The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 91.1

Chapter 91.1: Spring Snow (3)

The meeting, which had begun early in the morning, paused for a while.

Hybolt needed time to shake off the melancholy that the crown pressed down on him, and so did Cain.

From Sigma’s attack to the archbishop, Marquis McLoud, and even the royal palace. They had experienced in one night events that ordinary people might experience only once in a lifetime.

However, they did not sleep.

They lay together with Agweska, basking in the sunlight in the small garden attached to the ‘White Palace’ where Oleciren had grown up.

Wheeew━.

With his arms resting on his head and his legs half-crossed, he whistled as if in a good mood, the very picture of an idle man.

“Comfortable?”

Oleciren asked, holding up a cup filled with black tea.

Cain replied without opening his eyes.

“Not at all.”

“You look comfortable doing it.”

“It’s just the four of us here. A warrior who wants to live one more day must rest with all his might when he rests.”

Oleciren did not respond to that.

She just silently stared at Cain’s forehead, which was ruffled by the spring breeze blowing from the east.

Cain Ethelred.

The eldest son of the Ethelred count family.

Every time he acted as if it was nothing and rushed in, but what was on his shoulders now was the Airian Kingdom itself.

Where could such a Cain find a place to rest?

In a world where everyone was looking only at him, perhaps this was the last rest he would ever taste.

To the girl who wanted to be a leader, Cain’s appearance seemed achingly painful.

“You should remember this well too. Rest is also training.”

“I’m better at resting than anyone else in the world, so don’t worry.”

Cain said nonchalantly, completely unaware of Oleciren’s true feelings.

“Vanderbilt.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“Has there been any contact from the family?”

The elderly knight, who was picking up snacks from the same table as Oleciren, shook his head.

“Nothing in particular.”

“Really? It seems to be going better than I thought.”

Oleciren looked back and forth between the two and then opened her eyes wide.

Something came to mind.

“At the Crowl train station, the thing where you sent Asher and Abel back to Ethelred?”

“Yes.”

“You still can’t tell me why you sent them?”

Thump.

Cain lifted his upper body and sat down on the floor. He lightly opened his eyelids and blinked his violet eyes.

His eyes, a mixture of the silver light emanating from the ‘White Palace’, the sunlight, and the green of the very small garden, looked at Oleciren.

“You’ll probably hear soon.”

“……?”

“He’s coming.”

After Cain, Vanderbilt, Isoel, and Oleciren knew in what order something was coming.

The palace door opened, and Hybolt, with a lighter step, walked in with only Wayne Siker.

As the four of them stared at him, Hybolt tilted his head slightly and spoke to Wayne.

“It’s a little embarrassing when you look at me like that.”

“…….”

Wayne did not answer.

The King’s mind was healthy, but he couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been okay if it had been a little less healthy.

“I was thinking of talking in the conference room, but I guess the garden is better after all.”

Isoel and Vanderbilt stood up, holding their teacups.

Hybolt greeted them with a nod and sat down where Vanderbilt had been sitting.

“Speaking of which, Sir Vanderbilt.”

Vanderbilt’s eyes widened, not knowing that the king knew his name.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

He blinked, answering a little awkwardly.

“Is Ethelred still Ethelred?”

“I don’t understand what you mean.”

“I meant, are they still as ignorant and powerful as the knights who earned their nicknames during the last expedition?”

Cain recalled the office of the Ethelred family.

Edmund’s furniture, made of the most precious wood in the north.

As the poorest of the Seven Noble Families, the Count of Ethelred could not have bought the furniture.

Naturally, Edmund must have ripped it off during the 11th Northern Expedition when he led the knights.

“Your Majesty, I don’t think that’s my place to say.”

“Oh?”

Vanderbilt turned to Cain.

“Since the true master of Ethelred is here, Young Master Cain’s words will be more accurate than my report.”

Clap, clap━.

Hybolt clapped twice.

Then, Wayne familiarly set a teacup in front of Hybolt and poured him tea.

“I asked because that little Edmund is bringing out those ignorant and fearsome locusts, but should I tell him I asked?”

Cain rose from his seat and headed for the table.

Meanwhile, Oleciren, who had been listening to their conversation, tilted her head.

“Are you saying that Cain is mobilizing the Ethelred Knights? There was no particular intel on that.”

She had roughly guessed from the point when Abel was sent. But since the Royal Intelligence Service had not mentioned the dispatch of the Ethelred Knights, she had been leisurely wondering.

Hybolt looked at Oleciren for a moment before turning his head to Cain and clicking his tongue.

“You enjoy teasing a child, don’t you?”

Cain smiled, a smirk spreading across his face.

“I don’t know about a child. Oleciren is clearly older than me.”

“He broke the Ross fox’s tricks, quelled the chaos in his territory. After that, he took over both Lamaring and Crowl County, and even got the support of the tower master and the archbishop here. That makes him an adult.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“It’s not a compliment. It’s a warning to my daughter who thinks you’re unconditionally on her side.”

“……?”

Oleciren, who had been listening quietly, blinked her large eyes.

“This young man has accomplished in half a spring what an ordinary person would struggle with for a lifetime.”

“Please include Your Majesty’s curse as well.”

“……Yes, that too. Anyway, if the Royal Intelligence Service is perfectly capturing what a guy like this is preparing and reporting it to you, it’s too late.”

“No way.”

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