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Contrary to the passionate cheers coming from outside the window, Kristina's words were soft and chilly. Eugene stopped waving at the crowd and turned his head to look at her.
The Saint had just denied the existence of a god of her own volition, yet her expression remained surprisingly calm. Her face showed no sign of anger, betrayal, or despair.
"What's all this about suddenly?" Eugene asked first.
He had his suspicions, even certainty, but no proof. Therefore, he didn't want to make unnecessary remarks, especially considering both Kristina and Anise were Saints of the God of Light.
"There's no need to be considerate of me," Kristina whispered with a faint smile.
Her words were interrogative, and her gaze didn't seek deception or undue kindness. In the end, Eugene sighed softly and retracted his hand from the window.
With a click, the window closed, silencing the loud cheers from outside. Eugene turned to face Kristina.
Consideration.
He didn't deny it. The reason Eugene had refrained from speaking about the Light was ultimately out of consideration.
Kristina and Anise were born as Saints.
It had always been so.
They were created to worship the Light and to be tools for the Light.
They weren’t even allowed a normal childhood because they were born and raised in such a manner.
They were symbols for spreading the faith.
They were products to enchant the faithful.
They were divine weapons for conveniently wielding miracles.
That was what the Saint was.
They were coerced into faith in the Light. Anise harbored disillusionment with the Light and religion after having lived centuries and endured many wars. Yet, she didn't deny the existence of the Light itself. She did not deny that the Light illuminated the world, nor did she deny the...
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