“…Hmm… Ehem…” Kristina backed away with an awkward cough. Her eyes were swollen, and her voice was a little off. Kristina stole glances at Eugene’s chest, which was damp while collecting herself. “…Uh… How did you manage to get here?”

Although the question was quite overdue, it wasn’t something that she could hold back from. Kristina still wasn’t sure how everything had happened.

The Fount of Light was a place known only to a select few priests of the Holy Empire. In fact, even Kristina did not know exactly where the Fount of Light was located. She only knew that a warp-gate was used to travel to and from the fount and that the warp-gate was guarded by the henchmen of Cardinal Rogeris.

“Miracle,” answered Eugene while dusting off his chest. Kristina’s face turned a brighter shade of red with every stroke of Eugene’s hand, and only then did she realize how much and for how long she had been crying on his chest.

“…M-miracle,” stuttered Kristina. But… miracle? She could not help but wonder.

Kristina did not hate the word ‘miracle.’ What she had experienced as the Saintess Candidate was terrible, but she believed in the existence of God. In fact, her faith in God was the only thing that had allowed her to endure until now. For Kristina, a miracle was the work of God.

“But…. I thought, Sir Eugene, you didn’t believe in things like miracles, right?” she asked. She knew well that Eugene didn’t believe in God, and after what he had just experienced, she knew that he would probably never believe for the rest of his life. As such, she felt somewhat puzzled and surprised when Eugene called it a miracle.

“I might believe in small miracles,” muttered Eugene before turning around. He attempted to take a step forward, but… as soon as he shifted one foot, he felt his legs give out under him. The rebound from Ignition...