His instincts had been telling him something.

Purify it.

Get rid of it.

Destroy it.

His instincts were ordering him, the weakling with nothing but healing powers, to use his body to smash into the trees and get rid of them.

��That was similar to-�

It was similar to when his younger sister Hannah had been healed by the necromancer Mary. His instincts, the will of the Sun God, wanted him to get rid of them.

But Jack had seen it.

He had seen the trees turn white, as well as Mary, The Dark Elves, and the sunlight shining down on them through the trees.

That was the first time he had heard a voice.

It was not the voice of the Sun God.

It was his own voice.

�That is what light is supposed to be.�

He had thought of Cale�s actions as being good many times. He had seen goodness in the others as well, making him come to his realization.

However, the meaning in his own words was different than that realization.

�I can do it.�

He could make that kind of light as well.

�Saint-nim, what are you talking about? What are you doing in the middle of our conver-�

He could hear Sir Bernard�s voice.

Saint Jack slowly opened his eyes.

He remembered what the ancient Dragon Eruhaben told him.

�If he really is a Lich, it would have been difficult for you to figure it out. You might think I�m rude for saying this, but your skills are not at the level where you can figure out his identity just by being near him.�

Sir Bernard.

Saint Jack did not have many reasons to meet with the Alchemists from the Bell Tower when he had been in the capital. Only the leaders of the Empire were allowed to meet with the Saint. JrNovels.com