I've Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well-Chapter 133

He was extraordinarily talented and eloquent.

The title of "true hero" bestowed upon him by the Saint only further solidified his perfection.

He thought of himself as flawless. The party he had carefully assembled was ideal in every way.

And thanks to this, the hero’s party managed to overcome grueling battles and defeat the Demon King.

All that remained was to build his utopia, shaped entirely by his desires.

But there was one thing—just one piece—that he could never obtain.

The heart of the Saint.

The hero had failed to discern her desires.

No matter how many tricks or schemes he used, she refused to give him her heart or her love.

She remained ever pure.

Eternally beautiful.

And one day, she disappeared.

As if she had never existed in the first place.

The hero was left to ponder. With the Saint gone, he was no longer the "true hero." The people might still call him a hero, but to him, it was meaningless. Without her, he couldn’t complete his ideal future, couldn’t satisfy his deepest desire.

Unfulfilled longing. Endless deficiency. A thirst that could not be quenched.

Faced with this void, the hero’s choice was simple.

If he couldn’t create the perfect future as a hero, then why not become the Demon King instead? He’d create a new masterpiece, a new vision of perfection.

The hero’s lips twisted into a sinister smile.

“I wanted to claim that purity completely.”

The Demon King let out a deranged laugh.

“And then, you ran away! Huh? Do you know how hard it was to find you?”

He drew his sword.

“Don’t you think a naughty child who runs off without permission deserves punishment?”

His tone was gentle, as if scolding a misbehaving child.

But his words were those of someone asserting ownership.

If a pet broke its leash and ran away, wasn’t it only natural for the owner to retrieve it?

The sharp blade gleamed, reflecting his eyes, which were brimming with desire.

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Si-Hyun let out a faint, incredulous laugh.

What? Who was trying to claim someone’s purity? Punish a “naughty child”?

That same distorted sense of ownership. Unchanged.

Seriously, these self-absorbed types…

Even after all this time, nothing had changed. No, it had gotten worse.

Si-Hyun raised her hand casually.

“Enough with the nonsense—it’s almost art.”

Snap!

With a flick of her fingers, as if deeming his words unworthy of a response, the wave of power rippling outward from her intensified.

It was a force that wrapped warmly around her allies, bolstering them.

And for her enemies, it became a ravenous beast, tearing at them with ferocity.

Her snow-white hair danced in the wind, and her expression remained serene.

“Hmm…”

The hero stared at Si-Hyun.

Si-Hyun met his gaze unflinchingly.

“Saint, it seems your new friends are rather unimpressive.”

“……”

“Hmm.”

When Si-Hyun didn’t respond, the hero smirked, a mocking chuckle escaping his lips.

“I’ll make this quick.”

With that, the battle began.

Clang!

The hero lunged at Si-Hyun, swinging his sword in a blur.

Si-Hyun calmly deflected the attack.

Around them, her allies and the hero’s party engaged their counterparts.

It was as if everyone instinctively knew their opponent in this mirrored battlefield.

Ji-Ah faced the spearman from the hero’s party.

Yeo Dohyung clashed with their mage.

Jason squared off against their holy knight.

The roles and skills of the two parties were almost identical. The only difference was their leaders:

Si-Hyun, a supporter.

The hero, a swordsman.

A typical supporter wouldn’t have been able to simultaneously bolster allies and fend off the hero’s relentless attacks.

But Si-Hyun was different.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

She had rolled and crawled her way to survival in this otherworld, honing herself every day.

She had even learned to enhance her body, much like a holy knight.

Boom!

Every time the hero’s greed reshaped the composition of the party, Si-Hyun filled the gaps.

No matter how efficiently she managed her time or how hard she pushed her talents, it was never enough. But she never gave up.

She discovered her strengths and pushed them to their limits.

Even when her spirit began to wear down, returning to Earth helped her recover and grow stronger.

That’s why Si-Hyun now spoke with unwavering confidence.

“Hero, we’re nothing like you, wrapped up in your arrogance.”

Even in the heat of battle, Si-Hyun kept a meticulous eye on her allies.

Unlike the hero, who saw only her and no one else, she remained fully aware of everyone’s condition.

“I trust my comrades now more than I ever trusted yours.”

This fight wasn’t just about taking lives.

The loser’s very existence and values would be completely denied and trampled upon.

Si-Hyun aimed for nothing less than a decisive victory.

“If you’ve got a problem with that, prove me wrong.”

If he wanted to deny her convictions, he’d have to back it up.

Si-Hyun smirked, taunting him.

The hero’s face hardened, and his attacks grew more ferocious.

The difference in skill during their one-on-one clash was glaringly obvious.

Swish—Slash!

A chunk of flesh was torn from Si-Hyun’s side, blood spurting out with a sickening sound.

Her expression remained blank as she healed the wound. This level of pain was nothing new.

Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!

Sparks flew with every clash of blades. The hero’s attacks were ruthless, his swordsmanship honed to near perfection.

The disparity in power was overwhelming, leaving Si-Hyun unable to block every blow unscathed.

