The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 60.1
It was the moment the tears fell to the ground. Normally, tears should have vanished without a trace the instant they touched the earth, but the second they made contact, they created a strange ripple.
Flash!
Centering on the spot where the droplet fell, a small but clear wave of pure white spread out in a circle. As it did, the small space touched by the wave evaporated as if by magic, returning to the original floor of the building.
“Huh?”
Ian stared blankly at the revealed floor.
It was just a touch of a tear. How could such a phenomenon occur? In that instant, the thick fog weighing down on Ian’s mind lifted, and a single, vivid realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.
The medium through which the power of a Saint is manifested. For thousands of years in the history of Lancia, that absolute law believed that ‘divine power can only be transferred to others through skin contact and pleasure.’
That was not a blessing bestowed by the Goddess; it was nothing more than a shackle placed by a god to control and bind the Saints of Lancia as mere ‘tools.’ It was a shallow safety device designed to prevent a Saint from overturning the world of their own will by tying their power to pleasure, the most primitive instinct of humanity.
But the true source of divine power was nothing like that.
The bone-chilling fear of potentially losing a loved one, the overwhelming will to protect them at all costs, and the vicious rage toward the irrational fate that bound him. Such intense and pure ’emotions’ were the true fuel for this light.
“Ha!”
A hollow laugh escaped Ian’s lips. On his tear-stained face, a mixture of absurdity and anger crossed. The moments he had suffered from self-loathing because of that damn restriction flashed through his mind.
‘Why do I have to be bound by those kinds of shackles?’
Ian raised his head. The people dying before his eyes, and Vermouth facing off against Kairam. The people he had to save were right there. The light of despair that had dwelled in Ian’s eyes was instantly transformed into a flashing radiance.
“It’s okay now.”
Over Choi Jae-heon’s hand, which still gasped while clutching Ian’s hem, a pale hand was slowly layered. When Choi Jae-heon opened his eyes with a start, he realized that the look in his younger brother’s eyes was completely different from usual.
“Brother.”
Ian’s voice was small, yet it was heard with terrifying clarity amidst the wailing of demons and the explosive sounds of clashing weapons.
“I’m not running away. And you’re not allowed to die either.”
Ian clasped his hands together and slowly rose from his seat.
“If I am a Saint, I will decide how to save people however I want.”
At that moment, an indescribable, massive power began to surge from deep within Ian’s heart.
“Crap restrictions like this, just break into pieces!!”
That was also a declaration toward the Goddess of Lancia.
Rumble!
With Ian’s cry, a massive storm of pure white whirled behind his back. A blinding radiance that started near his heart exploded like a sun. It was not merely light. It was the primordial authority of a ‘Saint’ that corrected the distorted causality of the dimension and frontally rejected the illegal encroachment of another world.
A tsunami of light stretched out in all directions from Ian.
The first place the miracle touched was Choi Jae-heon, who had collapsed at his feet.
“Urgh!”
Choi Jae-heon let out a groan, but it wasn’t out of pain. The horrific wounds on his mangled chest tangled together and sprouted new flesh at a speed difficult to follow with the eye. Subsequently, the demonic energy that had occupied his body vanished like melting snow.
The unceasing wave of light restored everyone in the vicinity. Not only that, but the power that had been exhausted and dried up began to fill again.
“Amazing!”
Hong Seo-yun was shocked as he felt the mana rising like a waterfall inside his body. His flames, which had lost their color and were fading, instantly turned into a massive fire and burned bright.
“What kind of crazy thing is this!”
Kim Min-cheol, who had been laughing vilely in the corner of the hall while waiting for Ian’s life force to run out, retreated in horror.
The light emitting from Ian’s entire body swallowed the space and evaporated the grafted demon land. The decayed graveyard vanished in an instant, and the blood-colored clouds covering the sky scattered. Everything was returning to reality.
“How can such a massive-scale wide-area purification be done without any restrictions…! Aaaaah!”
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