A young male priest in his 30s, Radin, who was a member of the Unryeong Church.

He was actually a combat priest with a wealth of experience in subjugation, and he had an excellent ability to detect evil.

Originally active as a dungeon crawler and exorcist, he had come down to his hometown in the mountains during his sabbatical year.

It had been half a year since he established a pioneer church in his hometown, hoping to increase the influence of the Unryeong Church.

On weekdays when there were no services, all Radin did was enjoy the quiet atmosphere and copy the Bible. But today, for some reason, someone knocked ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) on the church door.

The man, who had come in the face of the heavy snow, had his eyes downcast.

He exuded a sense of sadness, and it was obvious that there was a story behind his appearance.

‘What brings an outsider here... ... Wait, this guy?!’

The man’s appearance under the hood was unusual.

Silver hair that sparkled with pure color, eyes that seemed to be carved with a piece of the clear and transparent sea, a handsome face that seemed to break the wall of taste and shoot the heart.

Such a handsome man who was like a masterpiece of artisanship was not common on the Serentura continent.

‘Ah, no matter how I look at him, he is the owner of the Holy Sword! What business does such an amazing person have in our church?’

Was it because the surprised priest Radin was staring at him so intently? The handsome man with silver hair avoided his gaze and pulled his hood even tighter.

I wondered if that would hide his good looks, but he seemed to want to remain anonymous, so I matched the rhythm.

“Ahem. Why did you come all this way in this bad weather, brother whose name I don’t know?”

“I would like to go to confession, priest.”

“Go, go to confession... go to confession?”

“Yes.”

A situation where a cardinal asks a lay priest to conduct confession. However, Radin was more confused than burdened.

‘Confession? With that face that looked like an incarnation of an angel?’

Was he perhaps trying to atone for the sins of the world by shouldering them?

It was a pointless thought, but looking at that holy face, I truly fell into agony.

“Priest?”

“Gasp! Oh, yes! Oh, I understand. Come in, brother.”

Pretend not to know, pretend not to know.

Priests had a duty to keep the personal information of their followers a secret.

Radin guided the owner of the Holy Sword to the confessional while repeating his sense of mission.

A small, secret room made of wood. They each sat on their chairs after separating the space where they were with a partition that showed their silhouettes. The ceremony began.

“Confess your sins, brother.”

To be honest, I was a little curious. What kind of sins would the owner of the Holy Sword commit in his life? At best, it would be a minor deviation from the standards of a model student.

As expected, the confession that the owner of the Holy Sword uttered with difficulty touched the heart of Priest Radin.

“I committed a great sin. In my head.”

Feeling guilty just thinking about it and coming to confession! This is the level that must be reached to become the owner of the Holy Sword.

Swallowing back emotion, Priest Radin consoled the wandering lamb like a pastor should.

“Thoughts become words, and words become actions. If you confess everything to the Spirit of the Word and ask for forgiveness, the sins in your head will be washed away and your heart will be at peace.”

“Will the Spirit of the Word forgive me......?”

“Of course. The merciful Spirit of the Word loves you, my brother.”

“Yes.......”

“Come on, come on, talk comfortably. You can confess things you haven’t told your family, your friends, or your wife.”

“You mean things you haven’t told your wife......?”

“Yes! Anyway, only you, me, and the spirit of the word will know what I said here!”

A moment passed. After hesitating, the handsome silhouette reflected on the partition moved his lips.

“Then, I, a worthless sinner, will confess my sins.”

“Yes, brother.”

“For a moment, I had an imagination of.......”

“Hmm? I’m sorry, brother. Could you say it again?”

At that moment, Priest Radin brought his face close to the partition and listened.

“I had an imagination of destroying the world.”

“.......”

What could this mean?

I decided to listen more.

“Actually, I converted from believing in ‘strict order and goodness’, but my life was really messed up when I was a member of the Order. I suffered countless betrayals and losses, and everything just got boring. So I once went down an evil path, and the devils called me a chaotic evil, and I committed a great sin that was enough to receive life imprisonment dozens of times......”

“......?”

But the more I listened, the more I couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“......If I hadn’t met my current wife, I might have become a foolish black sheep and repeated my sins. In fact, I destroyed her once, so I think I would have done better if there was a second time.”

“......?!”

Now, it’s not just that I can’t understand. My mind is starting to get confused.

“Anyway, thanks to my wife, I was barely living a good life, but she suddenly disappeared without saying a word, leaving me behind.”

At this point, Father Radin came to his senses. He could understand this statement, and it was important.

