âCommander, itâs a monster!â
Scylliaâs lips closed in a straight line.
âIt is said that the damage was severe, reports say they were careless because they thought that there was no way monsters would appear. The garrison guarding the border has already been destroyedâŠâ
âEnough. Where is the area?â
âIt is said to be near Arinald Gorge, located in the mountains to the northwest.â
Eric saluted and left the Commanderâs office.
âThe monsters attacked, it couldnât be a worst timing.â
Scyllia stumbled for a moment as she stepped outside with the cloak that was hanging on the hanger.
Her head was dizzy and she felt weak, it felt like she was about to collapse.
She took a deep breath and tightly chewed the inside of her cheeks to wake up.
âThe signs are alarming. I need to contact the Holy Land soon.â
And to do that, I had to be alive first.
Live to report, live to subjugate, live⊠for Ran, I also have to take care of him.
Scyllia tightly closed her eyes and then opened them as she left her office.
It was time to struggle to live.
It wasnât from yesterday that the frequency of the monsterâs appearance was inconstant like waves in an ocean.
The Holy Land of Gaia did not take the problem of increasing monsters in the Western Continent as insignificant.
They thought to stop them as they normally do.
However, starting with Scylliaâs report, calls came in from garrisons located across the Western Continent, and when the frequency exceeded the limit an emergency took place.
Only priests with holy powers could face monsters.
As a matter of course, Gaia was beyond busy.
But everything was somehow fine enough.
This is because Scyllia was holding out in the Grenia empire, which is the most troublesome because of its large land. Other countries were not as good as Scylliaâs, but the Paladins were defending it well.
However, there was another bigger problem.
âWhat are you saying!â
âYo-Your Holiness, it canât hold onâŠâ
âI didnât ask you to repeat it!â
Pope Ivasiv could not wait any longer and jumped from his chair.
Behind him, who was walking almost as if running, the paladins directly under the Saint who are called the Guardians followed one by one.
No one dared to stop the Pope.
Not only because he was the priest with the highest status but because everyone thought that it would be difficult to believe what was reported unless they saw it with their own eyes.
Finally, the arched double door made of rosewood opened wide.
In the middle of the spacious room, a dimly lit stone was revealed.
It was the barrier stone.
It was Godâs Solar protection that defended the western continent from monsters, and its light was going out.
Pope Ivasivâs face turned white in an instant.
âSince when it has been like that?â
Julius, one of the guardians standing next to him, asked in a dry, shrill voice.
âShall we question the Saint?â
âCan not be done! How dare youâŠâ
The man who was crowned as the Great Saint this time was a man named Iris and he was above even the Popeâs head.
The Saint was evidence of God Solarâs love for the western continent and human beings. They were the embodiment of altruism and love, justice and punishment.
A person who was born with all those missions in their soul was the apple of the eyes of God Solar.
Being Solarâs Saint meant that much.
But how can anyone dare to question him? How dare anyone doubt the SaintâŠ
âWhat do we do? The barrier will soon be broken, Your Holiness.â
Juliusâs voice was twisted with touches of sarcasm, but the Pope was so distracted that he didnât even notice.
âYou, didnât you see it?â
âYou saw the Saints stigma, didnât you?â
Far from making a decision, the Pope was clinging to the fact the Saint was real.
âThe stigma engraved by the great Solar will never be altered.â
Julius replied with sarcasm.
âTh-the stigma changes shape every time a new Saint appears, but you can use the phoenixâs feathers to prove the authenticity, right?â
âSaint Iris was also officially promoted to a Saint through that process. But do you dare doubt the Saint?â
âThen why is the barrier getting blurred?â
Julius asked, quenching his anger.
âThe barrier of the western continent is maintained by the power of the Saint. If Saint Iris is real, why is the barrier so unstableâŠâ
âWhatâs all this fuss about?!â
At that moment, Iris, whose face was red with anger, entered the barrier room.
Seeing the fading barrier stone, he bit his lower lip, and at once walked to the Guardian, Julius, and slapped his cheek.
He was so agitated that he couldnât see anything else.
âJulius! You dare accuse me!?â
Julius lowered his head as he ran his tongue across his fishy, bloody lips. Seeing this, Iris became more enraged and threw a fit.
