“I’ll kill you if you interfere.”

《You bastard!》

“If you don’t interfere, I won’t touch you first either.”

《Do you think you can sweep through as you please like you did during the previous expedition! I am different now from what I was then.》

Rumble—!

The forest vibrated.

The Saintess instinctively frowned.

‘Strong. So this is the 8th Witch.’

The older the witch, the stronger she was, and the power Glumiêm displayed was eerie and witch-like enough to touch all of her nerves.

Edmund turned his head and looked back at Caterina.

She understood what he meant and nodded.

“Summon.”

Thud—!

The box she was carrying on her shoulder opened, and the holy sword, ‘Summer,’ flew through the air and landed in Edmund’s hand.

It began to turn a brilliant gold from the point where his hand touched it.

Swoosh—!

Edmund took a step forward with his left foot and lowered his center of gravity. He held ‘Summer’ horizontally in front of his chest and faced the forest.

《Don’t tell me that the Twilight Aura split the night……》

Glumiêm’s voice trembled.

Not anything else, but the holy sword ‘Summer’.

The holy sword, held in the hand of Edmund, who was terrifying even with an ordinary iron sword, was terrifyingly frightening.

“I will say it again. I will kill you if you interfere. I will not touch you if you do not interfere.”

A murderous aura slowly rose in his clear brown eyes, making them appear golden from afar.

《…….》

And the guide, who had disappeared far enough away that no sound could be heard, was hiding and watching.

🔹🔹🔹

“A guide in the north reported spotting someone presumed to be Count Edmund.”

Oleciren spoke to Cain, who sat across from her, as she looked at the data the Royal Intelligence Service had submitted.

Cain just aimlessly stirred his teacup.

She chuckled at his expected reaction and picked up another document.

“Want to hear about Marquis Ross first?”

“Did they find evidence of him joining hands with the elves?”

“Not that, but it’s quite interesting.”

She slowly opened her mouth.

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