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A hand was placed on the Saint�s shoulder. The Saint realized something once he felt the hand on his shoulder.

He thought that his sister was looking at him, however, she was looking past his shoulder. The Saint slowly turned his head after hearing the familiar voice.

It was Cale Henituse.

Cale was looking at Hannah as he continued to speak.

�Good job holding on until now. Hold on just a bit longer.�

The Saint could let out a sigh of relief. However, he felt a pressure that clenched his heart at that moment.

The Saint�s gaze headed toward the door.

There was someone wearing a black robe as well as another woman.

His hands started to shake as soon as he saw those two people.

His instincts, his powers given by the Sun God, were telling him about them.

��A human who uses dead mana and a Dark Elf.�

For someone who grew up in the church as a Saint of the Sun God, these people were his enemies. Although he was a Saint who only had healing powers, his mind was still overcome by his natural instincts.

��Must get rid of them. Must purify them.�

His divine powers given by the Sun God started to surround his body. The Saint�s eyes turned red for a different reason.

It was at that moment.

Squeeeeze.

The hand on his shoulder clamped down. The Saint turned his head toward the person who was squeezing his shoulder with so much strength that he was about to groan. (Is Cale strong or is the Saint weak? )

He made eye contact with Cale.

Cale started to speak.

�They have come to save your sister while knowing that it may be dangerous.�

The Saint could hear Cale�s serious tone.

�Don�t you want to save Miss Hannah, no, don�t you want to save your sister?�

The Saint clenched his fists and bit down on his lips before slowly standing up. He then moved to the back. His body was shaking as he moved away while not looking at Mary and Tasha. JrNovels.com