Chapter 619 – Entangled (2)
The saint is acknowledged by everyone as the best healer.
The saint can be saved as long as her life is kept.
As long as you pick up a severed limb, the saint can put it back together.
And so on.
This is obvious just by reading the many exaggerated rumors that come to mind when thinking about her.
And there is something even more surprising.
That exaggerated rumor was actually not exaggerated at all.
“You want to learn divine magic from me…”
It goes without saying, but it wasn’t obtained for nothing.
Of course, the fact that she had outstanding talent and divine power from a young age played a big role in her being chosen as a saint, but she worked hard and studied so hard.
To reduce even just one person dying in front of me.
We have learned from previous saints and popes, and have continuously conducted independent research beyond them.
The power of the seven main lines is next.
That means, even if she didn’t have the power of a god, she was already a great person in herself.
Someone says so.
Since she is so unique and teaches Orthodox healers, she can enjoy such great influence.
But unfortunately, this was wrong.
She has never taught anyone directly.
Not a single person so far.
Some people may be puzzled by these words.
Wasn’t her intention from beginning to end to save more people?
However, no matter how great a person is, there is a limit to what he can handle alone.
Then, if she truly wants to achieve her will, shouldn’t she teach everyone?
However, her unrivaled power and position forced her to make that choice.
This is because of the rule that the saint’s teachings must be passed down to only one person, the saint who follows her.
Of course, this does not mean that nothing was given to Orthodox Church members.
She organized her research results and her realizations so that they could be easily understood and secretly placed them in her library.
In an ambiguous location that is neither too remote nor too frequented.
So that someone can stumble upon it, learn it, and spread it widely.
It was for that reason that the air around the saint became heavy.
“Mr. Juyeon.”
“… Yes.”
“Do you know what it means to be taught by me?”
“…”
Han Ju-yeon could not answer easily.
She also knows
How ridiculous it is for her to ask a saint for her teachings.
In other words, it means that she is desperate enough to put such a ridiculous request in her mouth.
Despite such embarrassment, she answered.
“I… I just want to save you.”
“Who do you mean?”
“The people I love.”
Kim Do-jin.
And the people he cared about.
And even those who hope he doesn’t die.
I hoped he wouldn’t get sick.
Both physically and mentally.
And she knows.
At what moment does the man you love feel the most pain and struggle?
How many people did I let go and suffer alone?
If you calculate the pain, it is so great that you could die dozens of times more.
I no longer wanted to see what I saw occasionally.
Drinking a glass of wine while consoling the departed, feeling more pain than the dead person.
No, actually, it’s all just an excuse.
‘I will never let you die.’
I just don’t want to let him go.
‘My brother-in-law is mine.’
I just want to stay forever in the arms of the man she managed to steal from her sister.
To do that, I had to do something.
Even if it goes against the wishes of the leader of the world’s largest religion.
The saint’s eyes, hidden behind a veil, read the emotions swirling in her heart.
‘Hot desire.’
Sexual desire painted red.
Dark, twisted possessiveness.
Things the saint hates the most and stays away from.
Normally, I would have frowned and flatly refused.
But what she saw was not just desire.
Sexual desire and possessiveness.
Pure affection that encompasses these two things.
And the burning desire that comes from there.
That made her choice difficult.
‘How can a person like this…’
The saint’s eyes turn to Kim Do-jin.
He was the first example.
It showed that worldly aspects and noble spirit can coexist.
As the absolute formula was broken, I thought that a second and a third would appear someday.
And finally, the second one appeared in front of her.
A different form of contradiction, in which one does not lose one’s purity despite having desires that go beyond the limit.
She thought for a moment.
And soon I decided.
“Good.”
Everyone was shocked by the completely unexpected answer.
* * *
A night with particularly strong moonlight today.
The saintess, who couldn’t sleep easily, looked up at the window while holding a cup of warm tea in her hand, and a moment from just a few hours ago flashed in her mind.
