The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 31.1
“Keke, Holy Knight. What a pathetic sight.”
The demon that had targeted Ian spoke with a sneer while looking at its own severed arm. The creature twisted its body as if intoxicated by pleasure and shouted.
“You filthy dog of the Goddess! You will die now! The Poison of the Abyss is lethal. My target was the Saint, but taking down a Holy Knight isn’t a bad alternative.”
Poison of the Abyss? Ian bit his lip at the name he was hearing for the first time. He examined the cross section of the wound where blood flowed incessantly. Certainly, the color of the blood was unnervingly black. He wanted to spit out a curse immediately, but the situation was too urgent for that. Ian grabbed the wounded area without caring that his hands were becoming soaked in blood.
He began to heal the injury with all his might. As a brilliant light erupted, the dying, lesser Shadow Stalkers contorted their bodies. In the meantime, Choi Jae-heon used his telekinesis to pin down the largest entity.
“Heh heh.”
Even in that situation, the entity that had attacked Vermouth was laughing. The monsters that had been running down the mountain turned back. They rushed madly toward the spot where Choi Jae-heon was applying pressure. Because they kept crowding in despite being killed, the telekinetic pressure began to be pushed back.
A curse burst from Hong Seo-yun’s mouth. He squeezed out every bit of strength he had to incinerate the monsters.
“You sons of bitches!”
Choi Jae-heon also added more and more power. As blood trickled from his nose, his telekinesis crushed the entire villa. Any monster that entered that zone exploded without exception. However, the largest entity managed to barely maintain its form and crawled away to escape.
Despite the overwhelming martial force, they could not catch the leader as it moved quickly through the shadows.
Static hissed.
Not long after, a voice accompanied by noise came through the radio Choi Jae-heon was carrying.
[The–the Gate has closed. Situation over.]
The radio died right then. It seemed the escaped monster was capable of closing the Gate itself. Choi Jae-heon struck a crumbling wall.
The situation had ended.
All the noise subsided, and a heavy silence settled over the ruins of the destroyed villa. However, for Ian, the real battle was starting now.
“My arm, my arm. Dammit!”
The composure he had been trying so hard to maintain was breaking. Even though he poured in much more Holy Power than usual, the wound would not recover. By now, the bone should have been growing and the flesh attached. No matter how severe the wound, it should have healed when his touch reached it. Yet, there was no improvement in Vermouth’s injury.
Ian’s fingertips began to tremble slightly. More, even more. He increased the amount of Holy Power, but the black energy repelled it as if rejecting the healing. They did not mix, acting like oil and water. Every time the Holy Power touched it, the poison became even more ferocious and dug into the flesh.
“Whew.”
Ian took a deep breath and slapped his own cheek with his blood stained hand. He hit himself so hard that Choi Jae-heon and Hong Seo-yun, who were watching, were startled.
“What good is it if the healer gets scared!”
He spoke out loud on purpose and continued the treatment. Fortunately, the poison was decreasing, if only by a little. But would Vermouth be able to hold out until all the poison was removed? There were many times Ian had cursed at him and told him to die, but he had never truly wished for his death. He was the hero and hope of Lancia. Even if he was a psychopathic pervert, he had saved Ian.
Ian spoke to Choi Jae-heon in a much steadier voice.
“Please bring that arm over here.”
Choi Jae-heon picked up the arm that had been severed from Vermouth and handed it over as carefully as possible. Ian disinfected the cross section of the arm with Holy Power and pressed it against the amputation site. However, there was no sign of it reattaching. It might be better to just heal the cross section as it was and let new flesh grow.
“Goddamn monster.”
Ian’s complexion began to turn pale because he had poured out so much strength. Around that point, he realized something. This was not something that could be solved simply by pouring in Holy Power. Something more was needed.
Why, of all things, was Vermouth’s goddess Regnasia? She is the Goddess of War and Love. Therefore, her apostles could amplify their power through love. And love could be proven through the body, not just the heart.
But he could not perform physical acts here. If he did that while the older brothers were watching with their eyes wide open, Vermouth would certainly die.
Ian took a deep breath and tried to maintain the current status for now.
Just then, the loud sound of a car engine was heard from a distance. Military trucks with the Management Bureau emblem, a large van, and an ambulance arrived at the ruined site, kicking up clouds of dust.
Screech.
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