Episode 47. light

shrift.

Karin, who climbed the White Tower at the age of 9, was visited by 10 wanderers a day.

‘Born to die, beginning to end. Holy Lady, there are many times when I feel that my life is so light and fleeting. What should I do?’

‘It has been two years since my father suffered from an incurable disease. I’m prepared to live on the street and try to find expensive medicine, but there’s no sign of getting better.’

‘There are times when I really resent the goddess who doesn’t reach out to me no matter how much I pray… . Rebuke me.’

The pain the believers expressed to the saintess was all too difficult for a 9-year-old girl to answer.

To be precise, the majority of people came to me with questions that had no answer or that they had to find an answer for themselves, so Tizan gave this advice to Karin, who was flustered by the new follower.

‘Saintess, all you have to do is smile at them. Wandering followers come to you only to ask for it.’

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Just as you organize your thoughts on white paper when your mind is complicated, you come to someone to tell your troubles to someone who is pure white… .

Please do not suffer with their pain.

‘X’

‘… ?’

Despite Tizan’s disapproval, Karin carefully wrote down the answer, trying to understand the pain of adults with the eyes and thoughts of a child.

While looking for medicine for a sore throat, she tried to do the best she could inside the white bars.

In order to find answers to the agony of the believers, he read the Bible and spent time exchanging many conversations with the priests who brought meals.

Karin closed her eyes and prayed every day for the suffering people, but in fact, no matter how hard the girl trapped in the tower tried, she could not alleviate the suffering of the followers.

Their problems were still theirs.

but… . Still, did the truth work?

After the saintess entered the white tower, the number of believers who visited Saint Stica Church gradually increased, and the loyalty of the believers who received the saintess’s answer skyrocketed.

At first, she was just a symbol of the cathedral, but soon she became the hope of the believers.

It was a phenomenon that was difficult to find in other cathedrals, which were busy appeasing the saintess who was suffering from frequent depression.

‘By the way… .’

The one who took away that hope was now standing in front of Tizan.

“To end this confusion, I need the saint’s testimony that I was baptized. Please allow the saintess to be with me.”

“Even if you kill me, you won’t be able to take the saint.”

“Did you still think I was the devil?”

“No, if we don’t believe in the saintess, who will we believe in? If you were a devil, you couldn’t be baptized by him and be safe like this. I apologize for blindly trusting Sharpe’s eyes.”

The night came when everyone fell asleep in Kiruna School’s chapel, but the candles that lighted the darkness quietly lit without shaking.

As soon as Tizan heard the report that the church was attacked, he sent Dar to the church and he remained at the school to protect the saintess.

Students presumed to be following Professor Ian raided the cathedral, and they said they were struggling to subdue them.

‘I guess it’s time to put down the sign that it’s a natural enemy of wizards because it’s only hard for children… .’

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter when I saw the expression ‘demonic army’ in the scribbled report.

“If you know I’m not a demon, then why do you keep trying to stop me?”

“I can’t wait to see the saintess walk through the chaos that is burning and bleeding.”

Behind Tizan, the saintess and the wizard girl were locked in a pure white prison that could not be seen inside.

‘Did they say glass?’

The girl who always accompanied the saintess resisted quite fiercely, so it took a bit of trouble to build the seal, but in the end Tizan was able to subdue them and lock them up.

Without the saintess, it was obvious that even if the professor went to the cathedral alone, the situation would not be rectified, and the confusion would only increase.

As a believer who follows the light, I don’t want confusion, but I can’t wait to see the saintess dyed by him and the others.

Although Ian wasn’t a devil, it was clear that he was filled with darkness in his heart to the point of being comparable to that.

“… If this is the case, why did you send the saintess to the school? Didn’t she forcefully enter the church to raise the ranking of the church even though she knew what kind of place Kiruna was? Did you really think that the saintess would not hear or see anything while attending school?”

“Did the saintess tell you? Yes, that was my petty greed. I was blinded by the growth of Saint Stica. You don’t even know you’re missing something more important.”

It has been 8 years since the saintess came to the cathedral.

The day when I gradually got used to her grace and, ungodly, I came to wish for more.

Tizan saw a bright potential in the saengstika with the saint.

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Just once, even once is fine, if the Goddess answers her prayers.

The possibility that it would be possible to inform the emperor of the saintess’ grace and gather even more followers than now… .

* * *

‘but.’

After entering Kiruna, it was only after facing the saintess who changed in an instant.

Tizan had to admit that what he had hoped for was greed, and that he had ruined the future of Sainttica.

“Ian. Do you know the appearance of Sainttica, where the White Tower was vacant?”

The excessive solemnity of Saint Stica was common knowledge 200 years ago.

Ever since the Age of Magic opened. The doctrines of Sainttica were treated as harsh and outdated, and days continued without a single follower who was moved by the teachings.

The only ones knocking on the door are the outcasts.

