The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped

In Dreivayne Castle, the candidate Saintesses of the Holy Kingdom, who clashed with the Demon King of Death, were safely transported to a treatment center. All the rescued Saintesses from the front lines complained of extreme exhaustion.

They had pushed themselves beyond their limits using divine power.

It was similar to how excessive exercise can trigger nerve pain.

“Suddenly, it was like light was shining before my eyes, and power surged through my entire body… The Creator Deity entered me!”

A girl with purple hair spoke with a dreamy smile, her cheeks flushed as if recalling the moment she was possessed by the divine power of the Creator Deity to confront the wicked disaster.

Other candidate Saintesses were the same.

They had experienced an unprecedented crisis confronting the second Saintess possessed by the Demon King of Death, even fighting against the Saintess Party corrupted by the forces of death.

It wouldn’t have been strange if they had died on the battlefield.

The fact that none of the candidate Saintesses returned alive was nothing short of a miracle.

Despite experiencing such dire moments, the candidate Saintesses praised the grace of the Earth Mother. No one doubted the great will of the Creator Deity. Instead, they expressed their excitement at having been of even the slightest help to Him.

“Sis! Do you think I helped the God too? If I had known, I would have worked harder…!”

“Of course, the Creator Deity would be pleased. By now, He’s probably looking down on us from the heavens, thinking we’re admirable!”

“I feel so happy. It feels like I’ve gained the God’s recognition.”

“We might even become real Saintesses someday. Just like the First Saintess…!”

The twin candidate Saintesses, sitting side by side on the bed, chatted away, their radiant golden hair cascading down.

They must have been around thirteen.

The twins, selected early as candidate Saintesses, were incredibly young.

However, the candidate Saintesses of the Saintess Academy were all vessels prepared as the avatars of the Creator Deity, sent to confront the disaster of death like sacrificial offerings. If Edanant saw the candidate Saintesses fighting on the battlefield, he would have been furious, asking if even young girls were being mobilized.

“What happens to the second Saintess…?”

“I don’t know. Could it be that Beatrice has embraced the disaster of death…?”

The second Saintess, once admired for her beauty and benevolence, had fallen to become a witch wielding the coldness of death.

A witch.

A dreadful existence completely contrasting with the Saintess, who symbolized divinity.

The candidate Saintesses, who had to confront Beatrice, the fallen witch, were plunged into confusion. They had to fight against the kind senior who always looked after them as their older sister.

Adrain shrank her small shoulders.

Seeing her terrified younger sister, Iris smiled wryly and hugged her shoulder.

*

The exhausted witch of death made her decision.

And Gael, concerned for the safety of the candidate Saintesses, ultimately retreated as well.

A draw.

The clash between the Creator Deity and the Disaster God was recorded as a tie.

The news that the Earth Mother, sovereign of the omniscient and omnipotent, had recorded a draw filled the cardinals with fear. Given that this situation followed directly after the destruction of the sanctuary due to the counterattacks from war and famine, the terror was inevitable.

“………”

In a space created in the style of the Holy Kingdom, emphasizing holy beauty.

Numerous lights illuminated the darkness.

At the center of this space, composed of brilliant light and sweet shadows, was a throne. This throne, adorned with luxurious gold and jewels, was truly meant for only one person to hold glory.

A girl perched on the throne.

The girl, with hair as radiant as a gemstone, was the avatar of the Creator Deity possessing the candidate Saintess.

“When will you decide to end this silence?”

“………”

Tap tap. Tap tap.

A middle-aged man approached with leisurely steps, asking in a tone as if scolding a child.

It was Holy King Boerun.

The girl did not respond to Boerun’s inquiry. For a moment, she narrowed her brow, only showing a face filled with crossness. Boerun let out a solemn smile in response.

“In the end, the worst scenario we feared has occurred.”

“I couldn’t stop it… I should have somehow stopped Beatrice….”

The omniscient and omnipotent Creator Deity.

Yet, in reality, she was just a pitiful girl.

The gloomy expression and subdued voice proved the fragile inner self of the Creator Deity. Overcome by an unbearable outcome, Gael retreated into the room, as if escaping reality.

“… She was slowly dying.”

