The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 27.1
“Haa.”
Ian let out a deep sigh and looked down at his hands.
The pure white power erupting from his palms was cleanly erasing the wound on Vermouth’s chest. The torn flesh knit back together as if it were a lie, and the thick, red blood that had been soaking his clothes finally stopped flowing.
It was a miracle; the absolute authority of healing that only a ‘Saint’ could wield. It was a power capable of pulling someone back to the living world even if they had already stepped over the threshold of death. However, after he had gone through the trouble of saving his life, the nonsense coming out of this madman’s mouth was a sight to behold.
“I am happy.”
Even while wearing blood-stained clothes, Vermouth was smiling like a man who had arrived in paradise. As if pain was already beneath his notice, his ecstatic eyes followed Ian obsessively.
And standing beside him was Choi Jae-heon, emitting a murderous intent so thick it felt as if he might bite through Vermouth’s throat at any second.
The curses Ian had been swallowing back finally burst out of his mouth.
“…You crazy bastards.”
If this differed from the curse he used earlier, it was only because the term had now become plural. Under normal circumstances, Ian would never swear at his brother, but now was not the time to be picky about such things.
Let us organize the situation.
One was the brother he believed was family, who until moments ago had pinned him against a wall and lunged at him with the ‘eyes of a man.’ He then confessed his love while declaring they weren’t even blood-related.
The other was a man who came to see Ian and, upon being blocked from entering the house, proceeded to stab himself in the chest to perform a stunt of self-harming blackmail.
Could these truly be considered human beings?
Ian pressed against his throbbing temples. Even during the five years he spent fighting the Demon King’s Army, he had never felt this exhausted.
“Mr. Ian, there is blood on your hands. I shall wipe it for you.”
“Ian, for now, come here. Get behind me.”
Vermouth tried to pull a handkerchief from his coat, while Choi Jae-heon urgently reached out his hand.
Ian coldly slapped both of their hands away at the same time.
Slap!
The crisp sound of the impact echoed through the entrance. The two men’s hands froze in mid-air, having lost their destination. Their eyes widened simultaneously.
“Don’t either of you touch me.”
Ian barked out a cold reprimand.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it possessed the power to freeze the surrounding space.
“Truly, why are you both doing this to me?”
Sensing that something was different from usual, Vermouth’s attitude became cautious.
“Are you very angry?”
“You’re asking because you don’t know?”
Ian ground his teeth.
“Ian, if you grind your teeth like that, you’ll damage them.”
And whose fault do you think that is!
“Hyung, you shut your mouth too. Did you forget what you were trying to do to me earlier? How can a family act like that? You say we aren’t blood-related? Is that something you say to your younger brother?”
Choi Jae-heon’s lips parted, but in the end, no words came out. It was an irrefutable fact. From the moment the desire he had hidden under the name of brotherhood was exposed, he could no longer be a ‘good brother’ to Ian.
Ian’s chilling gaze shifted toward Vermouth this time.
“You are the same. Where in the world is there a madman who stabs himself with a knife just to see me? Are you a masochist? I have never seen a pervert quite like this!”
“I am not particularly a masochist, but…”
“Shut up!”
Ian clutched his head. Communication was impossible. He felt like he would lose his mind if he stayed here any longer.
He felt suffocated. It felt as though this house, no, every single particle of air floating in this space, was contaminated by the sticky obsession of these two men. Therefore, he made a declaration.
“I’m running away from home.”
In Ian’s words, Choi Jae-heon and Vermouth reacted at the same time.
“Running away? No. That’s too dangerous!”
“If you are running away, do you intend to leave the house? If you have nowhere to go, how about my home?”
Choi Jae-heon quickly blocked the front door, while Vermouth, who had been sitting on the floor, slunk up to block the escape route.
Two of South Korea’s strongest S-class awakened individuals had set their minds on blocking the path. Physically, it was an iron-walled encirclement that not even an ant could slip through, but rather than being intimidated, Ian let out a snort.
“Who said I was asking for permission?”
Ian took a step forward.
At that moment, a holy light erupted from his body. It was not a physical flash that stung the eyes. It was a secret, absolute light that erased all traces of his presence and even twisted the laws of causality.
[Sanctuary Proclamation]
An absolute space isolated from the current world; within it, not a single trace of presence leaks out. Because it was not a simple form of stealth, even Vermouth and Choi Jae-heon could not read it.
“……!”
Choi Jae-heon gasped for air.
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