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The Hero and the Saint.
Edmond could not fully comprehend the weight that these two titles held. He was a monstrous black wizard who had survived for over a hundred years, but he had never met a true Hero or Saint.
“A Saint, you say,” Gavid repeated consideringly.
However, the Blade of Incarceration and the Queen of the Night Demons had both met a true Hero and a true Saint. In that era from three hundred years ago, both the Hero and the Saint were active in the world. Since then, the Hero hadn’t reappeared, but the Holy Empire of Yuras had appointed a new ‘Saint’ several times and made them the symbol of their holy kingdom.
“I think there is a possibility,” Edmond confirmed.
Noir moved with a leisurely gait and sat on top of an empty table.
She then crossed her legs with a bewitching smile and said, “The Saint Candidate for this generation, her name was Kristina Rogeris, right? That woman looks just like Anise Slywood, doesn’t she? It took those fanatics two hundred years, but they finally managed to clone Anise Slywood.”
“We don’t know if they have truly succeeded quite yet,” Gaivd corrected her. “After all, they may have simply managed to recreate her face. Though, in fact, wouldn’t that make it easier for the Holy See to control her? After all, they actually made Anise so well that they couldn’t control her in her later years.”
Noir and Gavid knew the truth about Anise Slywood. These two were demonfolk who had lived for hundreds of years and were familiar with the Saints who had come before Anise. Although they had been grandiosely called Saints, the Saints who came before Anise were imperfect creations who could not live up to their name.
The same went for the Saints who came after Anise as well. It was still unknown what method Yuras used to create the Saints, but it seemed that their method of producing Saints was imperfect. So far, there had been numerous Saint Candidates and full Saints, but among all of them, only Anise deserved to be called a Saint.
“If she’s just a crude doll that was made to resemble Anise only in her face, then… hehe,” Noir finished with a snicker. “As you said, it would make it easier for the Holy See to use her. Because just by resembling Anise, she could act as a symbol for their zealotry.”
“But as for the Hero,” Gavid muttered, still not sitting down. Instead, he stood with...
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