The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 89.2

Chapter 89.2: Spring Snow (1)

He knew Edmund was a genius.

But he never imagined that he would have defeated the previous generation of Ethelred, who was always strong, at the age of seventeen.

It was only natural that it produced a warrior of the Great Wall and a hero, but the weight of the words was different when he heard them directly from the king.

“And the level of Count Ethelred at the time would be similar to that of Sir Wayne now. He was the Royal Knight Commander for a while.”

“You mean the count of one of the seven noble families?”

Hybolt smiled wryly. Then, after looking at Oleciren and Cain alternately, he mocked himself.

“Even though it’s my country, Airian tends to push things through. I don’t know the details of what happened at that time, but it was probably similar.”

“I see.”

Cain nodded.

The very fact that he could draw his sword in front of the king and still be at peace showed how much Airian was a nation based on war.

So it would have been possible for Count Ethelred, one of the kingdom’s highest nobles, to be the Knight Commander.

‘If I had drawn my sword in the imperial palace garden instead of Airian, all the imperial knights would have flown in, so I’m glad.’

Cain smiled bitterly inwardly and raised Agweska.

“If I win, can I save His Majesty in my own way?”

Hybolt nodded.

Then, with the same expressionless face as a doll, he said.

“If Sir Wayne is defeated here anyway, there will be no one to stop you.”

“…….”

Cain and Oleciren looked at him.

He looked like a man who had no reason to live.

Oleciren clenched her fists under the table.

Whooong━.

The wind blew from Cain.

If you were to give the wind a name, it would be fight!

But there was no aura on Cain’s blade. The meaning was clear, Wayne Siker turned to Hybolt.

It was a sign that he would leave it up to him whether to draw his aura and clash head-on, or to cross swords without aura.

“He’s not quite Edmund, but Sir Wayne is a Sword Master. And you are called that. If the two of you draw your auras and fight with all your might━.”

Hybolt raised his hand and pointed to the garden, then to the gray palace that soared into the sky beyond it.

“Even if the grand magic barrier of the royal palace offsets the shock, it will be quite shattered, so let’s fight with swords only today.”

At Hybolt’s command, which had no change in tone, Wayne saluted smartly.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

In fact, it was an act of recognizing Cain not as a traitor, but as the eldest son of a count or an assistant to Oleciren.

However, nothing changed for the two of them.

Squeeze━.

Squeeze━.

Cain moves.

His feet were heavy as if they were gripping the ground, and he changed positions slowly but above all, stably.

Wayne also moved across from Cain, as if drawing a circle.

Pat━.

Wayne took the first move.

He ran towards Cain as if he had lost more than half his body weight, hard enough to crack the ground.

Whooong━.

His blade shot out in a straight line, more precisely than a ruler.

‘Clean.’

Cain stared straight at the sword that was rushing towards him as if to cut off his own ears.

Chaeng.

He accurately hit the middle part of the blade with Agweska and deflected the sword strike outward.

But Wayne Siker was not surprised.

He immediately took a step forward.

Kee kee kee gik━!

Agweska and his silver sword roared, and scarlet sparks flew.

Flames flickered in their eyes.

‘Sharp.’

Tick━.

Cain tilted Agweska, putting more weight on Wayne’s blade, and then bounced it out entirely.

Chaeng━!

But Wayne lightly withdrew his sword and charged again.

They charged, bounced off, sparks flew, and beads of sweat from the two men scattered like flower petals.

No one backs down.

Thud, thud.

Their feet intertwined dazzlingly in the center of the ballroom, as if dancing.

Since they were each other’s opponents, if they used a big technique while only competing in swordsmanship without aura, they would immediately jump at the chance to bite.

He tried to create an opening in his opponent with small techniques.

The silver blade that cut through the air with a chilling sound, and the black blade that read all its trajectories and ran down the fastest path!

Vanderbilt and Oleciren couldn’t take their eyes off the high-level attack and defense.

“Young Master Cain is lacking in physical strength.”

Isoel saw right through it.

Wayne Siker is in his forties, and compared to Cain, who is in his late teens, his body is bound to be aging.

However, the years he had spent training ignored the difference.

Furthermore, it seemed that Wayne had no difficulty even with the subtle movements, as if every single muscle had been reconstructed with aura.

“But Young Master is superior in skill.”

Vanderbilt couldn’t understand it at all. It was the same for Isoel and Hybolt.

Edmund was a genius, so it’s possible that his son, Cain, has a genius talent.

However, it was only talent.

It was strange to see him competing evenly with the Royal Knight Commander despite his lack of physical ability, his skills so perfect.

“Is it because of the different number of hells you’ve been through?”

Hybolt’s eyes sank deeply.

Whooong━!

Wayne’s attack was strong, fast, and straightforward. He was a knight of steel who had devoted his entire life to the Airian royal swordsmanship, ‘Cantref’.

Tick.

But Cain was different.

He dodged Wayne’s blade, which was aiming for his face, to the side.

Whoosh━.

He bent his back completely backwards and avoided it.

He never used the same defense twice against Wayne’s identical attacks. Even the rock-like Wayne seemed to be getting tired of the ever-changing fighting methods.

Thwack━.

At that moment.

When the attack and defense felt familiar.

Shheeeeek━.

Agweska accelerated even further.

The target is Wayne’s neck!

Kuoong.

However, Wayne did not back down.

Even in the face of Cain’s threatening thrust, he moved closer to danger to create an opportunity.

He raised his sword vertically.

Cantref.

A mighty rock falls, splitting even rocks.

Kuoong.

The same step as Wayne.

Cain grinned.

‘The best defense is an offense.’

Even if he didn’t raise his aura, he was still a man who had put his life into the sword!

Wayne’s blow had a heaviness that reminded Cain of the Great Wall.

That’s why Cain gripped Agweska again and, from the thrust, the one he had swung tens of thousands of times━

Dark Sky Bright Light.

Original Style.

Kyrie.

He drew the trajectory of the horizontal with black despair.

Caaaaaaaaaaaan━!

A roar that seemed to tear his ears apart rang out.

“Eastern… sword?”

Stagger━.

At that moment, the winner was decided.

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