The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 87.2

Chapter 87.2: What I Wish for Spring (3)

Usually, knight commander Wayne would guard Hybolt from a close distance, but it was a natural question since he was nowhere to be seen.

On the other hand, the two knights who knew the situation could not answer.

“He went to catch the traitor.”

Hybolt answered instead, and Oleciren stepped into the palace garden full of white and red flowers.

However, Isoel and Vanderbilt remained outside the garden. Literally, the king is alone, so it is a problem in itself for the princess to enter with the knights.

“Both of you come in.”

“……!”

Isoel and Vanderbilt’s eyes widened at Hybolt’s sudden command.

But since they couldn’t refuse anyway, they both followed Oleciren.

The garden was much larger than it looked from the outside.

After passing through the winding flower paths like a maze, they entered a wide-open lawn, the size of a knight’s training ground.

And in the middle of it.

Pitter-patter—

There was a man sitting alone, pouring tea from a teapot into a teacup and drinking it alone.

His expression seemed to contain all the world’s fatigue, and his abundant gray hair looked as fluffy as an old lion’s mane.

However, the small crown placed on his head revealed his identity.

“Sit down. The two knights must stand.”

There were three chairs prepared at the round table.

Oleciren sat to Hybolt’s left, and the two knights stood a short distance behind her.

“Your Majesty.”

Oleciren spoke.

Then Hybolt raised his hand to stop her.

“You didn’t come as the heir to the throne, but as my daughter. Call me comfortably.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Is that so?”

Hybolt nodded.

“You said you wouldn’t meet me, but I wanted to see your face and talk to you first.”

There was no change in his expression or eyes, but it was a sign that Oleciren’s forceful attitude had passed.

“Olivia is cunning. If there’s a rule, she’ll find a way to overcome it, break it, and profit from it. On the other hand, you are upright.”

Hybolt’s words, evaluating the two princesses as if slicing thinly with a sharp knife.

“But it’s changed.”

“Was it a test?”

Hybolt lifted his teacup as if he hadn’t heard anything.

However, instead of bringing it to his mouth, he took a moment to let the garden breeze and sunlight into the cup.

“It’s a nice day.”

“If Olivia is cunning and I am upright, then you, Father, are mean.”

Hybolt’s eyebrows shot up.

It was obvious that he hadn’t expected Oleciren to say such a thing. But he soon sat down and lifted his teacup.

“The tea is bitter.”

“Isn’t it bitter because your taste is bitter?”

“It’s been only a month since you left this palace. But there’s a lot that’s different, enough for your words to carry a sword, for me to say you’re my daughter.”

Oleciren thought of Cain.

She hadn’t spoken like this when she was in the palace.

She didn’t talk much with Isoel, who was quiet, and she refused to talk to others because she was busy hiding the fact that she was a witch.

Life, words, heart.

But everything changed after meeting Cain.

“Did Ethelred’s eldest son change you like this?”

“I was always like this.”

“Then it means I saw you wrong. Me, who is above all officials and nobles.”

Hybolt’s gray eyes slowly moved and fixed on Oleciren.

The pressure from his gaze was such that even Isoel and Vanderbilt, who were standing far away, could feel it.

“That’s how it’s always been.”

However, Oleciren was unfazed.

The hells she had already gone through were too much to be intimidated by Hybolt’s gaze.

“How else would your daughter only now know her own mother’s real name.”

“……!”

Clink.

Hybolt’s expression remained the same as if wearing a mask, but the sound of the teacup told her that the strength in his hand had weakened.

Oleciren didn’t stop and poured out her words.

“Is my mother Carla Audrey, the only daughter of a poor baron, or Everwyn Ross, the younger sister of the current Marquis of Heatherward?”

The root of the current fight for the throne stemmed from Marquis McLoud’s greed and the unknown reason for Marquis Ross’s hatred.

Until now, she had known that Olivia was the granddaughter of Marquis McLoud and that the nobles were doing this to seize the throne.

However, now that she knew her real mother’s name, she could deduce that there was a hidden past and that the reason Marquis Ross was so vehemently opposed to her was because of it.

“Everwyn is not my younger sister, but Heatherward’s older sister.”

Hybolt corrected Oleciren’s words.

“You knew, Father.”

Slurp—

Hybolt stared at the rippling tea with empty eyes, took a sip, and replied.

“She was my wife before she was your mother. Did you think I wouldn’t know that?”

“Lord Count Garick and Master of the Magic Tower Digrid said that they couldn’t talk about it.”

“Because I shut their mouths with ‘Oath of Trust’.”

Oleciren’s hands, resting on the table, clenched tightly.

An indescribable emotion surged within her towards Hybolt, who knew everything but said nothing.

Anger at being kept in the dark.

Bewilderment at how easily he told her.

Sadness as she tried to guess what had happened, if he couldn’t even leave his daughter her name.

But no tears came.

No, she didn’t shed any.

“Is that why Marquis Ross became my enemy?”

As one of the contenders for the throne of Airian, she simply asked.

Hybolt turned his head to look at Oleciren, who was acting differently from his expectations every time.

Surprise appeared in his slightly widened eyes.

“Don’t you resent it?”

“That’s for later.”

“You’re not going to ask why?”

“That’s for later, too.”

“Then?”

Oleciren’s gray eyes stared straight at the king without a hint of wavering.

“The first thing is to figure out if it’s an obstacle to my path, and if so, how to get rid of it.”

“I thought you weren’t that interested in the throne.”

Oleciren pointed to Isoel and Vanderbilt standing behind her.

And at the tip of her finger, pointing to the air, were both Cain and Ethelred.

“I’m not alone anymore.”

“Not alone……”

Footsteps—

Someone’s footsteps were heard.

Turning their heads in that direction, they saw two people walking from the flower path.

One was Wayne Siker, standing silently behind Hybolt.

“I was worried, but it seems you did well.”

And Cain, with his purple eyes, sat down in the empty chair and spoke to Oleciren.

“The owners of the empty seats have all arrived.”

And Hybolt, who looked somewhat empty, opened his mouth.

“Not knowing that this place could be your execution ground.”

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