216 – Saint Pria (In the pre-retro version, there was a problem with 5,400 characters long!!! *Resolved as of 02:10*)
The devil.
It was definitely dark.
The source of darkness. Maybe it’s all about darkness.
Therefore, the end of the devil is the end of darkness.
It means the advent of the era of complete light.
The heroes decided to give their all to that belief.
Our sacrifice will become a light that will drive out the darkness.
One by one, the heroes were turned into lamps.
The darkness retreated step by step.
In the end, the darkness was driven to the corner of light.
Standing there were the last two heroes – the warrior and the saint.
-Pria, are you afraid?
-A little bit. But it’s okay.
The two brightest lamps burned.
The darkness disappeared and there was only light.
But even that light had an end.
At the end of the light there was darkness.
And there was no end to the darkness.
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Ardennes.
Seekers of light.
With a history so long that they appeared on the front page of the continent’s history, they have followed and served the light for generations.
Light was the only meaning their lives had and the only purpose they pursued in their lives.
The saint was a symbol of Ardennes.
Apostle of Light.
A representative of all seekers who pursue the light.
Therefore, the saint had to be pure.
Not even the slightest stain is allowed there.
-Only perfect purity is the light.
Arden put great effort into creating complete purity.
When a sacred ceremony determines that a child will be born with the destiny of a saint, the moment the child is born, he or she is taken to the Tower of Light built in the land where the sun never sets.
And the rest of my life – that is, I stay there for the rest of my life.
To be forever isolated from the impure things of the world.
For complete purity.
Water. White rice. White meat.
That was the only food allowed for the saint.
No processing, cooking or seasoning was allowed there.
Only people selected under strict standards could interact with the saint.
Only books and knowledge selected under strict standards were allowed to the saint.
Saint Pria.
She did not feel any discomfort or dissatisfaction with her life.
It was natural.
How can one be dissatisfied with this great and noble work?
Light, the most precious and greatest being.
Serving Him in His closest circle was an invaluable blessing.
-Is this a market? There are so many people…
-I’m okay with this. However, I’m curious about how you feel after eating that red dish. If it’s okay, could you tell me after eating?
Priya’s belief did not change even when she was forced to leave the Tower of Light and enter her world due to the existence of the Demon Lord.
-Everyone. Why are you fighting with each other? Is it because of that money? If I share some of it with you, will your anger subside?
-Yes? Are you saying I shouldn’t give the money to them?
-But I… I don’t really have any place to spend this money. What to eat, what to wear, where to sleep. Everything has already been given to me.
-…Is this a saint?
On the contrary, her world was colored with the innocence she had kept.
This was possible because of absolute faith in the light.
That’s why.
The shock when that faith collapsed was enough to destroy her world.
-This is…
Priya risked everything with the warrior to defeat the Demon King.
What came to meet her was not light, but darkness.
Pria realized.
The devil.
The fact that the darkness they barely managed to drive out by sacrificing everything was only a part of a very large darkness.
-Light is…
And the fact that there is no such thing as a great light that can drive away the darkness.
-Pria…
Her darkness welcomed her instead of her light.
The sense of betrayal I felt from the light. Emptiness.
Fria felt repulsed, and she listened to the voice of darkness.
-Ah…
Then, the sense of betrayal and emptiness I felt in the light was filled with fullness.
***
The Great Demon World where heroes, including warriors and saints, met their end together with the Demon King.
There, hundreds of years ago, a woman called a saint woke up.
Pria.
She was reborn and retained her previous appearance.
She hasn’t changed.
However, the object of her service has changed.
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The girl’s world turned upside down.
Now, the center of Fria’s world was darkness, not light.
Her view of the world came to be based on darkness.
-Poor people…
These were the words of Fria, who visited the memorial stone of her former colleagues.
-I wish we had known earlier that we were wrong.
Great heroes that the world will praise for eternity.
Colleagues I once admired and respected.
