The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 93.1

Chapter 93.1: Spring of Salvation (1)

「“Edmund.”

Carla, her face as pale as if finely ground white porcelain had been spread over it, called to him.

“There is no one else but you.”

Edmund tightly bit his lower lip and shook his head without answering.

Elf or human.

His sharp sword that had pierced through opponents without discrimination was wavering.

“Heatherward can’t, and Hybolt…… he won’t anymore. He’s become a father now, more than a king.”

Drip— Drip—

Crimson blood, as if it had just left the body, flowed from Carla’s hands.

Thump—

The tiny heart that had been pulsating on her right hand stopped beating. She stared at it longingly, then grimaced, unable to overcome the rising disgust.

“I don’t want to go mad anymore. Please, Edmund……”

Edmund glanced at Carla.

A maid of the Royal Palace lay dead, her chest ripped open, a bright smile frozen on her face.

She was a young maid, newly assigned to the ‘White Palace’.

Perhaps because she was close in age to Oleciren, who had just begun to talk, they had become particularly close.

“Get rid of this cursed Ross blood.”

Thud.

Carla fell to her knees.

One of the reasons the Ross family continued their lineage through inbreeding was their nobility.

Although they were inferior as vampires, but noble as humans, their origin was blood.

During the Airian War of Independence, the first king had summoned the Ross bloodline as the natural enemy of the elves, and they had continued to this day.

If most of the Ross clan were in their land, dormant, they would have somehow controlled their impulses.

But for Carla, who had seen the light named Hybolt from the cage Edmund had broken, there was no holding back.

The maid who had died at her hand was already the third.

No matter how much she tried to gloss over it, there was a limit, as the palace maids, however humble, were daughters of noble families.

The present Carla Audrey.

Formerly, Everwyn Ross.

As if offering herself to God, she raised her blood-soaked hands.

“Please…… don’t let me kill Oleciren. You have a child now, so I believe you understand how I feel.”

Whooosh—

Edmund raised his sword.

He pointed its tip at Carla’s heart. But it wouldn’t budge, as if nailed to the spot.

No, only the tip trembled.

Carla slowly placed the tip against the skin above her heart and smiled.

“Destroy it in one go, so I can’t recover. You can do it.”

Dadadadada—!

Heavy footsteps could be heard outside the palace. It was a bit late, but the Royal Knights were running, having figured it out right away.

“Carla!”

It was undoubtedly Hybolt’s voice shouting from the front.

Carla shouted desperately at Edmund.

“Hurry! Don’t let everyone remember me as a monster! Don’t let me kill my own child!”

Woooosh━—

Edmund coated his sword with his characteristic golden aura.

He swung his sword at Carla, who was clearly visible even in his tear-filled vision.

Puk—

“Tha… nk you.”

With her heart, the source of her madness, destroyed, Carla slowly began to fall backward.

Bang.

At the same time, the palace doors burst open.

Hybolt, his eyes fixed on Carla lying on the floor, rushed towards her, Edmund’s sword still embedded in his chest.

“My Queen! Carla!”

He shook her.

He forced open her closed eyelids.

But even a king could not reverse death, and Carla, with her blood-stained hand, left a single streak on Hybolt’s cheek.

“Edmund…… he granted my wish……”

“I told you I would find a way! I was even contacting that damned Ross bastard to find it!”

“No. It would have been too late.”

“……”

Tears welled up and fell from Hybolt’s gray eyes.

Wherever his tears touched, Carla’s bloodstains were washed away, revealing her fair skin.

Carla mustered her remaining strength and tried to lift her head to leave a message for Edmund, but……

Thud.

In the end, she could only open her mouth slightly, unable to make a sound.

“Carla—!”

Hybolt’s mournful cry.

Wayne Siker, unable to bear to look at the scene any longer, drew his sword against Edmund.

Wareham, the Tower Master, and Count Crowl arrived late.

And Edmund, standing there blankly, recalled Carla’s last words.

—My savior who broke my cage, Edmund.

The five of them had been together since childhood.

But Ross had been the first to fall, and this was the end for the remaining four.

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