Within a white room that was completely empty of anything, Kristina was kneeling down in the center of the room. The room had no windows, nor did it have any lights. Even so, it wasn’t dark. This room was white because the walls themselves were able to emit light.

This was the chapel building near the Fount of Light. Kristina was familiar with this room but didn’t find it the least bit comfortable. The day that she was bestowed with the Light, and it first began to dwell within her body, was the first day that Kristina had come to the Fount of Light and had entered this room.

After ten years of this, the room had become familiar to her, but it was as uncomfortable as her. The walls shone as softly as ever while she sat in the center of the room and went through the process of preparing for the sacrament. Without doing anything, just sitting there and settling her heart.

It was just a repetition of what she had done before. Nothing had changed.

Even ten years ago, she had had these sorts of thoughts. Was all this really necessary? Why? Was there any meaning to this — no, there was definitely some meaning. However… was this the right thing to do? Was this truly God’s will?

Could the Saintess really be such an existence?

“...,” Kristina silently repeated such thoughts to herself.

She had pondered the same questions dozens, even hundreds of times, but in the end, she had still stayed in this room.

Compared to the success of the sacrament, the fact that she wasn’t able to understand her own role in this was as insignificant as a speck of dust. That was what Kristina had been taught ever since she was a child. That was how she had grown up.

She had been told of the role of the Saintess, and she knew how significant becoming the Saintess was. That was something that Kristina had never doubted.

She lived to become the Saint.

Kristina Rogeris’s whole life had been dedicated to earning the name of the Saint. Now, after everything she had endured for the past ten years, her goal had come within her reach. After all, hadn’t a Hero finally appeared in this era? The presence of the Hero added even more value to the price that Kristina had paid her life for.

It wasn’t long now.

Kristina opened her eyes and looked down. The dagger that had been placed in front of her knees caught her eye. The blade had been sharpened to the point where it couldn’t be any sharper. She had already spent enough...