I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

208 – Baal (5)

Every morning the sun rises.

One plus one equals two, a natural phenomenon like water flowing from top to bottom.

The ‘saint’ had expectations every day for something so new and obvious.

Morning and the coming sunlight.

And the sunlight comes – a smile brighter than dawn.

Before he knew it, that bright smile had become the joy that signaled the start of the day for the saint.

“Good morning, saint!”

“I hope you had a peaceful night.”

The Dark Saint really enjoyed this meeting time.

Religiously, darkness and time had little to do with each other, but coincidentally the chapels of the two gods were very close together.

And then, at some point, when I finished praying and came down, I came face to face with the Saintess of Time.

At first we just exchanged quick greetings.

Before we knew it, we had become close and had become light conversations, and now it had become an indispensable part of our daily schedule.

Sometimes, when the timing didn’t work out, we would wait for each other.

So, it wasn’t like I had feelings for him from the beginning.

The Saint of Time. Aisa just walked towards him with brisk strides.

He built a big house in his mind without asking permission.

“You keep getting angry at me every day! Last time, you were like… … ”

“I don’t think you meant it with bad intentions.”

“I know that, but!”

Humans are truly a strange species.

The demon race grows into adulthood in an instant and remains in its physical prime until the moment of death.

However, the physical prime of a human being lasts for at most 20 years. After that, the physical decline begins.

I don’t think it’s ugly to grow old like that.

An old man, on his deathbed, left these words to his wife: ‘I’m happy I could grow old with you.’

The saint could not quite understand what they were saying, but now he seemed to understand a little.

Human life is like a single flower.

It starts out as a small, green sprout and slowly grows a stem.

Another leaf will grow from the stem, and one day it will bloom into a pretty flower.

But there is no flower that blooms forever.

Pretty flower petals will eventually fall, but a flower is beautiful even when it falls.

He could not imagine that the Saint of Time would not be radiant for even a single moment.

The smile the saint had yesterday was more dazzling than anything in the world.

And today’s smile was prettier than yesterday’s.

“Oh, by the way, Saint, do you remember that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ll be an adult next month.”

The sense of time of the Jangseong tribe is different from that of humans.

Since humans live a hundred years as if they were a thousand, their time was difficult for a saint to keep up with.

That was before she was sucked into her time.

“I love you. I have fallen in love with you. Please accept my heart.”

I shouldn’t have accepted it.

“I want to be with you. A little longer. Until the end of my life. Will you marry me?”

I should have cut it off when I had the chance.

“If there’s one thing I’ve ever done better in my life, it was marrying you.”

Actually, I am like that too. But it shouldn’t be like that.

The happiest time of my life was the time I spent married to you.

All the happiness I have experienced along the way cannot even compare to what I have received from you.

You were a flower as splendid as my thoughts, even in your dying state.

What I overlooked was that you were a much more attractive flower than I expected.

I fell in love with you so deeply.

“Don’t cry, Baal. You’ll ruin your handsome face.”

“Isa… … ”

I wish I hadn’t known.

If you had left me alone and not known anything, I wouldn’t be in this much pain.

Deadly poison always smells sweet.

You taught me a love that is sweeter than anything else.

So your love must have been a more deadly poison than anything else.

I was already so deeply addicted that I wasn’t even alive.

I was so sick I couldn’t stand it.

How can you come into my heart without permission and then leave without permission?

In fact, my heart was torn apart and I couldn’t bear it, as if love was something that took my future happiness all at once.

So, we crossed a line that should not be crossed.

Is this what I asked for?

Or maybe she felt the same way?

I don’t know. When I came to my senses, Aisa and I had already done something irreversible.

I also knew that I would receive my retribution someday.

I had a vague idea, but… …I was so happy that I would be able to spend more time with her in the future that I didn’t have time to care.

We built happiness again in the time we turned back, and the end came again.

The god of death has come for us.

* * *

As the battle with Baal dragged on, the first one to collapse was the Saintess of Mercy.

It was inevitable.

Dersian and I can endure it with our mental power if our bodies recover, but the saint’s divine power is not infinite.

It was the one that bore the greatest burden in terms of defense and recovery. It was natural that it could not withstand attrition.

