Their tears were black.

Their eyes seemed to be returning to normal as they continued to cry those black tears.

�Huff, huff.�

Saint Jack turned his head and looked toward the people inside the Alchemists� Bell Tower who were being held back by the Dark Elves.

He made eye contact with one of those people.

A person who had finished crying those black tears laid his back on the white line that was on the ground and smiled at Saint Jack while crying normal tears.

Saint Jack lowered his head at that moment.

He slowly removed his hands from the ground.

The cracked compact mirror. He could see the shabby divine item.

�Ke, hehe-�

Jack started to laugh.

Condemnation.

That word had disappeared from the mirror.

There were two phrases on the mirror instead.

He read the first phrase.

< Your power is something you make for yourself to live your life. >

Jack�s smiling lips were shaking. His eyes that were blinking nonstop were also shaking.

�A power I make for myself.�

Jack could finally understand what that meant.

This healing power was not something that the Sun God gave to him but something he made to make his life shine brightly.

This was the same for the Dark Elves and Mary.

They all had powers they had made for themselves.

His younger sister Hannah. The reason that child became a sword master was for her own life as well.

Jack realized something once he saw this phrase. JrNovels.com