The Villain Carries the Holy Sword – Chapter 99.2

Chapter 99.2: A Small Hand’s Prayer (1)

The northernmost point of Airian.

Wooshhhhhhhhhhhh━

The sound of the waves was different.

The surface of the sea had frozen thinly in the northern cold, and whenever a wave struck, the ice broke and overlapped, making a crackling sound.

Countless pieces of sea ice had washed up on the shore.

“This is……”

The people of the Holy See, including Caterina, looked around in bewilderment.

The scenery had been amazing just now, but the place Edmund had led them to was even more amazing.

Edmund placed his hand on a rock that was so high that even dozens of adult men couldn’t measure it.

“This is ‘Where Spring Falls Asleep’. It’s where ‘Spring’, one of the 〈Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons〉, used to be.”

“……!”

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Unlike the other three sacred treasures whose whereabouts were clear, this was the place where ‘Spring’ had been, which had not appeared in history since the first hero. It was impossible not to be surprised.

Edmund walked slowly.

Behind the huge rock was a pure white temple and a dilapidated wooden hut.

He followed the footsteps of someone who had been on this land, as if reminiscing.

“Lord Edmund, how do you know this place?”

Caterina asked.

The Holy See does many things, such as blocking the undead, strengthening faith, protecting the Great Wall, and defeating heresy.

However, if you were to choose the most important thing, it would be related to the 〈Sacred Treasures of the Four Seasons〉 that prove the existence of God.

“My wife told me.”

“…….”

The cloudy sky that looked like it would rain at any moment, and the white sea that was piled up in layers, made the blue eyes of the saintess narrow.

Edmund paused for a moment and met her eyes.

“As Archbishop Barbetta suspected, my wife, Chloe, is a witch.”

“So you heard about it then.”

He had clearly deployed a soundproof barrier in the Mainus temple, but it was useless to him.

“I don’t pretend not to hear what I don’t want to hear.”

“All things are by the light.”

Caterina clasped her hands together.

A silver holy power flared up around him like flames.

“Light is ours!”

Swish━.

The elite of the Holy See surrounded Edmund, calling out to the light.

Gulp.

But that was it.

They moved as they had been trained, but perhaps because they had seen Edmund’s incredible martial arts, their movements were subtly slow.

Edmund, the invincible man who had defeated the 8+ dungeon and the elf queen who reigned as the despair of the north with a single sword.

And Edmund, the husband of the witch.

Kill the witch.

Since it is the rule of the Holy See to kill all those who have breathed the same air as a witch, Edmund must also be killed.

Click.

The saintess raised her head and looked at Edmund with her eyes straight.

“You didn’t have to say it.”

It could have been buried forever.

Edmund’s force could bury all trivial doubts, and the archbishop had no intention of digging it up in the past.

The saintess, Caterina, wondered why Edmund had brought up the story.

Edmund raised his head for a moment.

He looked up at the sky that looked like it would rain at any moment.

Caterina somehow felt that he was looking at something other than the sky.

Or perhaps it was like a greeting to someone.

“It looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Count Edmund Ethelred. It’s not something you can talk your way out of when it comes to witches.”

Whoosh.

Edmund pointed to the temple.

“I think it would be better to go inside and talk.”

Rustle━.

The elite of the Holy See narrowed their encirclement.

There was no need to listen to the story of the witch’s husband.

However, the presence that Edmund’s existence exuded made them stop.

“The story will be long, and if you listen to it in the rain, you’ll catch a cold.”

“I know that Lord Edmund is strong. But even if you, me, and these people fight with our lives on the line, you won’t be able to come out unscathed, Lord Edmund.”

Edmund smiled faintly.

It seemed like he was affirming it, but also denying it.

“Witches are a truly sad race. It’s not their choice, and they’re scapegoats who are forced to bear the weight of the world on their shoulders.”

Thud━.

Edmund walked towards the temple.

The elite of the Holy See who had surrounded him slowly stepped back, watching the saintess’ expression.

“Besides, you have to be awakened through Primundi’s test. It’s too hard for a girl who grew up as a beautiful flower in a noble family to endure.”

Caterina shook her head slightly. It was a signal to Edmund not to stop talking.

The elite of the Holy See moved a little further away from Edmund and made way.

He thanked them with a slight bow and continued speaking.

“I wasn’t afraid at the time. I had broken through the defenses of the strict Marquis Ross family to save Carla, and it was when I was running through Airian with my friends.”

“Did you go to take the trial of Primundi with your wife?”

Nod.

Edmund’s past, which he had never told anyone, poured out.

Edmund opened his eyes in the place where Chloe had arranged for him to ‘fall asleep in the spring’.

“I was going to cut off Primundi’s neck.”

Caterina knows that the Arthuan night caused by Primundi continued after that.

If Primundi or Edmund had clashed, one of them would not have been safe, but since both of them were safe, they must not have fought.

However, she couldn’t understand why Edmund, who had drawn his sword black for his wife, didn’t fight Primundi.

“Her strength and power were far below reality, but since her numbers were infinite, Arthuan was a really tough opponent. Moreover, the Witch of the Horizon was also difficult.”

“What happened?”

“I won.”

Edmund’s declaration of victory was bland.

“As soon as they came out, I killed them and killed them again. I stabbed everything that popped out and killed it, so I won.”

However, the people of the Holy See who were listening couldn’t believe it.

This was because Edmund had achieved alone what the Holy See had desired so much over the past years.

“And I was going to kill Primundi as I had originally planned. That’s when she said.”

Thud━.

Edmund’s foot stepped on the stone steps of the temple.

On the stone steps that were a little sticky on the surface due to moisture, he turned around and looked at Caterina again.

━My mother said that the beginning of all witches is Ethelred, and the end of the ninety-nine will also be Ethelred.

Just as Edmund and Chloe had wondered at the time, the saintess also tilted her head.

━My name is Primundi Ethelred.

“……!”

Edmund had heard directly what Cain had come to know through the quest window at the time.

━I wonder if your son, who will become a hero, will break this cycle of seasons or maintain it.

Creak━.

Edmund, a witch’s bloodline and married to a witch, pushed open the thick stone door. It was dusty and noisy because it had been closed for a long time.

Rumble━.

Flames flared up on the pillars of the black space, pushing away the darkness.

Edmund took a step inside and spoke, being eaten by the darkness that was half pushed out.

“And that son is Cain.”

Crackle!

Lightning struck the sea in the dry sky.

Caterina, wearing the Holy Crown ‘Autumn’, blinked slowly.

“……Yes?”

“Cain, whom the Saintess points her finger at as the Demon King, is the only real hero in this world.”

The innermost part of the temple.

In the heart of the firelight.

There was a chair made of stone that someone had cut sharply with a knife.

A translucent woman in white clothes was sitting on the chair, staring at Edmund and the saintess. Her eyes were the same purple as Cain’s.

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