The Saintess of the Holy Kingdom, Seria, opened her eyes in the darkness.0

In the distance, the sound of screams echoed, piercing the air. It was a clear sign that the worst had come to pass.0

Your Holiness, why would you make such a decision? Seria thought. She couldn't understand this attack. She wondered whether, if holy knights had been sent to retrieve her, there was truly a need for such drastic measures.0

Even her decision to entrust herself to the Fourth Prince had been made with care. She had believed that traveling with him would prevent them from making reckless decisions. Attacking the Fourth Prince was no trivial matter, since it could even lead to war.0

"Dear Light…" she whispered, her voice trembling.0

Seria recalled the Pope's gentle face. He was the one who had taken her in when she was an orphan and raised her with love. She could still picture him reading scripture to her in his compassionate voice. It was impossible to believe that someone like him had ordered the merciless slaughter of innocents.0

Should I have returned? Doubt crept into her heart, but she shook her head, dismissing it. 0

This was the sacred mission the Radiant Light had entrusted to her—to save the Pajar Sultanate's Crown Prince for the sake of the world. As a servant of the Radiant Light, her duty was to follow its will, nothing more.0

Thud. Thud.0

Footsteps hurried outside the tent. Moments later, the entrance flap was pushed aside, and a man clad in armor entered...0