The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 79.2

Chapter 79.2: Proof of Spring (1)

Clank–! Clank–! Clank–! Clank–! Clank ––!

The train slowly slowed down as its wheels rolled along the double tracks.

Cain and his companions, who were in a passenger car that was close to being abandoned, looked outside as they gathered their luggage.

The cityscape of Mainus came into view.

The expressions of the citizens, who saw their half-destroyed passenger car, were all close to astonishment.

“The Director of Railways will probably be waiting for us when we get off.”

“Why?”

Oleciren pointed at her face as if she was dumbfounded by Cain’s question.

“He has to come out when there’s been a terrorist attack like this on the train that the princess is riding, right?”

“That’s true. She is a princess.”

“What?”

As she pouted, Cain naturally smiled and took a step forward.

“I was only thinking about the fact that we’re comrades.”

“You…….”

Oleciren, who knew that it was Cain’s own joke, chuckled.

Isoel and Vanderbilt followed behind Cain and Oleciren, picking up the rest of their luggage.

“Wasn’t the director Marquis Ross’s man?”

“Ah, he must be Director Lubrick, who probably turned a blind eye to Sigma or the knights boarding the train.”

Vanderbilt, who was even carrying Cain’s luggage, tilted his head and asked.

“Couldn’t they have boarded secretly? Young Master Rude Crowl also infiltrated the train to Ironheart.”

Oleciren turned her head towards Isoel.

Isoel nodded and pointed above the door at the end of the passenger car.

A complex model number was written on it, all starting with ‘4’.

“I think the director turned a blind eye because the train is a different generation.”

“Generation?”

As an elderly knight who had held a sword since the time trains didn’t run, it was bound to be an unfamiliar subject.

Isoel explained step by step.

“When Airian introduced trains, the mainland already had around the 3.5th generation of trains.”

“Ah…….”

“If trains up to the 3rd generation were ordinary trains, then the trains heading to Mainus and the capital, Lindbloom, are the 4th generation equipped with the boundary magic created by the magic city, 〈Lille〉. Therefore, this train can immediately catch intruders.”

“It’s very complicated. It wasn’t this fast in the past, but the world is moving too fast.”

Vanderbilt’s voice lost its strength.

Cain was about to say that changes would happen much faster in the future and that 5th generation trains had started running on the continent right now, but.

Pat– Pat–

He just patted Vanderbilt on the shoulder.

As the three of them moved forward.

Oleciren looked back.

The bodies of the Elveknights, whose heads Cain had smashed, lay scattered about.

They were like the undead.

While the situation was being sorted out and before the railway workers could investigate, Cain and his companions had examined them beforehand and were able to see that they were still human.

However, they were in a state where their fear had been removed and Vision of the Forest had been implanted in their bones so that they could be controlled by the will of the elves.

Clench.

Oleciren, who was uncomfortable with killing even if they were enemies as long as they were citizens of the Airian Kingdom, clenched her fist.

Cain suddenly opened his mouth.

“I didn’t like the elves, but I didn’t hate them either.”

As everyone looked at him, Cain touched the wall where the red blood from the Elveknights had splattered and solidified.

The blood stuck to his hand with a thud.

“But now I hate them. I understand why Abel hates the elves so much.”

Airian Kingdom’s deep-rooted hatred for elves.

The hatred Abel, who had even become a hero, had shown towards the elves.

It made sense that a human child who had grown up in the presence of this race that only looked similar to humans but couldn’t understand their emotions at all would have such feelings.

“So, Princess Oleciren.”

“You said we were comrades earlier, why are you lowering your voice like that?”

“You must definitely participate in this elf war. For the sake of your throne, for the sake of this kingdom, and in order to kill elves.”

Oleciren and Cain stared at each other. They felt a hot passion in their eyes that was more intense than warm encouragement.

“Don’t worry, I was thinking of having a talk with my father even if you didn’t say anything.”

“Really?”

When Cain asked back with an expression that seemed to ask if she was that prepared, Oleciren took out a small ring from her bosom.

“Do you know what this is?”

“It looks like something Count Wareham was wearing.”

“That’s right, I received this token separately on the night I left Crowl territory.”

—The Magic Tower must remain politically neutral…….

Although he was easygoing, as the owner of the Airian Magic Tower, Count Digrid Wareham had initially refused in a roundabout way.

However, Oleciren had prodded Isoel, who was standing next to her, into speaking, and he had immediately taken off his ring and given it to Oleciren.

—Haha, what’s the big deal when my daughter asks? Our Magic Tower will vouch for Princess Oleciren.

Cain chuckled after hearing Oleciren’s story.

‘He couldn’t help but give it to her since his beloved daughter was the 1st Princess’s escort knight.’

He finally understood why Isoel’s face had looked like she had eaten something bad on the day of their departure.

Oleciren straightened her shoulders.

“Even if my father hadn’t given me his permission, I would still have been able to do it according to the laws of the kingdom. I can receive a guarantee from the master of the Magic Tower or the archbishop, or I can defeat a royal knight commander.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard of that.”

A rule that Cain, who had nothing to do with the Airian Royal Family in his previous life or in this one, would not have known.

Oleciren put the ‘Magic Tower Master’s Ring’ back in her bosom.

“So I’m serious. I’m not just going to sit back and do nothing just because I’m a princess.”

“Good.”

Cain chuckled and turned around.

Seeing the Elveknights and Sigma, Cain was suspicious of the current king, Hybolt, for a moment.

‘Is he really just sitting still because he doesn’t know anything?’

Or was he watching everything unfold while doing nothing?

He thought that if it was the former, it would be fine, but if it was the latter, it might not be resolved just because Oleciren was his daughter, so he was quite pleased with Oleciren’s actions.

Click–

Cain opened the door of the passenger car, which had gotten close before he knew it.

“Shall I open the door?”

Between the passenger cars.

The railway workers, who were already out, saluted in unison and asked.

The train was now pulling into the station.

It slowly came to a stop, and Cain glanced out the translucent glass at Mainus Grand Central Station, which was passing by.

He couldn’t see anything in detail, but there seemed to be quite a lot of people gathered.

The railway worker holding the doorknob saw Cain’s gaze and opened his mouth.

“The Director is currently here to meet you.”

“It seems like there are a lot of people for just that.”

“Well, that’s…….”

He couldn’t easily continue his words.

Cain frowned at the nuance that someone more difficult to deal with than the Railway Director had come.

“Is there anyone higher than him in Mainus? Did someone from the Royal Family come?”

However, it was impossible for someone to come from Lindbloom in time unless they flew like Count Wareham.

There shouldn’t be anyone higher than the Railway Director in Mainus right now unless someone from one of the other Six Great Noble Houses had come.

As the railway worker hesitated to speak, Cain smiled faintly.

Since there was no way to survive anyway, he opened the large door of the train.

“Greetings, Young Master Cain Ethelred.”

A middle-aged man in a railway uniform bowed his head.

The name Lubrick on the name tag attached to his chest proved that he was the director.

But more importantly than that.

Vwoom––!

Dozens of golden spears slammed into the floor of Grand Central Station.

The Holy See’s mechanized paladins in mechanical armor stood in a line to the left, and on the other side stood heresy inquisitors.

Between those two eerie lines.

There was an emaciated, hollow-cheeked, white-haired old man with gleaming eyes.

The one whom the mechanized paladins and the heresy inquisitors followed.

“You are to be tried for heresy.”

The Airian Archbishop, Nocho Barbetta, said, raising his eyelids, which were covered in wrinkles or scars, it was difficult to tell.

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