The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 90.2

Chapter 90.2: Spring Snow (2)

“You have quite the understanding of magic.”

Hybolt looked at Cain with a puzzled expression.

Although his heart was said to be dead, there were times when he expressed emotions.

And most of those times were related to Edmund. Having witnessed it a few times, Cain could predict what he would say next.

“It’s fascinating that the son of Edmund is so knowledgeable about such things.”

“I can’t deny that.”

Cain chuckled and asked,

“By the way, how are you feeling?”

“Refreshed. It feels like the shackles that have been binding me have finally been released.”

With the object that had constantly fueled his negative emotions removed, it was only natural for him to feel refreshed.

However, the emotions that had sunk beyond the bottom, into the abyss, wouldn’t recover all at once.

He still scanned Cain from head to toe with a stiff expression.

“It makes me wonder if you might truly be able to do it.”

Cain’s biological mother, Chloe Lamaring.

Hybolt was the one who had reported her to the temple as a witch, so it was only natural for him to think that Cain might be capable.

Cain nodded.

“Save your words for later. And it’s not that I’m particularly knowledgeable about magic. I was able to figure it out easily because it’s closer to witchcraft.”

“Witchcraft?”

“Ancient magic, from before the creation of modern magic. Simple and unpredictable, but lacking in security, making it easy to grasp once you recognize it.”

Of course, he did not say that he could tell at a glance because he had seen it over and over again at the Great Wall.

Crackle—!

Cain raised his right hand once more.

Pure white lightning crackled from his hand, as if ready to tear the enemy to shreds.

“Then allow me to revive you.”

He reached out towards Hybolt’s head.

At that moment, Wayne dashed forward and grabbed Cain’s wrist. Hybolt’s hand reached out as well, gripping Cain’s arm.

“Are you planning to put that on my head right now?”

The light of crackling lightning flickered in Hybolt’s gray eyes.

“Yes.”

“……Now that the crown is gone, I feel like I’m getting better.”

“That’s simply not enough. We need to wipe away the remnants left behind.”

“And you’re going to electrocute me with that?”

Crackle—

From the sound to the appearance.

Hybolt hesitated at the sight of the lightning, something one wouldn’t expect to see emanating from a human body.

“This is the most effective method.”

“Have you done this a lot?”

Cain recalled his days in the Great Wall.

━Just kill me, Cain Lord East! Do you think I’ll break under this kind of torture?!

━Uwaaagh! Please, spare me…!

━I’ll fight, I said I’ll fight!

It had always worked on those whose hearts were so dead that they couldn’t even calculate their own benefit.

Of course, there was fatigue from using the power of ‘Winter,’ but this much was doable for the current Cain.

He nodded confidently.

“Of course. It’s been very effective.”

“……Really?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. You don’t believe me?”

“Honestly, I don’t. How can I trust someone who points a sword at my throat in front of the king?”

Cain was momentarily speechless.

Hybolt’s logical words made him reflect on himself, and he had to admit, it was understandable.

Hybolt, seeing Cain at a loss for words, gave a faint smile, something he wouldn’t have done before.

“It was a joke, go on.”

“Your Majesty—!”

Wayne Siker called out.

Hybolt released Cain’s wrist and then let go of Wayne’s hand as well.

“To think that you might be able to pull me out of this dreadful emptiness…”

“Don’t worry, Your Majesty. You still have much to say and much to do.”

Cain grinned.

Thump.

And he placed his right hand on top of Hybolt’s head.

Wayne watched them nervously, and Oleciren had also drawn closer.

“Then let’s begin. It’ll sting a little.”

“S……Sting?”

At his unexpected words, the three of them stared at Cain.

“It’s bearable for an adult. Just endure it.”

Crackle—!

‘Winter’s’ lightning surged.

The pure white power that had been disassembling and reassembling Cain’s entire body from the moment he gained the power of the sacred treasure, constantly pushing him to grow, now poured into Hybolt.

『Samhain’s ‘Winter’… Unsealed.』

‘……Why now?’

Cain froze at the message that appeared before him.

The awakened form of winter, which had only been unsealed when he consumed the future to draw out the power of winter, had activated on its own.

Crack—!

At that moment, a bolt of pure white lightning struck down from the clear sky, aiming for Cain’s right hand.

The impact sent even Wayne flying, carving a long furrow in the garden as he crashed to the ground.

“Your Majesty—!”

He desperately tried to reach Hybolt.

But he couldn’t approach them easily due to the immense power emanating from both of them.

Hybolt’s eyes rolled back as Pure White Thunderbolt erupted from his entire body, making him tremble uncontrollably.

“Aaaaaah!”

Unable to watch any longer, Wayne desperately charged forward, mustering his aura.

Woosh━

However, at that moment, as if it were over, the lightning that had painted the palace pure white ceased, and Cain’s right hand fell away.

Swish━

From Hybolt’s shadow, a green afterimage flickered, attempting to escape.

“Sir Wayne!”

Cain left the half-unconscious Hybolt in Wayne Siker’s care.

He grabbed Agweska, which was still embedded in the ground, and swung it horizontally, cutting through the fleeing green afterimage.

‘It was terribly piled up.’

The negative emotions that had weighed him down to the point of being called dead were now gone.

Cain looked at Hybolt, who was blinking his eyes, and asked,

“How are you feeling? I just cleared away the remaining traces of magic.”

“I feel refreshed. Very refreshed.”

Hybolt raised his hand, clenching and unclenching his fist as a natural smile spread across his face.

“The human heart is weak. Just a slight change in direction makes me regret and hurt so much.”

He then reached out to Oleciren, who was watching from afar.

Oleciren approached him and knelt on the grass right beside him.

“I have much to say, but I know exactly what I must say first.”

Oleciren said, holding his hand.

“Yes, Father.”

“I thought it was alright. I thought it was a trial you had to go through to become king, and if you couldn’t overcome it, you were better off dead.”

Hybolt confessed his thoughts calmly.

“My precious daughter, Carla and my child, I’m sorry.”

“No, Father.”

Tears welled up in Oleciren’s large eyes. The coldness that had frozen her heart from Hybolt’s past indifference melted away.

Sniffle━.

Hybolt tightened his grip on her hand and continued.

“But even so, I cannot forgive that guy.”

“Pardon?”

His hands and feet trembled.

The pain he felt when he was engulfed in Cain’s lightning flashed back, and cold sweat began to drip from his entire body.

“He’s just like Edmund.”

Oleciren and Wayne looked at Cain, who shrugged.

“It must have stung a little, but it seems Your Majesty has a low pain tolerance.”

At his words, Hybolt shot to his feet and shouted.

“A little?!”

“Well then, let’s just say it stung more than you expected.”

“Cain Ethelred!”

“Let’s not make things difficult, shall we?”

At Cain’s shameless words, Hybolt let out a laugh in disbelief.

Life began to bloom on the face of the man who had only wished for death.

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