âWho are you trying to frame? I am a Saint. The child of the great Solar!â
âYou will pay a great price for accusing me! Arenât you afraid of God?â
Iris had sparsely messy hair, the one you have after immediately getting out of bed, showing how he ran over as soon as he opened his eyes.
His priestly clothes were wrinkled like rags because they were hurriedly donned, and greasy was clearly seen in his unwashed face.
Pope Ivasiv stood dumbfounded and watched the whole scene.
âGuardian! You rascals!â
Iris threw insults at every guardian that was in the barrier room and even to those who were not, his whole body trembled and shook as he couldnât overcome his fury.
The complaints and anger that had accumulated over the years had finally exploded.
âJulius! You are a sinner who is called the First Guardian! You really donât know why the barrier stone is blurry?!â
âItâs because things like you are nominated Guardians! Itâs because you guys donât respect me!â
He glared at Julius with poisonous eyes and had a popped vein around his neck.
âHow come not one of the five is loyal to me! Not a single one!â
No one opened their mouths, because it was true.
The Guardians, paladins who were supposedly the closest to the Saint could not accept that Iris was a Saint and hated him.
Godâs guardians reject the Saint.
âWhat misunderstanding!â
Iris let out a sharp laugh.
âThen why did you report first to Pope Ivasiv that the barrier stone was in a bad condition?â
âYou should report to me first!â
Iris didnât even pretend to listen to Juliusâ apology.
âI order Guardian Julius to serve a month in the dungeon!â
Ivasiv, who had been stunned, finally came to his senses and moved.
âFirst of all, how about calming down? Julius is also bewildered by all of thisâŠâ
âPope! You stay still!â
Ivasivâs eyes widened at the Saintâs viciousness.
Is this man truly the Saint, the pillar of the Western Continent?
As his legs lost strength and staggered, a knight waiting nearby quickly supported the Pope.
âTake Guardian Julius away!â
Iris ordered the Luminasol Knights with a terrifying force.
The knights directly under the Saintâs eyes could not move hastily. It was understandable.
Because Julius was none other than the Commander of the Luminasol Knights.
The popeâs face was now bright yellow in this absurd situation.
âWhat are you looking at! Do you guys dare ignore me too!â
A bewildered Knight clung to Julius and pulled him out of the room.
Iris, who had been shouting for a while, stared at the barrier stone, and then immediately looked at the Pope with sour eyes.
âI will solve this problem, Ivasiv! In the first place, this is a thing that depends on the power of a Saint!â
âItâs not a thing, itâs a SacredâŠâ
When the pope tried to correct his words, Iris pointed a finger at the pope and warned him.
âDonât retort at my words!â
âGo back! Right now!â
Ivasiv, who stood as if he had been hit in the head, moved only after being further criticized by Iris.
The pope walked down the aisle like a man without a soul. It all happened so quickly that he couldnât think properly.
However, as he walked down the quiet and white corridors of the hall, he gradually began to have thoughts.
The influence of the saint on the entire Western Continent, as well as the Holy Land, was enormous. It stopped the monsters from ravaging everything in their way and plunging every country and city into chaos, so even if the Pope tries to talk it was pointless.
âThe barrier of the western continent is maintained by the power of the Saint. If Saint Iris is real, why is the barrier so unstableâŠ.â
Recalling Juliusâ words, the pope swallowed dry saliva.
âIf the Saint was a fake, there was no way that the number of monsters could be maintained until now.â
Of course, their numbers have grown, but so far itâs been fine.
âBut the fact that the barrier is blurring is evidence that cannot be ignored, so what should we do about it? Iâve never heard of Solarâs love for the Saint waning in the middleâŠâ
The answer was one of two.
Either the Saint was a fake from the beginning, or the power of the great western god, Solar, has weakened.
Since the latter was a premise that one dared not imagine, the thought naturally leaned towards the former.
It was a very unacceptable assumption for the Pope. But he had nowhere else to retreat.
Didnât I see in person the light of the barrier stone going out today?
Even Irisâs appearance wasâŠ
âThat man is not a Saint.â