Yes, this fight became a war of attrition.

It doesn’t end until one side is completely finished.

Each and every one of Baal’s strikes was precise and solid.

It was a trace of having crossed countless lines. It must mean that over a long period of time, he had not just relied on the amount of strength, but had also continuously built up his own skills.

Even though Isha and I started bleeding, he was not easily shaken.

“What is finished is… nothing.”

A little mumbling.

Baal muttered as if brainwashing himself.

The floor under my feet was uneven.

It was because it was repeatedly cut down by the sharp sword, melted from being unable to withstand the heat, and shattered from being unable to withstand the impact as it cooled.

Just as the marks left on the ground were scars, so were Baal’s body and shield – and we too.

Fragments of the shattered armor fell to the floor.

The second of us to collapse was Dersian.

A guy who believed in his own strength and took on the most dangerous role.

He continued to take the hits on our behalf – and was fatally wounded in Isha’s stead.

The shield that had been holding the group split apart completely, making it impossible to continue fighting.

‘In the end, I have to do it.’

As time passed, the allies fell apart one by one.

As Isha fell, inflicting severe wounds on Baal, the number of empty positions on the allies increased noticeably.

In the battlefield where many people had started, only Sirien and I were left.

A ferocious magical force weighs me down.

It seemed as if his spirit had not diminished one bit since he first encountered Baal.

But there was something they both felt.

The limit is coming.

With Darthian down, I was left to face Baal alone.

The damage they have accumulated against each other has already crossed the line and it would not be strange if they collapsed at any time.

It was only the stubbornness that I couldn’t fall now that was holding up my two legs.

The sacredness of rest thickly enveloped me.

The divine power that had been stored up for a long time was being used without sparing anything.

Wasn’t that all? Sirien was already holding an axe and was slowly approaching me.

“Sirien? I think it would be better if you were a little further back.”

“I came because I needed to. And is there anything you want to tell me?”

“… … First, let’s finish the urgent work.”

As Baal approached, I took a step forward, and Sirien took a step back.

As the distance grew closer, more risks had to be taken.

However, Sirien’s support has become faster and sharper.

Siren’s axe struck Baal squarely in the blind spot.

Movements that made it seem as if I were aiming for this place.

Siren’s axe, while physically insignificant, was lethal to Baal’s divinity.

Thanks to that, I have some free time.

The heavy tip of the sword struck the shield as if it were going to shatter the gate.

It was about to happen.

The long, drawn-out fight was drawing to a close.

Sirien’s axe kicked away the divinity, and my sword energy tore the magic to shreds.

I don’t know what that shield is made of. I don’t know how great of a relic it is, but it has its limits.

If you can’t kill him by jumping over Baal’s shield, then the only problem you have to solve is to break the shield.

In the midst of the fierce fighting, a crack appeared.

“Let’s just end this now. I’m so bored!”

“Not yet. Do you think I will end up in a place like this? I will kill you, I will kill all the annoying humans, I will kill all the abominable gods, and she… … ”

“I told you. Your saint told me to stop you. I will let you meet in the end.”

Overloaded the greatsword.

I swung with all my might and hit Baal’s shield.

The pain was so intense that the veins in both arms felt like they were going to burst. Even the blade of the greatsword could not withstand the force and broke.

It was okay.

Because it wasn’t just my blade that was broken.

Baal’s shield shattered and fell like broken glass.

Was there any spare? No. There was no need to worry.

If you don’t miss this opportunity, you’ll be killed.

I held my longsword in one hand, and in the other I condensed my killing intent and sword spirit to form a sword.

The blades meet at an angle. I stabbed Baal in the side without engaging his sword.

Next is the stomach. Then the heart. Then the shoulders. Then the thighs. Then the neck.

Change the sword in your left hand to a counterattack and stab.

Cut off the arm holding the sword and cut the tendon of the leg in a straight line.

Knowing the Demon King’s life force, my sword moved without rest.

And the axe of Sirien struck Baal’s neck.

For a split second, the Saint of Time moved.

Baal’s head flew into the sky for a moment – and in a short moment the two souls were reunited.

Baal licked his lips. Please blame me.

It was a will.