The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 89.1

Chapter 89.1: Spring Snow (1)

Marquis Ross, with his gleaming head, looks down at the sickbed.

On the bed lay Sigma, unconscious and breathing faintly, unable to hide even her ears.

“Her wounds are deeper than I thought.”

Across from Marquis Ross.

A man with the same green hair as Sigma, dressed in a white gown, continued speaking as he examined her.

“Her internal injuries are severe because she forced the Queen’s descent while injured.”

“Can you heal her?”

At Ross’s words, the man glared sharply as if offended.

“Even by human standards, over ten years is quite a long time, you know.”

“Indeed.”

Whooosh━.

The man’s eyes flash.

“But your words seem to be more of a pity for a useful tool breaking down rather than a concern.”

However, Marquis Ross ignored him and continued.

“That’s our deal. You all use me as a tool anyway, so why should you be any different?”

Words that pierce through the relationship between the elves and Ross.

“…Tsk.”

The man clicked his tongue.

He didn’t like Queen Glumiêm, who had caused this situation, nor did he like the bald human marquis who had made a contract with such a queen.

But as one of the Elders, he couldn’t disobey.

He fed Sigma the herbs he had prepared in the forest beforehand.

Marquis Ross watched over his treatment and asked,

“I heard from the Queen that you’ll be working with me until Sigma recovers. But I haven’t even heard your name yet.”

The man replied with a displeased expression.

“I am Rhys O’Higgin. Like Sigma, I am one of the nine Elders.”

“Then from now on, you shall be called Rhys Ross O’Higgin.”

Knowing what it meant to have a nobleman’s surname as a middle name, Rhys only frowned and said nothing.

Then he noticed a glass box by the window.

Rhys finished treating Sigma and looked down at the crown inside the glass box. Then he tilted his head in wonder.

“It seems like something the Queen made. They must be a pair… but for something imbued with the high magic of mind control, it’s too weak.”

“If Sigma is physically strong, then you are an Elder with good magical insight.”

Rhys frowned and looked back at Marquis Ross.

He hated working with humans more than death, but he endured it as best he could, given the circumstances.

Marquis Ross came up to him and looked down at the crown.

“There are a few reasons, but this is enough to kill a person’s heart.”

“All it does is make them a little depressed and negative? There’s also some perception impairment that makes wearing the crown awkward.”

“I don’t know about elves, but the human heart is too weak. It breaks and dies easily.”

Rhys scoffed and said,

“Like how you became twisted?”

But Marquis Ross only smiled pleasantly and turned away.

Rhys muttered as he watched him leave,

“Just like a traitor who betrayed humans because of love.”

Crack━,

And a small crack appeared on the stored crown, so small that even Rhys didn’t notice.

Pure White Thunderbolt flickered very briefly.

🔹🔹🔹

It was forbidden to enter most of the continent’s royal families with weapons, including the Kreuz Empire.

However, Airian was not included in most of them.

As a nation that began in the war with the elves, even the king was able to wield a weapon in basic chivalry to fight the elves.

Thanks to that.

Srưng━.

In this palace garden, Cain’s black sword and Royal Knight Commander Wayne Siker’s silver sword were pointed at each other.

Cain looked at Hybolt, who was wearing a crown behind Wayne.

“I’ve often seen humans fall into despair, unwilling to do anything, and not knowing why they live.”

In fact, there were many cases where they chose death themselves.

That was why the average life expectancy at the Great Wall, the eastern boundary of the human world, was 72 hours. This was because there were suicides as well as homicides.

The problem was that even those people were needed on the Great Wall.

‘Even if it’s a blade of sorrow, I had to use it if it could kill the enemy.’

Why live?

What made my heart flutter?

The Great Wall had accepted even those who had lost all of their human ‘hearts’ and sent them to the front lines.

In such a situation, the Lords of the East were troubled.

How to restore those with mental illnesses, and how to make them fight well after they recover.

Thanks to this, two methods have been established.

The first is to present benefits and get them moving.

And the second is a method that can only be done by the successor of the demonic sword, ‘Winter’.

Pazzic━.

Pure White Thunderbolt erupts from Cain’s left hand.

At the same time, aura slowly began to cover Wayne Siker’s blade.

His aura was so deep, heavy, and blue that he could practically be called a Sword Master.

He politely stopped Cain first.

“Please put down your sword.”

“I appreciate your kindness. But now is the time to draw your sword.”

“Cain Ethelred!”

Kugu gung━!

Wayne Siker’s cry was filled with considerable energy, and the surrounding grass swayed as if swept away by a strong wind.

But only the ends of Cain’s hair fluttered, as still as a pillar rising to the sky, rooted to the ground.

“Sir Wayne knows too, right? That His Majesty Hybolt is acting strange.”

“…….”

He didn’t waver either.

No matter how strange he became, Hybolt was still Hybolt, so the only thing that could move a knight named Wayne Siker was a royal order.

A confrontation on the verge of breaking out.

“Do you know who Edmund defeated when he was your age?”

It was Hybolt’s words that broke it.

“I don’t know.”

Cain lowered his head.

Even the hero Abel didn’t tell him the details.

“It was the former Count Ethelred.”

Hybolt’s face, which had been as hard as a doll’s, showed a faint hint of emotion.

But it was so faint that it was impossible to tell what kind of emotion it was.

“……!”

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