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“Can you fix my constitution?”
Saint Olga froze, as if she had heard something completely unexpected.
“To be precise, you have been squeezing holy power from your body. Instead of changing your constitution, it's more about fixing all the bad parts.”
Raon clicked his tongue briefly as he looked at the black lines etched all over Olga’s body. Seeing that more lines had appeared since he arrived here, it was clear that she had overexerted her holy power again in this recent war.
“Those black scars will probably disappear too.”
“And you say you can do that? How?”
Olga's red lips trembled in disbelief.
“Because my friend knows how.”
Wrath had noticed Olga's condition from the first time he saw her, mentioning that demons sometimes had similar cases. With his own transcendent state and Wrath’s knowledge and senses, changing Olga's constitution was not impossible.
“Hmmm...”
Olga bit her lip slightly as she looked at the black lines covering her entire right hand.
“This is not just a negative reaction from the holy power. It’s my past and my present.”
She ran her trembling hand over the black lines etched on her arm.
“...”
Raon lowered his hand and remained silent, allowing Olga to explain her situation.
“Did I mention before? That I was born with more holy power than anyone? That’s why I was given the unsuitable title of Saint.”
Olga clenched her fist with a trembling hand. The black lines etched on her fingers connected, making it seem as if she were wearing black gloves.
“I had almost infinite holy power, but my body that had to handle it was not much different from others. It's like having an overflowing amount of water, but the bottle to contain it is made of paper.”
Olga pressed her blackened, melted skin with her nail, saying it was amusing.
“When I use high-level priestly holy power, it feels like my skin is melting from pain. No, my body is actually melting.”
She pointed at the black lines that could no longer be covered even with tattoos and smiled.
“But I enjoyed it. Helping others with my abilities brought me happiness beyond the pain.”
Olga looked out the window at the sea, with a faint smile on her face as if reminiscing about old times.
“But people kept wanting more and more. They didn’t care about my pain or my feelings.”
Olga let out a bitter laugh as she took a cigarette from her pocket and put it in her mouth.
“I wanted to take care of many people, but at some point, I ended up dealing only with the rich and powerful.”
Perhaps thinking of herself as a patient, she held the unlit cigarette back in her hand.
“So I started to act like a delinquent instead of a saint, moving as I pleased. I left the wealthy who weren’t in urgent need and went to the alleys to help dying children. I left the nobles with slightly severed fingers and went to the battlefields to use my holy power on dying soldiers.”
Olga smiled refreshingly, saying that it was much better and made her happier.
“When I used my power as I wanted, it was bearable even though it was painful. At some point, I earned the name 'garbage saint,' but I actually liked it. Of course, it was a nickname our kingdom tried to hide by all means.”
She moved her hand slightly, as if finding it amusing.
“So it’s okay. These scars are my badges of honor, and I can live quite a long time if I control my holy power. Don’t worry.”
Olga shook her head calmly, saying she didn’t need any treatment.
“That’s not true.”
Raon shook his head as he looked into Olga’s eyes.
“Eh? What’s not true...?”
“Both things.”
He raised his finger and shook his head.
“You should know better than anyone. You don’t have much time left.”
Raon pointed at Olga’s tattoos with his finger.
“Your holy power is becoming stronger and stronger. It’s impossible for your body to withstand a power that melts it just by using it. It is destined to collapse at some point.”
Olga herself had said that she possessed more holy power than anyone. However, since her body was ordinary, soon not just her skin but also her bones and muscles would melt away.
“When that happens, you won’t be able to fix it even if you want to. You’ll die without even being able to lie down for a few months.”
“Hmmm…”
Olga frowned, as if she knew it herself.
“Besides, you’re also worried about those scars.”
Raon pointed at the black lines that seemed to cover all of Olga’s skin, smiling slightly.
“What nonsense! I don’t care at all!”
Olga shook her head vigorously, insisting that it wasn’t true.
“You always say that women’s skin should be free of scars when you treat them. Even two days ago, when you treated Rensia, you took her back to remove her scars.”
She always said that women’s skin should be free of scars and tried to erase them as best as she could. It was both Olga’s desire to achieve the smooth skin in others that she herself could not have and her consideration for them.
