Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Our Saint

After the awkward situation with the foreign man, Amethely apologized for the strange situation he had been put through. She returned his coat and apologized yet again. The man said it was fine, and as an apology, she would help him eat all the snacks so they wouldn’t go to waste. Thinking back on the situation, Amethely found the man to be charming and considerate when they spoke. And now that she thought about him again, her heart couldn’t help but pound fast yet again. (Uwaaa… there must be something wrong with me.) She thought and shook her head. (Still, I would like to meet him again, ah…. AHHH!) She had just remembered that she didn’t even ask for his name! And now felt even more ashamed. What kind of lady doesn’t introduce herself? Amethely was sure she would be scolded by her grandmother watching from the heavens. 

Upon entering the dorm, she saw the dorm manager Lily, Pope Lue, and some soldiers in the hallway. Wondering what was going on, she walked closer. Upon entering their field of view, they had sorry looks. (Oh, is it an emergency?) And she would be right on the spot. Pope Lue told her what was going on. The SS rank beast from the snowy mountains unexpectedly moved not too long ago. It had occupied the mountains for years and had never moved from that spot. The military reported that the beast had been moving towards the city earlier this morning. They had let left the beast be because they calculated that too many lives would be lost if they confronted it. But now, it is a different story; would the beast get too close to the city, it would end all life in the capital.

Since this morning, they had dispatched the hero and their most powerful mages. But even that wasn’t enough. The sage was busy dealing with the monsters at sea and therefore couldn’t come back. They had also contacted other nations in the empire, but the earliest they could help was within a few days. Thus they had no choice but to ask the church for its most powerful arsenal, the Saint. Although young for her age, she was exceptional in magic and swordsmanship. She excelled at healing and offensive light magic, thus making her the perfect candidate for slaying the beast of darkness. 

The Pope looked grim. After what had happened to Amethely’s grandmother and the fact she was a newly appointed Saint, it was too much of a burden to bear at such a young age. She was only 20 years of age and still had 70 more to live. Pope Lue felt nothing but sorrow in his heart. Lily also looked unhappy about the situation but didn’t say anything. Amid the silence, Amehtaly spoke up. “I’ll go.” Pope Lue had hoped she would say no and that she was still immature and fearful. But with the determined look in her eyes, he couldn’t stop her even if he was against it. “Lily, bring armor to the Saint.” Pope Lue said. The soldier felt ashamed that they had to ask their Saint to come to the frontline. The guilt almost crushed them. “It’s a Saints job to help the people. There is no need for you to feel weighted by this.” Amethely gently smiled at the soldiers. 

The saint had worn her armor and was about to leave for the big battle. Just for her to see the gentleman she met earlier this day in the crowd. She didn’t know why he was there but was glad to see him again. She gently smiled and waved, unsure if he recognized her. To her surprise, he did. He waved and smiled at her, then left the crowd. (Ah. Again, this feeling. Would it be too much to ask to see you again?) 

 

“Wow, did you see the Saint use wind magic to take off? That was soo cool.” One person in the crowd said. The crowd cheered and prayed for her to come back safely. Alum only now found out she was a Saint by accident. “Yeah, I know what you mean; she doesn’t even have an affinity for wind magic and can still use it as if she had one!” Now, this comment caught Alum. “I know what you mean, man; it is said that she only has an affinity for light magic. But she can still use other elemental magic as if she had an affinity for them!” Alum was very surprised. (I see; I have an affinity for water and lightning magic, but that doesn’t mean I can’t use any other, huh… still, will she be okay?) Alum looked in the direction she had flown off to with a slightly worried expression. (After all, she is pretty clumsy. Or maybe she is one of those who has a switch?) 

 

In a rough spot, Chely fires her magic one after the other. Raging storms of winds and lightning. It didn’t matter how much she sliced with her sword or used her spells. The dark beast kept regenerating. It was huge, and darkness covered it, thus making it hard to see how big it was as it spits out dark acidic material making it hard to approach. They had been using offensive light magic at it for quite a while now, and it is taking its toll on the spell casters. Not many people have an affinity for light magic; at most, their mages only learned the mid-tier light spells. The beast had regenerated more slowly after being struck with light magic, but it still wasn’t enough. All Chely could do as of now was to keep the beast in place with brute force alone until—

The beast roared and summonsed black lightning from the skies. And the darkness that was covering the beast started to dissipate. It was an immense beast with tentacles out its back and ominous eyes that felt like one was staring into the abyss. (Not good.) Chely though, they had enraged the beast. But that wasn’t only a bad sign. They now knew that what they did wasn’t for naught. The beast then turned in the direction of the city. Chely was struck with a terrible feeling. Mana in the air got heavy; even for mages who enjoyed mana-rich environments, it was too much, as it felt like they were drowning. Chely could see many soldiers fall on the ground in pain. Because of the pressure, they stopped casting protective magic on themselves; they were also freezing from the extreme cold of the mountains. Soldiers down on the cold snow are shivering and in pain from mana suffocation. But the beast continued to charge its attack, and Chely, who had been casting high-level magic all day, didn’t have the mana to defend the attack. She could only hope that the illusionary barrier was enough to weaken the attack by the time it reached the city's main anti-magic barrier. But that wasn’t an option either. She could not just hope and pray; she had to take action. Even with her current mana, she infused her divine blade with light magic and charged toward the beast. 

