Lady Claire.

Before talking about her personality or values, I had to explain her abilities first.

In this world, a girl with strange powers was usually born every few hundred years.

A girl with mysterious powers that cannot be explained by magic or science.

We commonly referred to the child as a saint.

The powers given to the saints are not all of the same type, but they all have one thing in common: mysterious powers that cannot be explained logically.

The power used by the saints born in this generation is the power of fate inherited from the goddess Ishtar.

It was the power to twist the fate of the object that had to flow according to the existing order and to live a life that was not planned.

As much as it is the power of the goddess, the size of the authority was enormous.

If you put your mind to it, it was possible to twist the logic to the point of nonsense.

Even the first-ranked crown prince in the hereditary hierarchy could be turned into a street vagabond overnight.

Conversely, the power to turn an ordinary woman in the countryside into a war hero.

It was a power that might seem omnipotent at first glance, but like all saints, it was not omnipotent.

It was a structure that put a burden on the user because he was trying to use the power received from the gods with a human body.

The more I twisted the existing order of things using the power of fate, the more the burden on my body, which initially had no abnormalities, increased.

If you use it too often, the burden on it will exceed the restorative power of natural healing.

As in the example I mentioned earlier, when the order was twisted to the point of absurdity, it would eat up life force or even lead to death.

It was a powerful force, but it was a power that should only be used when absolutely necessary.

In that respect, Saint Claire’s method of using power now was both the right and dangerous method.

If I were to describe the everyday Saint Clare in one word, I would dare to call her a ‘humanitarian person’.

Like other saints in history so far.

Since she also had the power of a saint, she has been living a life worthy of a saint every day.

Having lost her parents when she was young and was raised by the church, she began acting alongside her escort knight, Willia, from the time her hair grew thick.

Saint Claire and her assistant, the female knight Willia.

The two always moved throughout the kingdom as one body, spreading miracles here and there with the power of Saint Clare’s destiny.

Although it was true that the user was dangerous depending on the use.

It was possible to create something miraculous enough by using only enough strength to not hurt the body.

It’s like giving a little luck and hope to a child who has lost their parents to a monster so they don’t give up on life.

Opening the eyes of a patient who has collapsed from an incurable disease, telling the family that it is time to leave a last will.

If she used only a small amount of power that did not twist the order of things that much, she could help those who demanded her power without losing any particular vitality.

Besides, she doesn’t stop there, either at a church or at an orphanage where she stays to spread miracles.

He built up a kind and solid image by always taking care of the weakest and most needy people.

In terms of strength and personality, everyone could call her a saint.

Of course, even that was limited to Saint Claire of ‘Daytime’.

Unlike Saint Clare of the day, who is generally called a humanitarian figure, Saint Clare of ‘Night’ was a little different from the image we know and the reality.

She often went to a specific place with her escort knight, Willia, in the middle of the night.

By that specific place, I meant a slum or a back alley where a bunch of bad people gathered, and the exact target was a felon guild or an illegal slave market.

Of course, the reason why they went to such a dangerous place with such painstaking effort was to remove those organizations by themselves with Saint Claire and William.

When Saint Clare was a child. Her parents were brutally murdered at the hands of a gang of armed robbers.

She herself was almost sold into slavery by them, so of course the trauma of it remains.

Right before he became a slave, he managed to escape safely by manifesting the power of his destiny and manipulating his destiny in a crisis situation.

It didn’t mean that she could bring back her deceased parents.

Changing the outcome of the past was impossible, at least with Saint Clare’s power.

That’s why she always hated the heinous criminals, and showed no mercy to robbers and murderers and slavers.

For whatever reason, it was her goal to make both of these criminals disappear from this world.

That’s why he stayed together for a long time and secretly acted like this with Willia, an escort knight who was like him, and eliminated all illegal organizations.

In fact, the route St. Claire moved to spread the miracle was woven into an efficient route to deal with these types of criminals.

It can be said that the benevolent and kind appearance seen during the day is a mask to hide this inner side, and her true self is rather closer to this side.

I never thought her double life was bad.

In fact, in her previous life, thanks to her, more than a dozen slave trade guilds disappeared without knowing the cause, and there was a record of a significant reduction in the rate of heinous crimes such as murder.

My concern for her was rather a matter of the other direction.

The point was that the escort knight, Willia, whom she took with her like a soul mate, was not enough to protect her in a real crisis.

With the power of fate that Saint Clare uses, it would have been possible to put the main combatants of the organization to sleep, or to deflect the swords that were flying at her or her escort knights.

Until now, even one escort knight with moderately good skills would have been sufficient to handle her tasks.

The moment the opponent deepened their ties to the Dark Church, Saint Clare’s power suffered many restrictions.

The power of fate that the Dark Church guys with the characteristic of not sleeping are asleep at the right time does not work properly.