Despite her own skin melting black, she poured holy power to heal others, showing that she was kinder than expected.
“N-no! Idiot! Stupid! Fool!”
Olga shook her head frantically, her face flushed.
“Fool? I’m not sure what that means.”
Raon chuckled softly at the agitated Olga.
“Anyway, come with me to Zieghart. I’ll fix you somehow.”
“But…”
Olga didn’t respond immediately, biting her lip deeply.
“If there’s something to gain, there’s also something to lose. To fix me, you’ll have to make many sacrifices…”
Even in a situation where her life was at stake, Olga thought of him first. Although she said she wasn’t a saint, she had a heart more saintly than anyone.
“Well, I might get a little tired, but it won’t be much of a sacrifice. As I said, I have a guide.”
With the Ripped Saint Federick in Zieghart and Wrath knowing the way, they should be able to treat Olga without much trouble. Although it would be quite exhausting.
“Ugh…”
Olga’s lips trembled as if she had run out of words.
“I’ll give you that porcelain skin you desire so much…”
“I don’t want it!”
She shouted that it wasn’t true and left the hospital room. She seemed very embarrassed that her true feelings had been exposed.
“Stay here. Don’t go to Suphren.”
Judging by the sound of footsteps only after hearing her last words, it seemed that Olga would go with him to Zieghart instead of going to Suphren.
- It seems you really want to save her in some way.
'I received a lot of help this time, and I would like someone like her to live longer.'
Saint Olga is someone who can play an even more important role than a Transcendent in future wars. But beyond that advantage, I wanted to save her as a person to person. As Raon smiled at the slightly open door of the hospital room that Olga had left, a pink current fell from the air with a sinister appearance.
[Wrath...]
The sensual voice of Lust sent chills down his ear as it passed.
[I know you entered the human world with a special purpose. But I’d prefer if you didn’t get too close to other women, okay?]
She revealed her unsettling eyes from within the pink current, saying that she had made him a promise.
-Aaaaaah!
Wrath screamed and hid under the bed as soon as he saw Lust’s eyes.
-What are we going to do with that stalker! She’s already crazy!
He trembled, saying that Lust’s <Lust> was excessively blooming.
“That’s not the case.”
Raon shook his head calmly as he looked at Lust’s apparently excited eyes.
“How this king thinks about that girl is completely different from how I think about you.”
He shut his mouth, saying nothing more.
[Different? Different...]
Lust repeated the word ‘different’ with an empty look in her eyes.
[That’s right. I am different.]
She seemed satisfied with the word ‘different’ and disappeared into the air after blowing an excited breath in his ear.
-Huh?
Wrath blinked in confusion.
-Why the hell did that stalker get satisfied just with the word ‘different’?
He tilted his head, apparently unable to understand.
'Isn’t it exactly how you heard it?'
-But why did that stalker react like that!
'People often hear what others say in the way they want. Lust interpreted the word 'different' in the way she wanted.'
He smiled, saying that was why she was satisfied and withdrew.
-The way she wanted? ...Wait a minute!
Wrath rolled his eyes and shouted.
-So does that mean this king is going to have to deal with all this afterward!
'I suppose so?'
-That’s nonsense! Are you really crazy?
He let out an exasperated sigh, saying it was incredible.
-I’m really going crazy! How did this king end up meeting a lunatic!
Wrath trembled completely as he watched Lust’s current drift away happily.
'Patience brings blessings.'
-You’re the one making me unable to be patient!
Just as Wrath was about to pounce with a squeal, urgent footsteps were heard outside the room. The door opened simultaneously as Burren, Martha, Runaan, and the Light Wind Palace swordsmen rushed in. However, they were not the first to enter the room.
“Raon.”
Glenn, who had appeared from somewhere, entered the room first and stood in front of his bed.
“Are you okay?”
He still frowned deeply, as if he were worried.
“My head is a bit dizzy, but everything else is fine.”
Raon raised his arm, saying he was better so that Glenn wouldn’t worry.
“Hmmm, that’s a relief.”
