The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 86.2

Chapter 86.2: What I Wish for Spring (2)

“Then it must be a hunt. It seems like you’ve come to the conclusion that I’m a threat to the Royal Family—”

Cain didn’t continue.

Clench.

The next thing he did was grab the Sword of Despair, Agweska.

Tension filled the air.

The red magic lights, which never turned off, illuminated the faces of Cain and the royal knights in turn.

There was no siren, but a silence more eerie than that bloomed among the hundred knights.

Gulp.

The sound of someone swallowing.

The sound of someone dragging their feet in tension.

The frictional sound of armor as muscles tensed up.

Thud—

Amidst the sounds that could only be heard on the battlefield, Cain took a step forward with his left foot.

He bent at the waist and took a stance as if he would draw his sword and cut Wayne’s throat at any moment.

Click—

Wayne Siker’s fingers moved in response.

He looked like a gentleman, but he was also a knight who lived by putting his life on the edge of a sword instead of a scale.

He looked like he wanted to draw the sword from his waist at any moment.

Tremble, tremble.

But then he shook his head.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

Cain, who was about to draw his sword at any moment, straightened his waist slightly and asked back.

Wayne Siker lightly tapped the sword on his left waist and replied.

“I will be a trial on your path, but not now.”

“Then what is it now?”

“His Majesty’s judgment.”

Wayne was not a noble.

When he was young, Hybolt traveled all over Airian with his colleagues, and during that time, he saved a child in a dilapidated mountain village.

That was Wayne.

Hybolt fed, washed, put him to sleep, and taught him.

Hybolt raised him with all his heart, and Wayne grew up excellently and became a Royal Knight, as if to repay him.

Thus, he was a loyal man who completely followed Hybolt’s orders.

“His Majesty hasn’t told me what to do with Young Master Cain yet.”

“What if he tells you to kill me?”

“I will kill you at that moment.”

“What if he tells you to die?”

“I will gladly die.”

“……Tsk.”

Cain clicked his tongue and completely straightened his waist. And he let go of the hand holding Agweska.

He was more blindly obedient than a puppet.

He was more stupid than Cloyd, who just stood still and watched as he was told.

Cain glanced at the knights who were about to jump him.

“This ‘His Majesty’s judgment’ thing seems like a plan to capture and kill me.”

“It’s true that we’re here to capture you, but not to kill you.”

Step—

Wayne Siker took a step forward and pulled out a piece of paper from his arms and read it.

“Cain, the eldest son of Count Ethelred. You are to be treated as a first-class traitor upon arriving in the royal capital for the crime of almost causing the Airian War.”

“……?”

“However, the crime will be pardoned if there is a guarantee from either the Tower Master, the Archbishop, or the Royal Knight Commander.”

Cain instantly realized the intention of the warrant.

‘The guarantee part is unnecessarily added. A rebel who they have no intention of actually punishing.’

The fact that the ‘guarantee’ part was added showed that they had every intention of stopping Cain.

“Has His Majesty Hybolt’s heart leaned towards the Second Princess?”

Otherwise, there was no way he would so thoroughly push Oleciren and him away.

If Second Princess Olivia solidified her position as the commander-in-chief, it would be impossible to overturn it unless a miracle happened.

However, First Princess Oleciren couldn’t predict the true intentions of Hybolt, who had chosen her as his successor.

“I can’t tell you that.”

Wayne flatly refused to answer.

Then he pointed his finger at the train platform across the way.

A new train bound for Mainus was slowly pulling in.

“Under the Special Railway Act, which was created along with the laying of the railroad tracks, stations are designated as independent areas. Therefore, legally speaking, this is not the royal capital.”

Hybolt’s warrant stated that ‘Cain’ would be considered a ‘traitor’ if he entered the ‘royal capital’.

Therefore, since this place was not the ‘royal capital’, Cain was not yet a criminal.

“You want me to go back?”

At Cain’s question, Wayne Siker nodded slightly.

“Yes. There will be no problem as long as you don’t enter the royal capital.”

“It doesn’t seem like you had any intention of sending me back from the beginning……”

There were things you couldn’t help but see even if you didn’t want to.

Like how the Royal Knights surrounding him were looking at Wayne Siker with their mouths agape.

Without being fazed by everyone’s gaze.

“It’s not your time to end yet.”

Wayne spoke as a knight and as the Sword of Airian after Edmund’s disappearance.

“I’ve seen countless knights, but you are the closest to Edmund. So instead of going on a futile adventure, I hope you become the Sword of Airian.”

The favor shown by the current Sword of Airian towards the future Sword of Airian.

However, Cain shook his head.

“Thank you for your concern, but I can’t do that.”

Wayne looked at Cain with a complicated look in his eyes.

“I knew you wouldn’t accept it. One who has obtained their own sword will not bend their will.”

Whoosh—

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne raised his right arm to the sky.

Thud—!

At that moment, the hundred Royal Knights surrounding Cain and Wayne stomped their feet.

When the elite knights simultaneously stomped on the ground, the ground of Lindbloom shook as if it were about to collapse.

Wayne slowly lowered his arm and pointed at Cain.

“All swords drawn.”

Clang.

The momentarily relaxed atmosphere tensed up again.

“The enemy is the first-class traitor, Cain Ethelred.”

Clang, clang—!

Swords, spears, bows, nets.

Human wisdom to capture a powerful being was held in the hands of the Royal Knights.

Wayne Siker, with a truly reluctant expression on his face, hesitated for a moment before giving his final order.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s time yet, but—”

“……?”

Cain pulled out Archbishop Barbetta’s letter of guarantee, with its pure white wings, from his arms.

“This is a letter of guarantee from Archbishop Nocho Barbetta.”

“……How did you get that?”

Wayne’s eyes widened, and Cain glanced around at the surroundings where the tension had disappeared in an instant, shrugging.

“So, will you show me to my friend? I think she’s waiting for me at the palace.”

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