If the wife of the owner of the Holy Sword is not the Pope of the Unryeonggyo, Aylet Rodelin!

“Huh? Wait a minute. Your... no, did your wife run away? Did you have a fight with your spouse?”

“I think it’s absolutely not true based on the circumstances.......”

“Sometimes, the perspective of an experienced third party can be more objective than the person involved. Could you tell me what the circumstances were?”

“At that time, she was lying on the table and hugging me.”

“Why was she lying on the table....... Ah! I, I see! I think you’re right, brother! You like gold thread.”

“Thank you.”

Tesilid briefly brought back the topic that had been off topic.

“My wife said she received a revelation from God right before she disappeared. Because of that, I keep...... remembering the times when the Order God took away something precious over and over again, and it bothers me. Even though I know in my head that the Spirit of Order is not that kind of god...... I am such a weak human being that it is hard to control the anxiety in my heart.”

“That......is so, brother. So the destruction of the world?”

“Yes.”

The last answer is also quite plain.

The owner of the Holy Sword continued to confess.

“I had a...... wrong thought that if I took the world hostage, God would have no choice but to send her back. The priest said that thoughts become words and words become actions. Now that I have spoken my thoughts, I am worried that I will try to realize all of this through action. I ask for forgiveness for my impertinence, irreverence, and impurity.”

“.......”

A serious and calm voice without even a hint of joke. At this, Father Radin also became serious.

The owner of the Holy Sword is an Aura Master. He is a strong man who has even single-handedly defeated the Demon King Avicinis, the number one ranking demon king in the Demon World. If he put his mind to it, wouldn’t the world really be a mess?

‘Eh, eh. What the hell am I thinking right now... ... .’

At that moment, when he was trying so hard to shake off his anxiety.

“......!”

His excellent senses, who specialized in exorcism, responded. A shadow that seemed to spread out from beyond the partition and cover the entire world, a huge illusion. It overwhelmed Priest Radin.

“Hip!”

“......Are you okay, Priest?”

The owner of the Holy Sword approached him after removing the partition and looked at him worriedly.

Until this moment, Priest Radin was still hallucinating. He couldn’t figure out why a decadent man with long black hair was overlapping the holy young man with silver hair.

One thing was certain.

He had to comfort and appease the owner of the Holy Sword right away! To do that, it seemed like he needed more psychological counseling than confession.

“Tongue, Brother!”

Priest Radin grabbed the hand of the owner of the Holy Sword.

“Priest?”

“Everyone commits sins in their heads. However, you must control your heads and restrain your words and actions to protect yourself.”

“Protect yourself.......”

That’s right. That seems to be the only way to protect the world.

“Yes, yes. Isn’t it the current state of your brother that your wife loves? You don’t want to lose her love, do you?”

“Of course.”

“Then you must wake up and protect yourself as you are now! And your wife will definitely return with the protection of the Spirit of the Word. Even the longing wait is a moment of love and an experience, so savor it.”

“Ah....... I see....... Those are good words.”

“As a priest of the Spirit of the Word, that’s basic. Oh, right, I’d like to do some housework for atonement.”

“Yes.”

Fortunately, the owner of the Holy Sword seemed to be the type to listen to the advice of those with good intentions.

“Thank you, priest. I will wait faithfully.”

“That’s a good resolution. Then, may the care of the Spirit of the Word be with you, brother.”

Unlike when he first entered the church, the handsome man left the confessional, feeling at peace and at peace.

Looking at his back, Priest Radin felt a sense of pride, as if he had saved the world.

In fact, this was a legitimate feeling.

Meanwhile, Tesilid, who had come out of the church building, stopped adjusting his hood and looked up at the sky.

“Ah.”

A white breath and an exclamation escaped from his perfectly curved lips.

He suddenly seemed to have remembered something and put one hand into the subspace.

What he held in his hand was a notebook. Is this a reward for my promise to live a good life?

Finally, a message from her that I had been waiting for has arrived.

- You were surprised when I disappeared without an explanation? I’m sorry. I’m currently climbing the Tower of Trials on a mission from Unryungnim. It has 300 floors and you have to defeat a boss on each floor. I’ve climbed it once before. It took me 7 years that time, but I’ll conquer it in 4 days and return with the power of love.

So don’t worry, and don’t skip meals when I’m not here. Just live well like usual and wait for me. I’ll write letters often. I love you.

The last words were like magic. He regained his composure as if it were a lie.

He hummed, his lips touching her writing.

“Yeah. I’ll wait.”

The snowfall had already gotten much lighter.

Amidst the fractal crystals falling from the sky, he smiled as if even waiting was happiness.