Glenn nodded, lowering his gaze slightly without looking directly at Raon.
“...”
Raon tilted his chin slightly as he observed Glenn avoiding his eyes. It was so different from when he had hugged him in front of many people that it was confusing again.
“Ahem! It’s good that you’re safe. Now you all talk among yourselves.”
Glenn awkwardly turned and left the room, as if he had only come to check on his condition.
“Eh? Head of House? Are you leaving already?”
Roenn’s voice was heard from outside the door. He seemed surprised that Glenn had exited so quickly.
“I-I’ve seen that he’s awake, so that’s enough.”
Glenn dragged Roenn outside, his voice trembling slightly.
“He seems embarrassed.”
Martha chuckled softly as she watched the door from which Glenn had exited.
“He seemed embarrassed by the sudden hug and couldn’t look us in the eye…”
Burren scratched the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly.
“Did I like it?”
Runaan licked her lips, saying it felt like meeting a real grandfather.
“I see...”
Raon smiled slightly as he looked at the floor where Glenn had been standing. As expected, Glenn from two days ago must have been too emotional.
“How’s it outside?”
“The cleanup is almost finished.”
Martha nodded.
“There were more people with Black Hearts implanted than we thought, but fortunately, the priests from Suphren helped with the extraction process, so we got rid of all of them.”
She gave a thumbs up, saying that they not only destroyed the Black Tower but also saved the residents of Montiro.
“That’s good.”
It seemed that the priests and clergy from Suphren were a great help not only in the battle against the Black Tower but also in the subsequent recovery phase. It was good that they had been called, and Raon was thankful they had come.
“Upon hearing that the Black Tower has fallen, many people have come out to help. Not only our neutral factions but also many people who couldn’t find their way before.”
Burren pointed outside, saying there was more vitality than during the days of the resort.
“I think it could go even better if it becomes a resort again. People could come to see the fallen Black Tower.”
He smiled, saying there was no need to worry about Montiro.
“Oh!”
Runaan raised her hand as if she had remembered something to say.
“There’s a rumor about a small child who has been eating all the food lately…”
She nodded, saying that all the ingredients from every restaurant were disappearing.
“Oh, right. If the support hadn’t come from all over the continent, everyone would have starved, right? They say a small child has been eating rice and desserts all day.”
Burren chuckled, saying he had also heard that story.
“Sigh…”
Raon exhaled briefly.
-It must be that damned glutton!
'It must be Gluttony...'
It seemed that Gluttony was waiting here, eating all the food because he had asked her to wait. He would have to meet her soon and give her money.
'Demon kings are all peculiar, I tell you.'
As he sighed briefly while looking at Lust in the air, the door to the hospital room opened again, and Chamber and Rensia, with their whole bodies wrapped in bandages, entered.
“Sir Raon!”
Rensia ran and threw herself into his arms as soon as she saw him.
“I’m so glad you’re safe!”
She said she had been worried after hearing that he had suddenly collapsed, her eyes filling with tears.
“I just fainted from exhaustion. My head hurts a bit, but that’s all. Don’t worry.”
Raon patted Rensia’s slightly trembling back.
“A headache is the most dangerous thing. That’s why I’m recovering like this.”
Chamber shook her head, rolling a candy in her mouth.
“Do you feel better, Lady Chamber?”
“How could I? I feel like I’m dying.”
She frowned, saying she still felt like her head was about to split apart.
“But if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be on the brink of death; I would be really dead. Thank you.”
Chamber grabbed his shoulder with her small hand, saying he had really fought well.
“No way. If you hadn’t intervened at the end, we couldn’t have won.”
He said it sincerely. There was an immense gap between him and the Master of the Black Tower. If Chamber hadn’t used her ultimate technique at the risk of her life, he would have been the one to die.
“You’re still as humble as always.”
Chamber smiled as if she had expected it.
“Unlike what your new epithet suggests.”
“What new epithet?”
Raon blinked as if he didn’t know what she was referring to.
“You’ve been given a new title.”
Chamber took the candy from her mouth and pointed it like a sword.
“Unlike before, it’s a name close to the absolute rulers of the continent.”
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