The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 97.1

Chapter 97.1: Spring of Salvation (5)

“There’s no time.”

The passageway was coming to an end.

Cain’s voice reached the exit, where the sunlight was shining white.

“But that doesn’t mean the four of us can just walk into a trap.”

He had seen the Elveknights once in Lamaring and twice when Sigma attacked.

Cain coldly assessed their level.

‘We can win.’

Even if Oleciren was the weakest of the four, she was a fledgling witch who was adept at using her powers.

If she buffed the other three, as she had during the battle with Ballam, and devoted some of his future to winter.

‘But getting caught is a defeat in itself.’

Marquis Ross’s calculations were exquisite.

It would be difficult to win against all the Elveknights, but if they were to fight, it would inevitably be a long battle.

Especially against monsters that are backed by the ‘Vision of the Forest’ that recovers them as long as there are elves nearby, no matter how many you cut down.

The problem was that from the perspective of Cain’s group, who had to go up before Olivia’s expeditionary force made their achievements, fighting and winning against them would be like winning a battle but losing the war.

If they didn’t take the train, they wouldn’t have to fight the Elveknights, but they would inevitably be delayed.

Delay meant defeat, and so did fighting.

‘That Ross, he’s meticulously blocking us like the noble he is.’

Cain gritted his teeth inwardly at the web of traps he had set.

Footsteps━.

Worrall stopped walking.

They were in front of a staircase leading up to another platform. He turned his head naturally as he met the pouring sunlight.

At the end of his gaze was Oleciren.

Unlike his previous behavior, Worrall opened his mouth with difficulty, as if he was forcing himself to move in clothes that didn’t fit.

“Actually, there is a way.”

“……Then tell me that first, you stupid undead.”

Cain said, since his worries were now meaningless.

Worrall frowned deeply.

“But I can’t tell you.”

“Why?”

“There is a way. But as I am now, I cannot tell you.”

His words were repeated as if a broken magical gramophone was repeating the same part of the music.

Even so, Worrall’s gaze did not leave Oleciren.

It was as if he was trying to tell her something.

“Ah!”

Cain realized something and looked back at Oleciren. At the same time, Isoel seemed to have noticed, and their eyes met.

Oleciren blinked her big gray eyes and pointed to herself.

“Me? Why?”

“Stationmaster Worrall said it earlier. That you have dominion over him, Your Highness.”

Isoel spoke first.

“Even if Marquis Ross went north and his control weakened, he must have put a stronger restriction on him so that he would never speak.”

Cain pointed to Worrall and continued.

“That’s where the method lies.”

He nodded once without saying anything, in affirmation.

It was the most action a puppet bound by a marquis’s authority could visibly take.

“Worrall Ross.”

Oleciren took a step forward and spoke.

She must have realized by now, after hearing that much.

“Tell me the method.”

Wooong━.

A strange wave spread out.

It was a much softer and weaker feeling than the wave felt when a witch exerted her power.

And unfortunately, Cain saw that the wave couldn’t pass through Worrall’s undead skin.

Worrall let out a deep sigh and replied to Oleciren’s words.

“As I am now, I cannot tell you.”

“The dominion moved, but it doesn’t seem to be reaching.”

Cain clicked his tongue.

He had hoped that things would work out easily this time, but it seemed impossible.

“I’ll try again.”

Oleciren tried to exert her power again, but Worrall shook his head.

“It seems Heatherward has tied the control tighter than I thought.”

Cain pointed to the places where the railway workers had appeared and asked.

“Then can’t we call the other guys and make them tell us?”

“The others know, but they can’t do it because of an issue of authority. Only I can.”

“Tsk. You must have been someone important among the Ross bloodline when you were alive.”

“…….”

Worrall did not answer Cain’s question.

It seemed that rather than not wanting to, Marquis Ross’s restriction was blocking him because it was related to his past life.

“Worrall Ross.”

Oleciren’s low voice echoed.

Worrall, who had been called, tried to shake his head in the same way, but.

Whooong━!

At the end of the passage.

No, behind Oleciren.

His hair and mustache fluttered in the wind blowing from the other side of the world, a depth unknown.

“Uh, uh…….”

He couldn’t continue speaking and stared at Oleciren with blank eyes.

Whirr, whirr, whirr━.

Cain frowned at the sound of the gears again and turned his head.

Tell me.

The command Oleciren threw with her witch’s power poured into Worrall.

At that moment, Cain saw a red haze washing away from Worrall’s entire body like sand being swept away by waves.

“Ah━.”

Worrall raised both hands as if worshiping a god.

When the aftermath of the command had subsided, Worrall looked up at the sky, his lips parted in a brilliant smile.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Thud.

He knelt down on one knee as if it were about to break, then bowed his head with his right fist on his chest.

As the other three looked at him, Oleciren smiled vaguely.

“I didn’t know it would work out this well.”

“Good job. Maybe it’ll be a big help in dealing with Marquis Ross…….”

It was quite useful to use the witch’s power to break the control that Heatherward was maintaining, but.

‘She can do this in an underground passageway like this, but if she does it outside, It’ll be like advertising to everyone that she’s a witch.’

Cain trailed off and then smiled bitterly.

“It won’t do.”

“You never know. It’s good to have any weapon you can get.”

Oleciren replied lightly.

She had vowed never to use her witch’s power after passing Primundi’s trial, but that was already swept away like a promise written in the sand.

Cain was always in front of her.

A flame-like being who never backed down and burned himself.

That’s why Oleciren changed her mind.

She had decided that she would use her terrible and fearsome witch’s power if the moment came when she needed to.

And she would not regret whatever price she had to pay.

They were slowly getting used to each other.

“With this level of dominion, there’s more I can do.”

Worrall’s eyes sparkled.

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