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The fight was beautiful. The sight of Opperspelle charging forward with ferocity and Glenn dodging his vassals’ attacks with ease was a movement comparable to a work of art.

It was like watching a series of paintings by a master. No, it was like watching a play that recreated a masterpiece novel.

Glenn’s natural movements, drawing a curve in the air, landing on the ground, jumping again, and getting closer to his opponent and then moving away again, were a wonder in itself. To Glenn, the awkward way he cut through the air while attacking his opponent was nothing but a play.

“Kwak!”

“Ugh!”

“This, this loach-like bastard!”

Glenn didn’t just dodge. He dodged here and there, punching and kicking at the gaps between the armor of the knights and warriors. He even aimed for the ankles.

The effects were tremendous. Those who were hit in the leg either broke it or fell down in great pain, and those who were punched suffered the same.

When someone swung a sword and it hit Glenn’s arm, Milishia was startled, but his arm was fine. The knight who swung the sword was struck by a fist in the moment of confusion and fell down.

In that one-sided spectacle, only one person, Opperspelle, was barely able to avoid Glenn’s counterattack and fight back. No, it was like…

‘Are you wasting time?’

Operschpell continued to order his knights to charge forward. He himself attacked, while nodding to several men holding staffs behind him.

Oh, no way. The saintess felt her intuition warning her. The men holding staffs, the wizards, seemed to be chanting something with their mouths. Although she had stepped down from her position as the saintess, the saintess, who was experienced in handling magic and sensitive, instinctively recognized it.

‘Multiple wizards. Long spells. No doubt…!’

“D…e…y…e…o…o…o…o”

“What, what?”

The Militia behind him muttered something, but Eksan could not fully understand it. Militia’s gaze did not leave the wizards. Behind them, something terrible was gathering.

And what you see is a rock filled with flames. It is the highest level of magic that can be prepared by gathering the power of numerous wizards.

Meteor Strike. Originally, it was a magic used to defeat large groups of enemies. It could definitely defeat the opponent, but at the same time, it was a magic that was difficult to predict the aftershock that would come to the caster. Therefore, it was a double-edged sword that should never be used unless you were a very skilled magician or several magicians.

If a meteorite like that were to hit the cathedral, it would destroy not only the vacant lot but also other buildings. The victims would not only be the church members, but also the Bronkhorst vassals, which would be seriously affected. Anyone can see that this is a runaway!

‘Operschuppen…you…you…!’

No. Militia could not tolerate it. It could not be done. The duel was over. He had fought a fight to the death, even if there were coincidental elements, and had ultimately achieved victory.

But that man still can’t give up. He’s stubborn. The church tolerates his stubbornness with patience like the ocean!

‘Just because I’m possessed by one woman, I’m doing this…!’

Yes, that’s right.

One woman. Even if that target is herself, even so, it is unacceptable.

She could not tolerate that dirty trick that had sacrificed so many people and was going to sacrifice more in the future.

‘And, and…!’

At that time, Militia could be seen.

The person who taught you, the person who comforted you, is what you discovered.

One of Operespel’s greatest moves.

Shock crossed his face, but soon it changed into a look of determination.

Oh, no. No! Please!

Milicia noticed Glenn’s determination. Stop it, Glenn! Even you, it’s impossible to stop such destructive magic…!

At that moment, something flew into the sky.

Soon, it started to fall. Meteor Strike was cast.

It was seen. The fall of a giant meteorite.

I heard about the madness of Operspiel.

Found it. Glenn’s, no…

The fleeting smile of a precious person.

“That’s it. Don’t worry. Militia.”

“You must, I will protect you.”

His last words. And then, the sight of him leaping into the air.

Shock. Joy. Shock. Fear. The moment when everything was focused on the falling meteorite,

“No!!!!”

A huge light appeared.

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Bishop Abraham vividly remembered that day 15 years ago. That moment when a strange sign appeared. He saw it in a dream. A bright, warm, and holy light emanated from a child, and at the same time, a pair of wings grew and spread behind the child’s back.

The moment he had that dream, monks came and announced the apparition of the saint. Then, he visited a village and met a girl with incredible divine powers.

A sign. It was a sign of the saint’s appearance.

“Ah, ahh!”

And Bishop Abraham, seeing the sign again after 15 years, knelt down and clasped his hands. Tears of joy flowed continuously.

Yes, yes! Oh, God, listen to the hymn of this weak human being who knows nothing of your plans!

He wanted to cheer right away. However, the tears of regret wouldn’t stop. His body wouldn’t do anything but show awe.

Not only that, some discerning monks and priests stopped resisting and knelt down at the sign.

The knights who were trying to subdue them were momentarily taken aback by the monks’ sudden actions. The adventurers who were guarding the monks were also puzzled by the monks’ sudden actions.

