The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 98.2

Chapter 98.2: Spring of Salvation (6)

The inspection didn’t take long.

A deep, long horn announces the voyage of Naglfar, who has been asleep for decades.

And slowly, the ship carrying Cain and his party began to head north, cutting through the black currents.

Worrall and the other Ross bloodlines raised their fists and wished them well as they sailed away.

“I remember.”

Vanderbilt, the oldest of the group, said, clutching the railing of the ship.

His gaze lingered on Worrall’s impressive mustache.

Naglfar was fast, and their figures quickly turned into dots.

“There was a rumor that the previous Marquis Ross had a graceful mustache.”

“……As I thought.”

Oleciren muttered briefly.

Her mind had accepted it now, but her heart had been guessing all along.

“There was a reason for his kindness.”

Cain smiled bitterly.

He was not just a Ross bloodline, but privately Heatherward’s father and Oleciren’s maternal grandfather.

Isoel also turned her head and looked at them.

“There was also a reason why he didn’t get along with Young Master Cain.”

“A reason?”

Cain tilted his head.

He had only thought that they had been bickering because he had been wary of them as enemies at first.

Oleciren also had a puzzled expression on her face.

“……I will tell you later.”

Isoel closed her mouth, and Vanderbilt scratched his cheek awkwardly and looked away.

As they headed north along the Elivagar River, which flows from the northernmost part of Airian.

And as Abel and the Ethelred Knights marched at great speed.

“Let’s go.”

Worrall said with determined eyes.

Thump.

The Ross bloodline, who were being exploited even after death, boarded the northbound train with explosives.

🔹🔹🔹

“It looks a little cleaner now.”

A farming village next to the railroad tracks.

The village, which made a living by cultivating fields after burning down part of the forest, is shrouded in silence.

Elder Rhys smiled and swept his hair back without answering.

“Are they coming soon?”

There was red blood on his hands.

“I got tired of waiting and cleaned up the whole place because it was so unsightly. I wonder if humans will understand this beauty.”

The Elveknights don’t speak.

The ‘function’ of speaking and thinking didn’t matter.

Knowing this well, Rhys muttered to himself.

“I don’t know what’s so good about that arrogant Marquis Ross that Her Majesty cares so much. She even cut off the mind link for eleven days.”

He harbored dissatisfaction while trying to hide the fact that he had been pushed back in a one-on-one battle.

And he took out that dissatisfaction on the hapless humans.

A massacre.

Around Rhys, corpses too mangled to even identify were piled up.

He smiled contentedly as he watched.

“It would have been nice to clean it up like this from the start. I want to go south soon.”

The floor was sticky.

The freshly spilled red blood had soaked into the soil, and their sighs and tears had soaked into the ground.

Thud━, thump.

Rhys’s long, pointed ears twitch.

He heard the sound of a train in the distance.

It was painful to his ears because it was something that humans rode, but the sound was pleasant now.

“Get ready.”

Rhys’s order.

Clank━.

The Elveknights cut the railroad as they had been ordered before and waited at the predetermined location.

Rhys’s green eyes gleam with murderous intent.

“Come quickly. Hurry back to the forest.”

As if responding to Rhys’s wish, the train that departed from Roscommon and headed north approached at a tremendous speed.

Rhys shook his legs without realizing it.

Kuuuuung━!

At the same time as the sound of the train derailing, he shouted.

“Attack!”

The Elveknights, all of whom were Expert level, rushed towards the train.

No matter how good a Sword Master was, he would not be able to survive a surprise attack by 81 Elveknights in this situation.

Rhys watched with a triumphant smile.

When more than half of them had entered the train.

Thud━.

He felt a subtle vibration.

Rhys flinched reflexively.

Thud, thud!

It’s not just one sound.

Rhys knew that Cain’s party consisted of four people. There’s no way there would be so many sounds…!

At that moment.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaa!

The world lost its light.

The world that had been shining in full color under the sunlight was engulfed in red flames, and the shock wave of the explosion overturned the earth.

Rhys, who was watching from the closest distance, instinctively unfolded his shield to try and lessen the impact.

“Kuuk━!”

But it was too strong.

His eardrums burst and bled from the explosion, and his mana instantly plummeted to the bottom.

Piiiiiiiiiii━.

Amidst the ringing in his ears, Rhys blinked several times, trying to regain his sight.

But before that.

“Suck!”

The magic power that had been sucked into the shield and had barely been holding on suddenly disappeared, threatening his life.

Rhys hurriedly resonated with the World Tree to replenish his mana.

“The Elveknights’ recovery.”

They need mana to recover from being caught in the explosion.

Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem, but Rhys had also used up a considerable amount of mana, so it was dangerous.

But now that he was drawing on the World Tree’s mana, there was no need to worry━.

Whoosh━.

In the thick, black smoke.

Two sickles flew out and grabbed Rhys’s ankles.

Either be dragged or be cut.

Rhys, who was weak in physical combat, chose to be dragged away rather than have his ankles cut off.

Shhh━.

The sound of arrows ringing out at the same time.

No, it was the sound of a crossbow capable of rapid fire that he had heard on his last expedition.

Thump, thump, thump━.

However, it was not heard with his ears, but sensed with his body through subtle vibrations, so it was late, but the characteristic of elven magic was that it had no casting time.

In an instant, a shield, which had gathered like the wind, appeared in front of him, catching the arrows in midair.

“How dare you━!”

Whoo

Green mana surged, and he deflected all the arrows in one breath.

“Attack!”

The identity of the enemy didn’t matter anymore.

All he had to do was kill the enemy who was relentlessly attacking him in the way of an elf hunter.

The moment all the Elveknights who were waiting outside entered the train, Rhys’s shadow swayed.

Shhhh━.

It was Worrall who emerged from the shadow.

“Y-!”

Those were Rhys’s last words.

The green energy rising from his body was devoured by the ‘power of Ross’ that Worrall had unleashed, rendering him powerless.

And in that gap, Worrall’s jet-black dagger severed Rhys’s neck.

Thud, thud, thud.

Rhys’s head, with a blank expression as if he did not know how he had died, rolled on the ground and landed next to the corpses of the humans he had killed.

“Next to a human in death, how fitting.”

Worrall, having succeeded in the assassination, went back into the train.

It was a war between the Ross bloodline and the Elveknights created in their image.

Since there are no elves, they won’t be able to recover.

He wanted to help Oleciren by reducing their strength even a little.

It was the atonement of a sinner who could not even tell who he was.

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