“Saintsica Cathedral was no different from an orphanage where abandoned vagrants gathered here and there.”

Abandoned children came looking for hard bread and learned the sword in heavy silence.

Under the doctrine of silence, we couldn’t share our worries, and there was no way to confide in our pain.

The wounds of childhood are painful and festering, so it is difficult to face, and I grew up with my children.

If the saintess hadn’t come… .

Saint Stica may have reached the point where it could no longer be called a cathedral.

If only the saintess hadn’t agonized with me while staying up all night on things that were not my concern.

If it hadn’t been for you to cry with the pain of a humble tramp.

If you hadn’t embraced those who sinned with charity.

The children who came looking for hard bread would kneel in front of her and offer up their swords.

The mage hunters became the holy knights.

Knight Commander Pierre’s name would not have even reached the imperial family.

I was saved from innocence, and I swore to risk my life to protect it forever. How could I ever forget that moment?

‘However, because I am a sinner blinded by greed, she changed and the cathedral was endangered.’

Tizan’s eyes darkened coldly.

To the followers, her change came fearfully like the falling of the North Star.

If this continues, Saengstika will never be able to find the right path again when the dark night comes or when she gets lost and wanders.

“It is growth, not depravity.”

“… Do you think we don’t know that? Believers do not want the saintess to grow up. I want him to be a girl forever.”

The hatred of Pierre and the Knights towards Professor Ian is not directed towards evil.

I only sharpened my sword because the saintess doubted the church’s teachings and made her think for herself.

There would be no point in calling this non-belief in God fanaticism, but Tizan did not have the confidence to dissuade Pierre.

To be precise, I had no intention of drying it.

It’s just that the level of expression is different, Tizan also had the same heart as Pie… .

“The saintess will return to Saint-Stica tomorrow.”

“Really, they were crazy X’s.”

Click.

As soon as Ian’s words were finished, as if the devil had gnashed his teeth.

A dark mist began to flow through the sacred chapel with a bleak sound.

“… Stica Knights, you guys are not qualified to claim to be the guardians of the saint.”

Are you scolding me for making a girl’s life hell by daring to stand up for the value of light?

The candles in the chapel also faded after abandoning the tea cup.

In the sight of the white prison built by Tizan slowly but surely turning black.

Ian’s eyes, which floated jet-black blades all over the place, shone extremely coldly.

“No child grows up the way he wants. Blocking the eyes and ears of a living girl in order to embody the ideal person in your heart is just disgusting possessiveness.”

“It’s already too late. In retrospect, in eight years we have committed too many sins. The saintess and we all grew up crooked… .”

Although he had a demon-like appearance, Ian was only telling the truth that Tizan had been ignoring.

‘If I die from a professor like this, it won’t be an unfair death.’

In the dark, Tizan closed his eyes. It was impossible to fight and defeat him in the black fog where the light could not use its own power.

No, Tizan had no intention of fighting Ian from the start. If only she could dedicate herself to restore Saint-Stica to its original state, she would give up her pitiful body as much as she could.

Like a bug hiding in the shade, Tizan sank into the lightless darkness, closed his eyes, and offered a prayer of repentance.

Tizan shed tears, praying for the happiness of the saintess and comfort for the wounded orphans.

“Open your eyes.”

Perhaps Ian had withdrawn the black mist, but even though Tizan had his eyes closed, he saw the light seeping in little by little.

“I don’t need sympathy. I can’t be forgiven… . I thought that one day I would be judged like this.”

“Tizan, open your eyes, look at me.”

In front of Tizan, who barely opened his eyes in the dark, stood Ian smiling in the shadows.

The black mist flowing from his side was still spraying pitch-black darkness, but it was so strange… . The light was there too.

And… .

Sarak-

Behind Tizan, who is confused by an incomprehensible situation… .

Beyond the sinner who dared not ask for forgiveness.

“Ah ah ah ah ah… !”

light scattered

The pure white wings were shattering the white prison.

* * *

As if trying to break a hard egg alone, the swollen wings broke through the narrow prison.

Ian’s darkness, which even the high priest Tizan could not penetrate, was dispelled by the gentle flapping of his wings.

Even though all the candles were extinguished, the chapel was bright as if the sun had risen.

“Saint… ?”

Facing the halo, Karin stood with her eyes closed.

The whitest flash of light in the world enveloped her surroundings as if encouraging her freedom and future.

At the first response from the goddess she encountered, Tizan couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“Face your desires and ask for forgiveness.”

The moment Tizan knelt at Professor Ian’s words, a winged angel approached him.

“Ahh… .”

Tizan, unable to speak, tried to open his mouth again. Before that, white feathers embraced him.

Even if you can’t speak out loud.

The truth is reached.

The saintess who could not speak did not let go of the suffering of the wandering believers.

Fortunately, this was the first time the problem had been solved, so the saintess had a lot left to do.