To Fria, who had changed, they were nothing more than objects of sympathy.
But what do other people think?
The Arden family, which seemed like it would last forever, was destroyed in the war with the Demon King.
The same was true for the families of the comrades who shared the same cause with Arden and fought alongside Fria.
At best.
We only faced a very small part of the great darkness.
The world was praising them as great heroes.
The poor people who follow the formless and meaningless light and do not know the darkness.
-It’s boring…
In Fria’s eyes, everything in the world seemed insignificant and trivial.
Except for her left arm.
Like Fria, he was chosen by darkness and served darkness.
Long before Pria.
It was also her left arm that brought the devil, a part of the darkness, into the world.
In that respect, her left arm could be seen as leading Fria into darkness.
-The left arm…
The left arm was the only thing Fria recognized in this world before the advent of darkness.
But her left arm did not recognize Fria.
Let alone acknowledging it, they didn’t even care.
Fria didn’t say that she particularly wanted recognition from her left arm.
She withdrew her recognition and attention for her left arm.
As if pouting at the other person’s grumpiness.
It was a lonely day again.
Feeling isolated from the world, she looked forward to the day when darkness would arrive.
Then one day.
For the first time, the left arm showed interest in something other than darkness.
The true Harasin.
The left arm, conscious of their presence, looked bored, but on the other hand, it looked exalted.
It looked uncomfortable, but at the same time it seemed welcoming.
What kind of people are they?
How can such a complex aspect be brought out in a left arm that had no interest in anything except darkness?
-You said he was a true Harasin, right?
It had been decades since Fria first encountered her left arm.
Following her left arm, for the first time, an object of interest appeared.
Worldly world.
The moment when I encountered for the first time a type of people and culture that I did not know.
Fria felt a thrill comparable to the moment she first entered the world.
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They were none other than the ones who drew the attention of the left arm.
Pria expected that they would be wonderful enough to draw her attention.
‘Is this the true Harashin…?’
However, when Fria encountered the reality, she could not help but be disappointed.
-Heesilheesil.
I could not feel any part of darkness or anything special about the foolish man standing before me.
That power.
It may certainly fall into a special category by general standards.
However, by the standards of those who serve the darkness, it was only at an insignificant level.
If he had put his mind to it, he could have created a being with power greater than that person named Ceylon.
In fact, it was Fria who gave Archbishop Abutima the power to destroy him.
‘The true leader of Harashin is the right arm, and that man was said to be the right arm’s disciple. I guess…’
Pria looked at Cudalin, who was in the same position as Ceylon.
“What’s going on here?”
It was beautiful.
Why did the Left Arm give Cudalin his name and accept him as his disciple?
Cudalin’s power was a sufficient answer to that.
That’s what it means to be a disciple.
Such a disciple was also a mirror showing the level of the teacher.
There was a gap that could never be bridged between Cudalin and Ceylon, who were fellow students.
Perhaps it is also the gap between the left arm and the right arm.
The true Harasin is an insignificant being.
At best, their value is comparable to that of a great family or a large council.
‘Why…’
Pria was confused.
Why is that left arm interested in these people?
‘…’
Maybe it is.
I think it might be because of past memories.
The true Harasin.
Right arm.
They were connected from the time when the left arm was still human, before it became part of the darkness.
‘Was the reason that person showed some aspects of humanity simply because of the relationship he had with them…’
It cools down.
Interest in the left arm.
Interest in the true Harasin.
‘Left arm, you were human after all.’
Instead, cooled emotions give rise to other emotions.
It felt like the left arm, whose true nature was unknown and difficult to touch, was in my hand.
‘If these people acknowledged it, why did I not acknowledge it?’
Suddenly a thought occurred to me.
The true Harasin.
If you intercept them first before the left arm can collect or destroy them.
What kind of expression does the left arm make?
A dark and damp feeling that she could not have imagined when she was a saint tickled Fria.