Only one adventurer was able to see the sign clearly.

Oh, I see.

‘I had the signs of sainthood when I was five years old. According to the doctrine, those chosen to be saints unconsciously manifest signs at a very young age. And those signs can be sensed by anyone who is part of the church.’

‘What kind of sign is that?’

‘I don’t know exactly because it only happened once. However, I heard that if you are a member of the church and are very close to the person who manifested the sign, you will definitely be able to sense and witness it.’

That’s what it was.

“Yeah. That’s it. Militia.”

The giant meteor that was falling was no longer falling.

It seemed as if it was blocked by something, and did not move in the air.

The sight of it being blocked by a giant shield would be astonishing to anyone who knows magic.

However, Glenn was not shocked. He recognized that this was a natural phenomenon.

Because the one who created that shield…

Because she was the woman with the greatest divine power in this country, no, on the continent, Saint Milicia Airgrants.

“…”

Silently, radiating holiness, flapping her two wings behind her, the saintess stretched out her hand. She reached out toward the giant meteorite and muttered something.

Then, the meteor blocked by the shield began to slowly break apart. Soon, it turned to dust and fell apart. Even those who did not witness the sign that appeared to the saint could clearly see the meteor disappear.

The wizards continued to be astonished even though they were exhausted. The knights looked back and forth between the sky and the saintess with shocked faces.

No way, no way. Is that really so?

The divine power of Milicia Airgrants, no, of the saint, has returned?

“What, what is this!”

And of all of them, there was one who was the most bewildered. Even his father, unlike the others who had grasped the situation and collapsed. Unlike his retainers, who had collapsed in bewilderment.

Alone, he could not grasp the situation. Rather, he looked around at the saint, the sky, and the surroundings with a face that seemed to be incomprehensible.

“Everyone, what are you doing! Quickly subdue the monks! Wizards, what happened? Why did the great magic disappear!”

“Oh, Lady Opperspelle? What are you talking about? You saw it clearly. The meteorite, uh, the meteorite…disappeared in the protective shield the saintess had created!”

“What nonsense! She is not a saint. She is just a woman with deep faith named Milicia Airgrants! Quickly, quickly catch her! Quickly! ”

He shouted orders and cursed, but his vassals showed no sign of moving. Morale had already hit rock bottom. It was already close to rock bottom due to Glenn’s reckless actions, but the saint’s appearance was the final blow.

Standing with her feet firmly planted on the ground, the saint raised both arms, as if offering a sacrifice to heaven. And…

“Oh, oh…”

“My, my body…”

“Bah, the part that just got hurt…”

“Are you back to normal?”

“Oh, oh. I’ve recovered too. Just a little bit.”

The people around him began to utter praises filled with amazement. An enormous amount of divine power surrounded the empty space, healing all the injured. It treated the Air Grants, adventurers, and even the vassals of Bronkhorst without discrimination.

The heat of the battle subsided in the face of that immense divine power and warmth. The fighting spirit died down. The weapons were completely lowered, and some fell to the ground. Some knelt and prayed. It was a moment overflowing with divinity.

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It was an incredible force. When the saint opened her mouth and recited the words, they resonated in everyone’s hearts. Glenn also hesitated in surprise at the sudden phenomenon.

Except for one person, everyone seemed startled as if they had heard the same voice.

“What, what is it? What are you doing all of a sudden!”

[I will not tolerate any more irreverence. The sacred duel has ended. Do not defile yourselves any longer. If you put down your weapons and turn back now, I will not hold you accountable.]

At those words, at that sacred command, Bronchost’s vassals turned their backs as if in a trance. Some even threw down their weapons, stopped surrounding the open space, and began to leave.

Betrog lowered his head, rubbing his forehead and muttering, ‘The worst has happened. It’s the end.’

As expected, this time too, one man did not understand the phenomenon.

“Are you kidding me! Hey, Gareth, Jaden, Philip! What are you doing! Gail, Barbossa! You received the favor of our family, and now you disobey my orders! Why, why are you running away! It was the end! Why!”

“You idiot, you still don’t understand…”

Betrog sighed at his son’s ignorance. I see. Glenn was finally coming to his senses.

Opershpell did not recognize it. He did not witness the reappearance of the saint. And he did not hear the holy message of Milicia at all.

If you are a member of the church and are very close to the one who manifested the sign, you can recognize it…

Very close, if you grow up.

“Well, you’re not close to Militia at all, are you? Unlike me.”

“What, what are you saying!”

To Glenn, who suddenly heard the voice, Operspelle was obviously overreacting. His pupils were bloodshot and he was breathing irregularly and loudly. Oh, this is really like a monster. Without conveying that feeling, Glenn continued to speak.