The saintess wiped Tizan’s tears with her sleeve and let out a leaking sound with her voiceless throat.

‘The fate that strikes us is unavoidable, and it hurts us… .’

Karin wanted to convey this without fail, so Karin struggled to make sure the shape of her mouth was clear.

‘Once you accept change, you see a new world.’

* * *

A sword-to-sword fight is decided by skill and experience.

However, when the two beliefs of a knight collide, swordsmanship loses its luster. This is because the miracles of the knights give strength only to fighting spirit and faith.

The clash between Nosh, where blind faith becomes strength, is no different from the desperate struggle of blind beasts.

“How can a person who has never been out of a church in his life ever get out of here and become happy! How can I stay undefiled in this uncertain, cruel world!”

Fuck!

White spears blazing white with a high-pitched scream that rips through the sky pierced the ceiling of the cathedral and crashed down.

The chandelier fell and floated in the black sea, and the seawater on the floor boiled up due to the heat of the window, creating a thick fog.

A fishy smell vibrated in the invisible steam.

In the place where the punishment fell, Blood, who saw the stopped old knight, lowered his sword and prepared to pray.

“… !”

In the smell of the rolling sea, I quickly drew my sword at the faint smell of blood.

bang-!!

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Virgo’s counterattack caused Pierre to roll through the ruins of the cathedral.

Even though the sword was blocked by the sword, the feeling in the arm disappeared as if it had been hit by a beast.

As I grabbed my trembling arms and looked ahead, the huge shadow that covered the old ball overpowered Pierre.

“Are you planning to raise your child with blank paper? What are you learning in the greenhouse?”

With countless harpoons stuck in its back, the blue-eyed beast raised a sword.

Summoning the roaring sea, he did not give in easily even when his blood soaked the floor.

“Everyone needs to face storms to become strong and live long.”

“But, you can’t just throw the child out on the beach in the rain… !”

Knights and knights, beliefs and beliefs collide.

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Virgo rushed like a wave challenging the lighthouse, and Pierre’s spear aimed at him grazed his shoulder.

As the two two-handed swords collided vertically, Blood was pushed back to the White Tower, the center of the cathedral, by Virgo’s might.

“Not here… !”

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Virgo’s sword strike, which was slashed down without mercy, dented Pierre’s armor and grazed his white neck.

When Virgo’s sword passed through Pierre and hit the floor, the entire church shook with the impact. A huge wave came and tried to swallow the White Tower.

“stop-!!”

Pie’s eyes turned into monsters. She roared through her bloody throat and parted the waves.

Waves splashed everywhere. A path opened with a flash of light, and even Virgo’s sword was cut in two and flew into the sky.

Even as he vomited blood, the blood slashed him once more.

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Virgo blocked her sword attack with a double-edged sword, but lost his sword in the impact.

The cold moonlight shone between Virgo’s helm, and he let out a bloody breath with hatred in his blood.

Through the wind and rain brought by Nogisa, she was confident of victory.

‘This time, this spear will pierce the head!’

However, the monster of the sea did not collapse as if mocking human greed.

Blood did not know the end and tried to put a bar in his burning blue eyes, but just before he found the blade in his right hand.

The upper part of the sword she cut off and flew through the sky.

The high blade of the sword pierced his hand, but the tip shone sharply in the starlight from the hole in the ceiling.

Blood had an intuition of death. But this spear point will also pierce him.

If you can prove your faith and love for the saintess by death, then as a knight there will be nothing more gratifying… !

My life was dirty and pitiful, but at the last moment it will shine brightly.

like that… .

The moment Pierre gathered his last convictions and put the rest of his life into the spear.

“stop.”

The living waves stopped with the brilliant light, and the cathedral regained its tranquility again.

Her spear lost its luster, and Virgo let go of the blade she was gripping so hard it drew blood.

Crackle-

Even with the resounding rustle. Blood could only stare blankly ahead.

Through the hole in the ceiling of the cathedral, a light that embraced everything fell.

Pie’s fighting spirit and conviction.

As the moon hides itself in the sun, everything fades under the pure whiteness.

In the middle of the night sky, Professor Ian was slowly descending, holding a brilliant white saint in his arms.

“The goddess answered the saintess’ prayer. Everyone put down your swords and pray.”

The saintess, who had never been favored by a goddess, walked barefoot on the floor of the cathedral stained with blood and seawater.

As she wrapped her arms around Pierre’s neck, the salt-soaked wound healed without a scar.

“Saint… .”

The screams of the girls and the chorus of choirs, the duel with Virgo. Everything became a lie in an instant.

When the saintess returned with the goddess, silence and peace returned to the cathedral.

‘Shall we pray?’

As the saintess smiled silently, everyone closed their eyes and prayed.

Soon after, even after the blessing of the living, breathing goddess flew away into the stars.

The prayers are not over.