 

Upon entering the illusionary barrier, Amethely could see mass destruction. Bits of pieces of the once beautiful mountain range are scattered across the valleys—harsh cold winds carry cries of agony. Concentrated mana could be felt deeper in the mountains. She had arrived at the main camp and saw dispirited, injured soldiers. Their commander was in battle, and the healers did their best to stop the corrosion from spreading among them. The sight and smell of the camp were unbearable by most standards. Amehtely was used to seeing injured people, although not to this extent. After she spoke to the healers, it appeared that only high-level cleansing magic would get rid of the corrosion entirely. Some of the most skilled healers took care of the gravest cases of corrosion and were all exhausted. But even mild cases of corrosion would spread and become worse if nothing was done to prevent it. Thus Amethely cast a mid-tier area effect water spell [Purefying Spring]. It was enough to buy them all time to get proper treatment in the city. While they all understood that the Saint could altogether remove it, it wasn’t an option. She still needed her mana for the fight, and casting a high-level cleansing spell would be too much of a burden, even for someone with an unimaginable mana pool like her. Amethely’s job here was done; now, all that’s left is the monster that caused all this. 

Explosions could be heard, beams of light fracturing in the skies—lightning storms and some frozen corpses of brave soldiers who had fought the battle. Amethely had to make sure if they were alive. And Unsurprisingly, none were. She saw Chely fighting the beast and slicing some of it to bits and pieces, only for it to regenerate back slowly. The creature was pretty slow, but the phase of the tentacles at its back was fast and fierce. It grabbed soldiers and flung them away with enough force to break the protective barrier. Soldiers with shot red eyes and decaying body parts kept fighting as if they had nothing to lose. Even Chely didn't have enough mana to protect herself. And despite her usual resilience, Amehtly could see that Chely had been weakened to the point she couldn’t use magic. Amethely was angry, really angry, and closed the distance between them faster and faster until she reached the beast and stabbed it with her divine blade. The blade infused with powerful celestial light made the creature roar louder than any of the soldiers and Chely had heard. Chely was shocked to think the Saint would lose herself and use sacrificial magic, powerful magic derived from life itself.

Magic that is so dangerous could kill its wielder had been used before their eyes. Even Chely, a skilled magic user, is reluctant to use it. It requires life force, mana, and extreme control over said forces. Amethely wasn’t done, stabbing the monster repeatedly and slashing it again and again until it caught her. It dragged her with its tentacle over fields of ice spikes until it flung her up high in the air and spat out powerful acid mixed with black lightning, which blew away the top of nearby mountains. But that didn’t stop the Saint. Bleeding all over her body and bits of her armor destroyed, she healed back up, cleansing away the corrosion that had been eating at her. Seeing this sight only enraged the beast further. As the slashes and stabs from celestial light hadn't healed at all. Luckily for the beast, the divine blade clad in said light was nowhere to be seen. The Saint had calmed down and stopped using sacrificial magic, making Chely and the soldiers relived. Amethely then cleaned away all the corrosion with water and light magic [Stellar Night Refelction]. Not only did it remove all decay, but it also healed her allies. The cleansing and healing persisted until her mana was depleted or she stopped the spell. Since she had used it on everyone in the vicinity, she only had half her mana left. But she is confident the beast would go down faster than she would lose all her mana.

The morale rose sky-high, and the soldiers charged at the beast until Amethely yelled to stop them all. They were, of course, confused, but it didn’t stop her; she proceeded to cast more spells, [Lgiht Clad Armor] and [Stellar infusion] on everybody. The former gives very high defenses and allows them to use her mana. The latter infuses their weapon with high-level light magic, which is the monster’s weakness. Amethely looked over at Chely and said, “Chely, please don’t use up all my mana.” She fell to her knees in exhaustion and told the soldiers. “You have around 10 minutes; NOW GO!” Thus everybody coordinated an all-in assault. Cries and roars of the beast could be heard all over the mountain range until the cries faded with the stormy cold winds. 

 

AN: Sorry, I lied. Man, this chapter was really exciting to write. Thus I wanted to share my excitement a little, haha…

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