“You really don’t know. A little while ago, Milicia regained her power, her saintly authority. I have no idea why. But, the power she’s displaying now, and the miracle, can’t be explained by anything other than the return of her saintly authority? And, you, who didn’t recognize it at all, are proof that you’re not a member of the church…or even close to Milicia. How pitiful, your noble lord. ”

“You, you punk! How dare you call me Milicia, Milicia! You’ve been calling me so friendly!”

“Isn’t that obvious? Because…”

Glen quickly dove into the arms of the mentally unstable Opperspelle. The moment Opperspelle did something, Glenn’s whisper was heard.

“Unlike you, I’ve also dated a saint. Sharing my heart at the sea where the moon rises.”

This, this, this bastard!

It was the moment when Opperspelle lost his mind with anger.

However, it didn’t last long. At incredible speed, Glenn’s fist flew towards Opperspelle.

“Cough!”

It was a devastating blow, aimed squarely at his jaw.

Opperspelle felt the rock hit his chin and fainted. He fell. He fell backwards, terribly.

But from Glenn’s point of view, it was the look that suited him better than anyone else.

“Hey!”

“Ugh…”

“Take him away quickly. Your son. While I have patience left.”

Glenn gestured to the only person who had not lost sight of him in all this. He approached slowly, without hiding his humiliation, and picked up his son.

Oh, he really is the head of a clan. This is no joke. Even in this situation. Perhaps, he didn’t witness it, but he must have sensed the changes around him and intuitively sensed their complete mistake.

And as he walked away with his son, Betrog cursed in a low voice and walked away from Glenn.

“Someday, I will pay you back for all of this. Your friends, your colleagues, your parents… I will send them all to hell!”

Glenn, who had been dazed after hearing the curse, burst into laughter at the sight of Betrog walking away.

Friends, colleagues, I don’t know, but parents… That kid, he really doesn’t know me. Parents, I’ve even forgotten their faces for a long time…

The revenge wasn’t perfect, but Glenn felt like the lump in his throat had been released.

Yes, this was enough. I succeeded in giving the opponent a sense of humiliation and defeat that could not be done any further. I was satisfied with this.

Above all, there was someone who accepted his twisted mind, his desire for revenge. There was someone who consoled him. That person was the most important to Glenn right now.

Glenn turned his face towards the man, cautiously.

Ah. The person who had carefully collected the sacred power that had been radiating until now was right in front of him. The beauty who was still looking at him with her beautiful appearance was there. The eyes looking at him were overflowing with emotion, sadness, joy, and… affection.

I wonder if I’ll die of happiness like this. Being looked at like that by the most beautiful woman in the world.

But that doesn’t mean I should just sit there and watch.

Okay, let’s keep our promise.

He walked slowly towards her. He bowed his head.

“Hello. My name is Glenn, a martial artist who works as an adventurer at the Adventurer’s Guild despite my shortcomings. Please take good care of me. Saintess, Milicia Airgrants.”

“Ah…”

Yes, that’s right.

‘A week later, when everything is over… if, by any chance, I don’t lose… will you promise?’

He remembered.

‘Please greet me again. Please greet me for the first time as I am no longer a saint, but a newly born me.’

He, he kept his promise.

“Peace, peace. Glen, huff…”

Oh, no. You have to calm down. You have to calm down.

I was overcome with emotion. Tears welled up in my eyes to the point where I could barely see ahead of me.

But, it must not collapse. It must be said properly. Because…

“Glen, sir…I am, Mil, Milcia… Milcia Airgrants…With a lacking body, black, again…again, as a saint, I have become a saint and will serve the church and the world! Please, black, please…please take good care of me!”

The saint answers with a face that is almost broken, barely able to swallow back sobs, with a tearful face.

Yes. He remembered. The last promise he made with the saint and Milicia Airgrants.

‘And…please join hands with the new me.’

‘I won’t make any promises, Militia. It will definitely happen.’

He held out his hand. His intentions were clear.

A new greeting with a new self.

A drop of water falls on his smiling face.

It was tears. It was the first time I saw tears from this person, tears I had never seen before, even when he was in pain.

The saint smiled. Her face was wet with tears, and she looked strange, but her beauty had not faded at all.

However, she did not take his hand. Instead, she moved her body forward.

“Ah…”

“Glen, Glen!”

“Mi, Militia…”

I jumped in. I couldn’t resist the wave of emotion. I jumped into his arms and cried. I was so moved that I couldn’t hold it back.

So, in his warm embrace, Glenn cautiously opened his mouth to the beautiful woman who poured out her weaknesses, her sorrows, and her joys.

“Welcome, Militia…”

“I’m back, Glen…”

So, the two people,

Two people who understand each other’s feelings,

Two people who are grateful to each other,

The two people who had feelings for each other did not part ways, embracing each other in joy.