More wounds appeared, and though she healed them, even greater injuries followed.

Yet she didn’t fall. She didn’t break. She resisted endlessly.

The hero found her defiance infuriating.

Finally, he paused his assault, taking a moment to scan the battlefield.

“……”

At first glance, it seemed even.

But upon closer inspection, the Saint’s side was clearly being pushed back.

The meaning was clear.

Even with the Saint’s buffs, her party couldn’t overpower them.

The hero’s party had spent most of their lives in war.

Their experience, their capabilities—it was an undeniable gap.

At this rate, a prolonged battle wasn’t even necessary.

And yet.

Why?

Why was the Saint still so unwaveringly pure?

The hero seethed with anger.

He couldn’t let it end like this.

She was the Saint who had vanished for half a year, tormenting him with her absence.

Endless thirst and rage consumed him.

She needed to feel despair, the same despair he’d endured. She had to return to him as his perfect possession.

The hero made his decision.

He would utterly crush her resolve.

In that instant—

Whooosh!

A dark, malevolent aura exploded around the hero, a vortex of chaos that twisted the very space around them.

It crushed Si-Hyun’s energy with a terrifying weight.

“……!”

Even Si-Hyun was momentarily taken aback.

Because this…

“You… you absorbed the Demon King’s magic stone.”

“Hehehe…”

It was the aura of the Demon King.

Si-Hyun took a deep breath, her voice calm.

“You’re really pulling out all the stops. Aren’t you embarrassed to call yourself a hero?”

“This… is all because of you.”

“Oh, come on. Blaming others now?”

Si-Hyun muttered under her breath in Korean.

But there was no time for more words.

The hero’s eyes burned as he charged at her again.

Clang!

Crunch!

A powerful strike.

Si-Hyun barely managed to parry, but she was sent skidding backward, rocks and dust scattering around her.

Her expression stiffened.

‘This is… dangerous.’

Her arms throbbed with pain.

Though she healed them quickly, if every strike was like this, the difficulty of the battle was far too high.

At this rate, she wouldn’t last—

‘No. No, that’s wrong.’

Si-Hyun shook her head forcefully.

For a moment, doubt had crept in.

But that kind of thinking was exactly what the hero wanted.

There was no way she’d give in.

Raising her head, Si-Hyun faced forward with calm determination.

For some reason, the hero didn’t immediately follow up with another attack.

“Phew…”

Si-Hyun exhaled deeply, organizing her thoughts and analyzing the situation.

Then the hero came at her again.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

She barely managed to react. But it wasn’t perfect.

The hero’s overwhelming strength sliced deep into her shoulder, scattering crimson droplets through the air.

Si-Hyun gritted her teeth, gripping her sword tightly once more.

The hero observed her silently, his gaze cold.

“Just give up and kneel before me.”

“……”

“That look in your eyes!”

With a guttural shout, the hero launched himself at her again.

Clang! Clang!

Slash!

Relentlessly, the hero’s blade came at Si-Hyun.

Despite the pain, she kept her mind sharp, fending off his attacks.

Dodging or deflecting wasn’t an option—the gap in power was too great.

Slash! Spurt!

More wounds opened across her body.

Her leg was slashed, her arm muscles twisted, and her bones groaned under the strain.

Even as her divine power healed her, the rate of new injuries outpaced her recovery.

Sticky blood dripped from her wounds, staining the ground beneath her.

Yet, she refused to give up.

Even as her stance faltered, she tightened her grip on her sword.

Her eyes shone with unyielding resolve.

‘I will endure… no matter what.’

Even in the direst of circumstances, she never stopped striving.

She adjusted to the amplification power she’d only recently learned, gradually making it her own.

Effort. Growth. Determination.

These were the forces that had kept her alive in this otherworld. They were her hope.

Her allies were still standing.

Though they were being pushed back, each of them was giving their all in their positions.

I trust them.

And they trust me.

I want to live up to that trust.

So I won’t break. Not now.

“……”

“Hah… Hah…”

The hero’s relentless assault suddenly paused.

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Si-Hyun barely managed to catch her breath.

Even in this moment, her mind worked tirelessly, observing the hero.

His attack patterns, his use of power, the differences between now and before—

She wasn’t just defending. She was looking for an opening to strike back.

And then, she noticed it.

“Guh…”

The faint groan that escaped the hero’s lips.

It hit her.

The hero wasn’t controlling the Demon King’s power.

He was being controlled by it.

That’s why his attacks kept faltering, why his rhythm was just slightly off.

‘…Look at this guy.’

A smirk spread across Si-Hyun’s face.

Her previously tense expression softened into one of quiet confidence.

Si-Hyun, who had trained tirelessly, pushing past her limits day after day.

And the hero, who had always taken shortcuts, relying on others’ power to grow stronger.

The past and present aligned so perfectly.

The one who had always chosen the easy path, and the one who had forged herself through endless effort.

The difference between them was stark.

‘I can’t lose to someone like this.’

Si-Hyun tightened her grip on her sword.

She was certain of victory.