The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 94.1

Chapter 94.1: Spring of Salvation (2)

Marquis Ross.

Heatherward Ross, the marquis, was clad in ornate armor, unlike his usual attire.

On his breastplate, the symbol of Marquis Ross, the wings of a blood membrane, was engraved with sparkling red rubies.

He glanced to his side.

Sigma was there.

‘Sigma Ross Aegir,’ who had left to take care of Cain, was still lying down unconscious.

Marquis Ross’s gaze towards her was complex in many ways.

“The crown is broken, isn’t it?”

Beside him, Elder Rhys, who was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, spoke.

Marquis Ross turned his head.

In an instant, he hid his complicated gaze and replaced it with his usual icy expression.

Then, he looked at the glass box where Rhys’s finger was pointing.

It had been perfectly fine just yesterday, but now it was shattered into pieces.

Marquis Ross picked up the glass box and fiddled with a piece of the broken golden crown.

“It’s a shame that it broke before Hybolt could die, but it’s within the expected range, so it’s fine.”

“You were in such a hurry to mobilize the knights when the crown broke, yet you speak so leisurely.”

Rhys scoffed.

Ross slowly looked at him and shot back in a voice as cold as a blade.

“I believe you came here to help me. Or am I mistaken?”

He hadn’t spent many days with him.

But it was enough to see his arrogant, even abhorrent, attitude.

Rhys treated everyone like livestock unless they were elves, and finding fault and hindered Ross.

It wouldn’t have mattered if it were peacetime when he wasn’t wearing his armor.

For the sake of Glumiêm’s ‘promise,’ he would have humbled himself a hundred, a thousand times over.

But now, as the promise neared its end, as the one who would be the crucial ally in the ‘Northern Expedition’ that would decorate the grand stage, he decided to retreat no further.

It seemed that the ignorant elf needed to be taught a lesson.

Rhys, oblivious to Marquis Ross’s inner thoughts, snorted. He pushed himself off the pillar he was leaning against and jabbed a finger at him.

“Ha! You arrogant human. It seems the petty status of your society defines you.”

“And?”

Rhys clasped his hands together and bowed towards the north where the forest lay.

“Everything flourishes and withers under the grace of Her Majesty. It is by Her Majesty’s will that I even speak to a mere human like you.”

“Don’t you think that there is a reason the Queen chose me?”

“…….”

Rhys was momentarily speechless.

He only knew that a human, holding the position of marquis, had been persuaded to join their side. But he sensed something different in Ross’s words.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Ross, but there was nothing to be seen other than his shiny head.

“Insolence towards me is insolence towards the Queen’s choice.”

Ross’s following words.

Rhys’s beautiful face contorted at those words.

As if he had heard the filthiest of sounds, he growled and approached Ross.

“While you may have lived a few paltry decades, I have lived for centuries by Her Majesty’s side. I know Her Majesty better than you.”

“I don’t understand why such a knowledgeable elf is being so uncooperative.”

Marquis Ross tilted his head as if it were a machine, without blinking an eye. However, his gaze never left Rhys, like a predator had found its prey.

“Are you not interested in the front lines that have been at a standstill for the past three hundred years being broken?”

A sudden stop.

Rhys halted his steps, feeling a strange chill.

He wasn’t human.

He felt like the monstrous beasts he occasionally saw in the forest. It was as if something pitch black was swirling around Marquis Ross, who he had always known.

But he dismissed it as his imagination.

At the same time, enraged at himself for hesitating before a mere human, he aimed for Marquis Ross’s weakness.

“I hear it’s taboo in human society to love your own sibling.”

Marquis Ross’s eyes narrowed.

But Rhys, unaware, continued to spew his words recklessly.

“And you, you loved your sister? And then she was stolen away by your friend and died? How pathetic.”

“…….”

“Perhaps that love is what drove you to betray humanity and burn yourself. If that woman knew━.”

Marquis Ross raised his right hand.

Kwaaaang!

He grabbed Rhys’s neck with his gauntlet-clad hand and slammed him to the floor like a projectile.

“Ke—ugh—!”

Rhys couldn’t react in the slightest to Ross’s sudden and brutal attack.

His wide, emerald eyes, filled with shock, looked up at Ross.

He declared coldly,

“You can insult me all you want. But I will not tolerate a single word against Everwyn.”

“How dare… a mere… human…!”

Rhys roared, each word laced with fury.

Woooong!

A green power emanated from his entire body. The mana flowing from ‘Vision of the Forest,’ unique to the elves!

Thud!

But he couldn’t budge.

The more he tried to gather his strength, the more it felt like it was being drained.

Or rather, it was being devoured.

“How dare a mere elf.”

He looked up.

The elf’s natural enemy was there.

The red-eyed monster, who had sealed himself within the armor of a human, threw Rhys’s words back at him.

“It seems you’re unaware of why the elves were defeated in the Airian War of Independence.”

Ross brought his face closer to Rhys’s.

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