And among the attacks used by some of the apostles, there were also mental attacks that directly manipulated or polluted the mind, which was not made up of the concept of being simply avoidable and non-existent.

Without grasping this fact, St. Claire, as usual, believed in her own strength and moved to work with Willia at night.

At that place, the escort knight, Willia, lost his life, and at the same time, in order to survive, he had to twist the natural order at the cost of a considerable amount of vitality.

As a result, Saint Claire’s goal has changed from being an ordinary criminal to serving the Dark Church.

Having hatred for the Dark Church was not a bad result.

That’s because all other results are the worst.

The life of a precious escort knight who was like her own sister.

Even her precious vitality, which had to be wasted in vain.

It was too much of a price to consume as a reason to harbor hatred for the Dark Church.

That’s why, in this life, Saint Clair should put all her efforts into making her strength intact.

As a bonus, it would be better if I could protect her escort knight as well.

If only I could somehow prevent the worst situation in this life and gain the trust of Saint Clare.

The demon subjugation party to be formed later will include a saint with full power.

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Alexandros Academy, Theological Faculty Dormitory.

It was late, when dusk was already setting, but the light in one of the rooms did not turn off and was shining on the owner’s face.

This was the room where St. Claire, the representative of freshmen at the academy this year, stayed.

“… … .”

Even though the other students had already gone to bed and were preparing for tomorrow, Saint Claire was still sitting at her desk writing something down.

If someone saw it, they would say that, like a saintess, she was devoting herself to studying until late at night.

Unfortunately, what she scribbled on her desk was something else that had nothing to do with academics.

The whereabouts of the illegal slaves who are presumed to have flowed into the academy.

It was the contents of the route to track it once again.

“I think I’ve got almost everything now, but I don’t know the exact whereabouts again… .”

St. Claire was struggling to find the whereabouts of an elusive crime, clutching her head with her hand that did not hold a pen.

The number of slave crime syndicates she had worked with her escort knight Willia for several years to eliminate had already exceeded double digits.

To that extent, the crime she hated was slave-related, and it was her mission to root it out somehow.

To do that, he tracked the whereabouts of the slaves until he entered an academy that he couldn’t even sell.

She was just frustrated in her own way because her tail was rarely caught.

Even while he was doing this, he did not know how many innocent victims would increase.

When you’re thinking about messing up your hair that you’ve been tidying up. There was a knocking on Saint Clare’s dormitory door.

“Saint Claire, may I go in?”

It was the voice of Saint Clare’s escort knight, Willia.

“Come in, Willia.”

The door to the saintess’ dormitory was opened, and the escort knight, Willia, immediately entered the room.

“I’m sorry for being late, but I came because I had to tell you something.”

“Is there any news about the whereabouts of the slave?”

“you’re right.”

Saint Clare’s face straightened slightly at Willia’s answer, and immediately, Willia returned the answer she most wanted to hear.

“Under the Ministry of Pensions building, I found a secret passageway that seems to have been used until recently. We also confirmed the disappearance of large packages believed to contain slaves in the vicinity.”

“The Pensions Building? Are you certain?”

“I saw it with my own two eyes. Even the existence of the only person entering and leaving the facility.”

“Assuming what Willia said is true, then he must be the culprit.”

“As things stand now, yes.”

After clearing her throat once, Willia brought out the name of the existence presumed to be a slave-catcher in front of Saint Clare.

“Professor Heims Stefan, Department of Pensions. He is the prime suspect.”

The outline was being drawn to some extent, but I never thought someone among the professors was really involved.

Saint Claire’s eyes narrowed spontaneously at the fact that there were faculty members committing such disquieting acts in a sacred place of learning.

“The operation will be executed three days later, on Friday evening. Working on weekends rather than weekdays, when there is a large floating population, is the most inconspicuous way to get things done.”

“I understand, Saint Clare.”

“I’ll take care of you again, Willia.”

Looking at Willia’s back as she bowed to her once and withdrew, Claire was silently lost in thought.

It’s already been more than ten years in the past.

After raiding the wagon of his parents, who were peddlers, and killing them gruesomely.

Memories of criminals who tried to sell me as a slave when I was still a child.

Until now, whenever she recalled this past in her dreams, she would often set up her bed because of the trauma.

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Just as much, the robbery, murder and human trafficking were terrible memories for Saint Claire.

They were considered absolute evils that had to be rooted out of this land.

The goddess Ishtar, who gave her the power of fate, must have also appointed her as a saint, hoping for it.

What I had to do this time wasn’t much different.

To use the power of destiny to overpower and kill an opponent, then release and free the other captive slaves.

I’ve never failed before, so of course I won’t fail this time either.

She sat down and quietly thought about that, waiting for the fateful day.

At this time, without even imagining what kind of prank the goddess of fate is trying to play on her.