The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 83.2

Chapter 83.2: Proof of Spring (5)

Wayne Siker checked the Mage Tower Master’s ring and returned it, saying,

“Impossible.”

“Why? According to the law—”

“Because the Magic Tower Lord’s guarantee has just fulfilled its role by lifting the confinement that had been placed on the princess.”

“Confinement out of the blue?”

Oleciren’s brow furrowed deeply.

“Yes. His Majesty had placed you under indefinite confinement.”

“For what reason?”

“Because you almost caused the Airian Great War, which ended 70 years ago, to break out again by allowing the territorial war between the Seven Great Noble Houses this time.”

“It was tacitly permitted.”

“I was explicitly ordered.”

Oleciren’s gray eyes met Wayne Siker’s clear blue eyes.

One thing was clear: neither side would budge.

“If I had been confined, you should have captured me right away.”

“His Majesty couldn’t bring himself to do that to his own daughter.”

“It’s all the same in the end.”

Oleciren felt a pang in her chest.

She didn’t know Hybolt would avoid her and her companions so thoroughly.

As Cain had said, she thought there would be no problem since she was his own daughter and the heir to the throne he had appointed himself, but even that was impossible.

Oleciren stared at Wayne Siker with cold eyes.

“Then will it be enough if I bring the Archbishop’s guarantee?”

“Then perhaps He will forgive the sins of the one who brings it.”

“……Does Cain Ethelred have sins?”

“Yes. If His Majesty judges so, then he does.”

The pressure from Isoel and Vanderbilt, who were behind Oleciren, poured out, but Wayne Siker did not waver in the slightest.

He glanced at the three of them with indifferent eyes.

“Then I’ll be on my way.”

A voice stopped him in his tracks.

“So, in order to see Father, I need your guarantee.”

“Yes.”

“What will it take to get your guarantee?”

“The same as Count Edmund did before.”

Clang—

He tapped the sword at his left waist loudly and began to walk again.

Clench—

Oleciren clenched her fists.

With Hybolt so thoroughly avoiding her and her party, there was only one person who could bring the Archbishop’s guarantee and defeat the Royal Knight Commander with a sword.

She looked southwest.

At that moment, she felt as if she was looking into Cain’s purple eyes.

For a moment, she was filled with despair, thinking that she would only be able to get through this if Cain was there.

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“At that time, I was very embarrassed when I came to Airian after being appointed as Archbishop.”

Active participation would mean getting involved in the politics of another country, and being passive would mean turning a blind eye to the growth of witches, as in the case of Glumiêm.

“The king of a country accused the count’s wife of being a witch.”

Barbetta smiled bitterly.

There was depth to the laughter created by the simultaneous movement of the numerous scars and wrinkles that covered his skin.

“This foolish and impious man could not judge, so I spent days and nights agonizing over it.”

“What did you do?”

“I did nothing.”

Barbetta told Ethelred in secret and told him that as soon as he was about to go investigate, Edmund announced Chloe’s death.

“It was resolved by just staying still.”

Swoosh━.

Barbetta raised his index finger and pointed at Cain.

“Cain Ethelred, suspected of being the son of a witch and blessed by a witch.”

Nothing was confirmed, but it was a proposition that was all true.

From the Agweska that Cain is currently holding, it is a sword made by a witch based on her origin, Oleciren’s blessing saved him, and Chloe created Cain in this life.

“What a terrible insult.”

“Do you really think so?”

To Barbetta’s question, which had a hint of a smile, Cain was silent for a moment and then shook his head calmly.

“I had a slightly different thought.”

“This foolish man asks for advice.”

Cain’s eyes twinkled, reflecting the hazy light of the magic lamp.

And slowly his mouth opened.

“Why would someone like the archbishop tell me this? What’s the purpose? The saintess wants to catch me and kill me, so why is he helping me?”

“Everything is a question.”

“That’s because the world is full of questions.”

“I like to live in a world full of questions by asking questions.”

Barbetta seemed to like that Cain nodded his head several times on his own, and then spread his arms.

“Guess what I did before I became the archbishop of Airian.”

Cain glanced at him and tapped his nose.

“I have a good nose for the smell of blood. But you had a faint smell from the start.”

“Oh.”

“Then what would a priest who smells of blood be? He must be a heresy inquisitor. If he were a mechanized paladin, he would smell like oil too.”

Barbetta pointed to himself and agreed.

“That is correct.”

Wheek.

And then he vividly gestured with his own hands to the time when he had executed countless people.

“I hammered stakes into the hearts of witches, wrung the necks of children born of witches, and tore off the limbs of men possessed by witches.”

“…….”

The smell of blood intensifies as his words progress.

Because both witches and humans bleed the same red blood and have the same bloody life.

“And that’s not all. I killed everyone who came into contact with her in the place where the witch stayed. Regardless of age, gender, or gender.”

“…….”

There was no difference between what Barbetta said and saying that you reap what you sow and that you grind wheat grains into flour and bake bread.

Cain frowned at the fanaticism that took what was taboo as a human being and took it for granted in the name of God.

Seeing this, Barbetta asked Cain.

“You don’t like witch trials, do you?”

“Yes.”

No further answer was needed.

Because he didn’t want to agree with such words.

He thought that Barbetta would get angry like fire if he said that.

“I don’t like it either.”

His expectations were wrong.

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