“Is this really a good thing…”
The decision to teach Han Ju-yeon her sacred magic wasn’t just for one reason.
She is a member of the secret organization ‘Guardians’ that she and Kim Do-jin belong to.
There are countless talented people working hard for humanity.
And they are dying.
It was a chronic problem in hunter society.
Because there are extremely few healers compared to dealers, it is a tragedy to have to let go of those who can survive if healed in time.
Carrying her status as a saint on her shoulders, she was always busy.
So much so that even just leaving for a day requires a huge amount of preparation time.
As a result, unfortunately, she was not always there when she was needed most.
The names of her colleagues who died like that left a big lump in her heart.
That’s why.
The reason why she accepted Han Joo-yeon’s unreasonable request.
“If Jooyeon was there, things would get a little better…”
Also, this was just the starting point.
She herself cannot teach others directly.
The public’s attention and discipline are a problem, but more than anything, there is a lack of time.
Teaching Han Joo-yeon is something that she, who splits her schedule by the minute, takes a lot of effort on her part.
But it was well worth it.
What if she, who learned her sacred magic from me, teaches it to others in the future?
Her own power will allow her to spread widely.
If that happens, the number of people who die in vain in this world will decrease.
… Her reason is a superficial process of persuading her own mind, and her real reason is different.
Looking up at the large full moon, she thought of a man.
A smile that naturally blooms on the lips.
‘If Jooyeon gets stronger, you will be safer too.’
The “You” She was referring to was Kim Do-jin.
‘You can’t repeat the same mistake twice.’
She made a mistake once.
Francis Meyer.
Since he always had his back, he mistakenly thought it would be like that forever.
Even if he was sent to a dangerous place, he would be able to come back alive.
I believed and leaned on him without any basis, thinking that he could do it.
It was only after he collapsed that I realized it.
‘You wouldn’t be much different from me either.’
In the end, he too is nothing more than a person just like himself.
If you get stabbed, it bleeds, hurts, and dies.
A person who is just a little stronger and has a stronger sense of responsibility than others.
He realized that fact only after losing it.
That was her mistake and mistake.
The first time can be dismissed as a mistake, but the second time is an inexcusable intention.
She didn’t even want to lose Kim Do-jin.
There aren’t many things that resemble Francis, but he is similar in that he is reckless, which makes my heart pound, but at the same time, gives me a sense of stability.
In my heart, I always wanted to be with him where he did dangerous things, but it was impossible.
Because he has his own work, and you have your own work.
So I chose Han Joo-yeon.
If she, with her outstanding talent, is by her side, Kim Do-jin will be safe.
It was a choice mixed with extremely personal greed, but what can you do?
She is also a person before she is a saint.
Since you are born as a human, no matter how much you are a saint, you cannot live by suppressing your greed.
“You would have said that.”
Suddenly I wanted to see him.
Rather than wanting to have a special conversation, I want to enjoy the moment itself, sitting in a quiet atmosphere, facing each other and slowly pouring warm tea water to each other’s mouths.
‘It would be rude to visit you late at night.’
No.
It’ll be okay.
He also always said that the nights here are boring.
For her little pleasure, she took her own tea leaves, a kettle filled with hot water, and two tea cups and walked leisurely toward the lodgings where he was staying.
It was as expected.
Judging by the light coming through the crack in the door, it seemed like he wasn’t asleep either.
She was about to knock on the door with a happy heart.
Pow! Poop!
A strange sound coming from beyond the door pierced her ears.
‘What are you talking about… ?’
Feeling strangely curious, she carefully listened to Kim Do-jin’s visit.
The sound that had inadvertently escaped a moment ago began to be heard more clearly.
Slam! Slam!
The sound of something hitting each other.
And.
“Please fuck me deeper…♥”
The coquettish moans and pleas of a woman soaked in pleasure.
Her new brother, who easily realized what that meant, stumbled greatly.
“Ah…!”
Wajangchang!
The teapot prepared for Kim Do-jin fell to the floor and shattered, making a loud noise.
