The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 98.1

Chapter 98.1: Spring of Salvation (6)

Oleciren hesitated.

It shouldn’t be difficult to tell those who had already died and become undead.

However, they now approached her one by one like humans. She hesitated even more as a sense of affection bloomed within her.

“The Ross’s bloodline is unfortunate.”

Worrall slowly brought up the story that had been in his heart.

“We were too inferior from birth to become nobles of the night, and too different to mix with humans, so in a world that loves to draw lines, we were always beings outside the line.”

It was his and their past that he would never have been able to speak of under Heatherward’s rule, and the true form of Ross that Everwyn, as Carla, couldn’t bring herself to convey.

“But Airian accepted us. Because we are the natural enemies of elves, we were raised as tools to stop the elves’ southward advance, and even in death, we are used as tools. That is the Ross bloodline.”

Half of the Marquis Belt, which blocks the elves’ southward advance.

The Marquis Ross territory.

It’s not a title or land given for the glory and authority of the Ross bloodline.

It was the sacred battlefield where they fought against the elves within the line of humans for three hundred years.

Worrall raised his head.

And he looked straight into Oleciren’s trembling eyes and said,

“But I have no regrets. Because it is a reward for the Airian royal family who accepted us in this land.”

The one who speaks of the true duty that even Marquis Ross has forgotten.

The one who sees through the history of Ross.

As Worrall continued to speak, everyone vaguely realized his identity.

Kwaang━.

Worrall slammed his fist on the ground.

He shouted in anger.

“But that bastard Heatherward abandoned Ross’s history out of greed! He threw away his duty and joined hands with the elves!”

Worrall’s voice trembles with anger.

‘Worrall Ross,’ who was already dead, knew Everwyn Ross well and could call Heatherward a ‘bastard.’

Thump, thump━.

Behind him, other Rosses kneel one by one.

One should not expect the living to take on the duties of the dead. However, the Ross bloodline did not try to evade their duty by dying.

“Of course, I understand why Heatherward is doing that, but he has crossed the line he shouldn’t cross.”

The smell of dirt and blood that Cain had spoken of emanated from the already dead Ross bloodline.

But it’s different from before.

The thick, rotten smell of dirt was the smell of loyal sweat that had been embedded in this land, and the fishy smell of blood was the heart that was willing to fight to the death━!

Oleciren put aside her pity.

As a member of the royal family who bears the name of Airian, she accepted their request.

“What exactly should I order?”

Thump━.

All the Rosses hit their heads on the ground.

“Die again on the battlefield!”

The waters of the Elivagar River rippled.

Naglfar, who shared the glory of the Ross bloodline, trembles. It was as if he was singing a requiem for the end of Ross.

“Die fighting the elves!”

Thump━!

No matter how much they hit their heads on the ground, blood does not flow. Only the black fluid oozing from their dead bodies stained the ground.

“Kill Heatherward, the stain of Ross!”

Kuuuung━.

However, it was their heart that neither red blood nor transparent tears could follow.

Whoo━.

Cain raised his finger.

He pointed to the dummy explosives Oleciren had asked about.

“Did you bring it out to die?”

“……Your tone has changed.”

“I can’t speak carelessly to a warrior who has embraced death.”

Worrall and Cain, who had been bickering until now, looked at each other. There was something that only those who risked their lives to uphold their beliefs could relate to.

Worrall nodded.

“We’re going to load it onto the train you were supposed to board. I and half of the people here will go with you.”

“You plan to attack the Elveknights.”

If it were Heatherward, he would have made every preparation to ambush Cain and his party.

Worrall’s plan was to rush into the Elveknights’ trap with the bombs.

“It will be my last mission to get rid of those filthy things created by joining hands with the elves.”

Cain took a deep breath.

After a moment of wondering if he should say something to them, he shared the information he knew.

“Elveknights recover quickly if there are elves nearby. Your hearts are noble, but realistically……”

“Then we’ll just have to kill the elves first.”

Worrall rose from his seat.

Following him, the other Ross bloodlines also rose from their seats.

“What a wonderful thing this is. To have the opportunity to sacrifice ourselves for the young heroes marching north to fight the elves.”

Worrall’s eyes sparkle.

Perhaps their determination may be powerless in the face of realistic power. But he couldn’t despise their nobility and will.

He turned and bowed his head to Oleciren.

“So command us, Your Highness. Step on our deaths and thrust our swords into the heart of the elves!”

Everyone looks at her.

Roll━.

A single clear, transparent tear rolled down her cheek.

With that, she shook off her human heart and began her orders for the noble warriors.

Die━!

Untie the chains that bind them and die on the battlefield.

Whooosh━.

A rising wave again.

The world of gears began to appear before Cain’s eyes again. But unlike before, the sound wasn’t harsh.

Die!

Die for the extermination of the elves who cannot live under the same sky.

And Oleciren gathered her sincerity and commanded them.

And thus, rest in peace.

Wheeze━.

Unlike the short command, she lost all her strength at the long words. Isoel supported the staggering Oleciren.

Thump━.

And all the undead, including Worrall, saluted with their fists over their hearts like a wave.

“Yes, Lord Ross.”

Having forgotten his responsibility, Heatherward Ross, though a marquis, had lost his qualification as Lord of the Ross bloodline.

And now, recognizing Oleciren, who inherited the blood of Everwyn Ross, as the true Lord of Ross, they swore death.

Everyone smiled brightly as they carried the boxes of explosives to the broad gauge platform and inspected the long-neglected Naglfar.

Boooooooooo━.

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