The Saint Wants to Rest - vanish into fiction

“I will.”

‘I have to get in somehow. But how? Yoon Tae-gyeom is blocking the way directly in front of me.’ At this moment, Ian didn’t even have the strength to overcome him. In that moment of falling into despair,

Boom!

Something fell from the sky, tearing through the atmosphere. The ground vibrated as if exploding, and the asphalt cracked like a spiderweb. The agents controlling the perimeter retreated with screams. Yoon Tae-gyeom also instinctively hid Ian behind his back and created water droplets in the air.

However, the figure that gradually revealed itself within the dust cloud was a man Yoon Tae-gyeom knew well.

“…Vermouth?”

When Ian called his name, Vermouth raised his head. Instead of the clothes he had worn during the day, he was clad in silver armor and held a sword. His sword was no ordinary blade. It was a sword forged by Regnasia, who had consumed her own power in the hope of protecting Lancia. The divine power radiating from that sword was erasing the surrounding demonic energy.

“Yes, Lord Ian.”

Vermouth’s gaze immediately turned toward Ian.

“Why are you here?”

This time, the question came from Yoon Tae-gyeom.

“I can’t rest easy when I feel this filthy demonic energy. Above all, how could I stand still when you are moving, Ian?”

No, how did he even know Ian was moving? While Yoon Tae-gyeom was questioning this, Ian broke away from him and ran toward Vermouth. Vermouth willingly embraced his Saint and leaped once more.

Toward the crimson Gate.

Yoon Tae-gyeom tried to block him by creating a wall of water, but it collapsed the moment Vermouth swung his sword. Just like that, the two easily entered the Gate.

“Huh?”

Left alone, Yoon Tae-gyeom rubbed his forehead. He gritted his teeth and glared at the Gate, but he couldn’t enter alone. He was the one responsible for this site. If he abandoned everything and went in, only chaos would remain. Responsibility held him back.

Deep despair surged at the fact that all his precious people were inside, yet he couldn’t go find them. However, he couldn’t just sit there in despair. Yoon Tae-gyeom gritted his teeth and turned around.

“When will the vanguard be ready!”

Since it had come to this, he had to prepare the vanguard as quickly as possible and get inside.

“Let’s hurry!”

Please, let everyone be alive until then. Yoon Tae-gyeom prayed earnestly.

The scenery inside the Gate was even more bizarre than the battlefields of Lancia. The hallways of the Stigma headquarters building and a desolate wasteland from somewhere were merged into a mess. Perhaps because of that, it felt much larger than the original Stigma building.

Instead of fluorescent lights, lumps of flesh with glaring red eyes were stuck all over the ceiling, making unpleasant noises. Black liquid dripped down the walls like blood, soaking the floor.

“Ugh.”

Ian frowned at the pungent demonic energy and suppressed the urge to gag. Vermouth held Ian with one arm and walked down the path. Each time his divine power brushed against the surroundings, they melted away with grotesque screams.

Ian pressed his body against Vermouth and infused him with power.

‘We’re a fantasy battery.’

One uses power, and the other charges it. Fighting continuously also consumed mental strength, but Vermouth had always endured it. Therefore, when they were together, they were practically invincible.

“There are many insect-like things.”

“Indeed.”

After passing through a long corridor, they reached the first room. However, the ones inside were not Choi Jae-heon or Hong Seo-yun.

“It’s a demon.”

The first demon died by Vermouth’s sword before it could even do anything. The second demon was stronger than the first, but the result was the same.

“Is it a structure where the demons get stronger as we pass through the rooms?”

“It seems so. But isn’t this just a waste?”

“It could be a trap.”

It didn’t seem likely that the demons would honestly arrange stronger foes in order. And that prediction hit the mark perfectly. In the third room, the size of the room suddenly increased, and the quality of the demons that appeared changed.

“Hehehe, finally.”

Moreover, this one could speak. Of course, he couldn’t hear those words to the end. It was because Vermouth cut the demon down mid-sentence.

“Wait!”

Another demon raised his hand, but Vermouth didn’t care. To him, demons were nothing more than filthy insects not worth speaking to. Ian agreed with that sentiment. Whenever demons opened their mouths, they spewed words meant to deceive people. So, it was better to stop them from speaking in the first place.