The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 86.1

Chapter 86.1: What I Wish for Spring (2)

Fwooooosh—

The train slowly slid along the tracks, spewing white steam.

The train, which came from Mainus, would probably now enter the garage and turn around.

Cain watched the departing train.

━But why would I tell you that?

The last words of Marquis McLoud came to mind.

━If you become my grandson-in-law, I can tell you anything.

A wry smile formed on his face.

Cain inwardly judged him to be an unpredictable old man.

But he supposed it was better than being a Marquis Ross, so he took it as a gain.

Thump, thump.

Many people got off the train, enough to fill the Lindbloom platform. However, no one approached Cain.

The physique of a knight, recognizable even from afar. Unlike most who were unarmed, he had a sword at his waist.

It was only natural for anyone to be afraid.

‘I understand Vanderbilt’s feelings a little.’

Cain shook his head, recalling the elderly knight.

Even in Airian, as times changed, regulations on weapons became stricter.

When Vanderbilt was young, it was natural for a knight to carry a sword and ride a horse.

However, now that trains were running, giant airships were cleaving the skies, and horses were nothing more than a pastime, those times had ended.

Although, the Great Wall and Count Ethelred, who were constantly threatened with survival, were living in a barbaric past, not in this civilized age.

As he was lost in such thoughts.

“Black hair and purple eyes, found him.”

The words of a station attendant in the distance caught Cain’s senses.

“It’s Cain Ethelred.”

The railroad workers at Lindbloom Station exchanged communications, all looking at Cain.

It was as he expected since he had identified himself and boarded the train, but he couldn’t help but frown.

At that moment.

Weeeeeeeeng—!

Red magic lights on the ceiling turned on.

A loud siren shook the platform.

Ordinary passengers were all surprised, and the station attendants quickly evacuated the passengers who had been on the same train, as if they had practiced beforehand.

Cain glanced around at the scene and stopped walking.

‘It’s a bit much to call it a welcome, but it would be appropriate to call it a hunt.’

Like a school of small fish in the sea fleeing from a giant predator, ordinary citizens disappeared, avoiding Cain under the guidance of the station attendants.

Whoosh—

In an instant, the place that had been bustling with hundreds of people became deserted.

Only the sirens blared, and the red magic lights, bright enough to erase even the morning sun, enveloped Cain.

As the civilians disappeared.

Click, click—

All the doors of the station in the distance opened, and a hundred knights marched in line.

Cain narrowed his eyes.

‘Royal Knights?’

In the royal capital, the only places that could mobilize knights on this scale were rebels or the Royal Knights.

Besides, there was no room for doubt since they were openly engraved with the emblem of the Airian Royal Family on their armor.

Cain scanned their formation.

The vanguard was equipped with swords.

The middle ranks with spears.

And the rear with bows and nets.

It was a typical equipment configuration designed to capture a single monster by multiple people.

“Are you Sir Cain Ethelred?”

At the forefront.

A middle-aged knight, built like Vanderbilt, approached alone. He stopped ten steps in front of Cain.

“I don’t think I’m a Sir, since I’ve never been appointed as a knight.”

“Then I shall call you Young Master Cain.”

Swish—

As soon as he confirmed Cain’s identity, he raised his arm.

Thud, thud, thud—

The Royal Knights then surrounded Cain in a circle. Cain watched them for a moment before opening his mouth.

“Royal Knight Commander, Sir Wayne Siker.”

“You know me?”

Cain and Wayne Siker faced each other.

Wayne Siker, considered to be the Sword of Airian and the best swordsman in the kingdom after Edmund’s disappearance.

And Cain Ethelred, the core of the storm that was writing a new story in the ever-stagnant Airian.

They were too famous to not know each other.

Cain raised the corners of his lips.

“I know your name. You’re too famous.”

King Hybolt’s political power was remarkable.

And the basis of such political power was the military force represented by Edmund and Wayne Siker.

He glanced at Cain.

The corners of his lips, which seemed as if they would never move like a rock, moved slightly, forming a wry smile.

Some of the Royal Knights flinched in surprise at his smile.

“Young Master Cain is also famous. I heard rumors that you had reached the realm of Sword Master, and I wondered if it was true.”

“What do you think now that you’ve seen it yourself? Do I look like a Sword Master?”

Cain asked, spreading his arms.

Wayne immediately shook his head.

“I can tell that you’re not a fake who just swings a big and flashy aura blade.”

“…….”

“Like me.”

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

Those who simply attached an aura blade to their sword and swung it around were fast and strong, but they were merely pseudo-Sword Masters.

And those who projected their hearts onto the world and conquered phenomena were true Sword Masters.

‘To think he knows the difference.’

Most people, and even well-known knights, didn’t know much about Sword Masters.

They acknowledged anyone who could just draw out an aura blade, but it was only natural in a civilized society where there was no need to fight and strive so sincerely.

Therefore, knowing the difference between real and fake was a part that showed how sincere a person was about the sword, and if he felt it, he was a truly excellent knight.

Just like Wayne Siker.

“I know that my colleague, Princess Oleciren, is already here.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Is the reason why the Royal Knights are greeting me like this because Oleciren sent you to give me a welcome?”

He asked a ridiculous question nonchalantly.

At Cain’s shamelessness, Wayne neither laughed nor got annoyed, but answered calmly.

“No.”

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