“Eh?”

“Bea carries the holiness of life, symbolized by the Saintess’ miracle. She could never accept the divine status that denies and deceives life. The disaster of death is constantly gnawing away at Bea’s lifespan.”

“Then…! The more she uses the divine status of disaster, does that mean Bea gets closer to dying!?”

Before becoming the second Saintess of the Holy Kingdom, she was his beloved daughter.

No, it wouldn’t do.

He couldn’t lose his daughter.

Upon hearing that Beatrice had been given a terminal death sentence, Boerun’s voice trembled with desperation. It was a stark contrast to the kind smile he usually wore, which always seemed impenetrable.

“I apologize. I lost my composure for a moment and raised my voice.”

“It’s okay. You’re a father too. It’s only natural to prioritize your daughter’s safety above all else.”

Boerun coughed awkwardly as he apologized.

At that, Gael smiled wryly.

“What happened to Belashiel?”

“Well… I’m still searching for her whereabouts.”

The Seraph Belashiel, who had been behind the Holy Knights and cardinals of the Holy Kingdom, fought a desperate battle against the disaster of war but unfortunately ended up defeated.

If she had died during that battle, she would have been summoned back to the celestial realm.

But Belashiel had not returned.

Numerous personnel were mobilized to search for the Seraph’s whereabouts, but no trace was found. It was as if she had vanished from the battlefield, completely disappearing after being defeated by the disaster.

“Belashiel…! I knew she would get into trouble someday!”

“It’s highly likely that the Master of the Magic Tower, who had betrayed humanity and colluded with the disaster, is involved. Cardinal Nebiacus is leading the Holy Knights to search the Magic Tower, so we should receive news soon.”

Perhaps it was because she saw the face of a mother worrying about the impending doom of the world.

Famine unleashed to prevent the end of the world.

The admirable daughter did something outrageous to resolve her mother’s concern.

It’s my fault.

Because I always showed her my weak self.

Thinking of his daughter, who possessed a righteous personality and deep loyalty, his heart was heavy with worry and guilt about whether his daughter had faced any unspeakable troubles.

*

The flesh of the four of you cannot accept the coldness of death.

Release my lord.

Otherwise, we will fall together into eternal rest.

A chilling presence that seemed to freeze even the soul pressed upon the heavy fate of the woman. Yet, even so, the woman coughed up a pale sigh and resolutely endured.

Tsk.

The sound of a tongue clicking was heard.

“I will never… give up.”

The pink hair that once flaunted gentle colors turned into a ghastly white.

Her sky-blue eyes were no different. They turned into a deep gray that symbolized the coldness of death.

Despite her pale face, the woman, on the verge of collapsing, unleashed her saintly power, soothing the heaviness of the coldness of death that pressed down on her. Though it was merely a temporary measure, the slight calming of the cold allowed her to catch her breath.

– Tired of this. You are truly a stubborn woman.

A voice came through the raging ice storm.

The disaster of death.

The mastermind who tried to destroy the world with the Demon King’s army and cultists.

Beatrice gazed at the shadow visible beyond the ice storm with a piercing look. As if sensing her gaze, the shadow writhed and moved.

– You are merely a vessel for the hypocritical prodigal daughter. If that cheap prodigal girl chooses you as her avatar and descends, I will be in trouble along with the sisters of the disaster in an instant.

The perfect avatar with exceptional divine affinity.

That was Beatrice.

But the unfortunate part was that this talent was confined only to the divine statuses of the Creator Deity, led by the Earth Mother. As she had shown, ever since taking in the disaster of death, Beatrice had been enduring immense pain.

– I ask you. Why are you so desperate?

“Because I have to save… him.”

– Save whom?

“That benefactor who saved countless people… The one who has saved so many, but in the end, refuses to be saved himself, burdening the risk all alone, that clumsy, clumsy man… I want to save him.”

There was no lofty cause to be found, as if from a speech.

No grand purpose either.

I just want to repay him.

Only wish to return the favor.
On behalf of you, who desperately saved this world –
I simply wanted to save you, who saved thousands of lives.

In her blurred vision, Beatrice recalled Edanant’s voice. It was their last conversation after he had quelled the Demon King of Death.

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