Became a Villain in Romance Fantasy

30- The saint vs the disaster

“…What?”

“Oops… Looking at it again. It’s not garbage, isn’t it a child?”

For Lucia, comments about her height and age have always been taboo.

Height was her only flaw as a saint.

I’m sure some people took it as a compliment.

Most people who saw Lucia for the first time thought of her as a student who hadn’t even entered her academy since she was over 20 years old.

Since she called such Lucia a child, it was obvious how the saintess with her fiery personality would turn out.

Kikiiik-.

The balance that Lucia was holding, which depended on the weight of her sins, began to tilt in a different way than usual. She was in a state of acknowledging the other person as a unilateral sinner.

Basically, the weight of the sin was an armed weapon that used holy power and was classified as a holy weapon. It meant that black magic and demons could be used without any risk.

She must have been so angry that she could see her hands trembling as she held her staff.

“I declare under the name of the goddess lost.”

As if she would not leave behind the necromancer who uses her necromancer, a level of divine power that even ordinary people could feel burst out from Lucia’s body.

“Lucia, the 11th Saint, from now on I will punish the wicked who do not respect life.”

The golden word has turned into a barrier. Above it, dozens of light windows were being made as if flying at any moment.

However,

Cecile still had an arrogant expression on her face as if there was no problem. The eyes marked with the stigma of disaster stared at Lucia without focus.

She sighed with a hahahaha, and Cecil pointed her finger at Lucia.

“Everyone, rip that damn b*tch to death.”

At the same time as Cecil said, about 10 shadow soldiers rushed towards Lucia, led by Cael.

Kael possessed the ability of a high-level strongman, and the rest of the soldiers were all equal to most knights.

The moment she tried to stop Cecil, Lucia rather jumped in front of her.

The soldiers attacked fiercely, but all were blocked by the barrier and bounced off.

“Are you looking down on the saintess for the subject of corpses?”

The spears of light descended and went down, boasting a speed that even I could not avoid.

Except for Kael, who was deflected by the sword, the rest of the soldiers disappeared after being pierced by the spear.

“Die.”

The weight of her sins wielded by Lucia’s body, strengthened by her divine power, was directed at Cecil’s head. Instead of dodging or defending herself, Cecile raised her hand to Lucia’s face and pushed her.

“Caught.”

Cecile’s voice rang low, and the small flame in her hand began to flicker. It was too dark a color to be considered a flame.

There was something Lucia was overlooking. Cecil had overwhelming talent in her necromantic arts, but she did not know how to use other magics.

A flame burning black, headed for Lucia’s face.

**

‘That woman is annoying.’

I was displeased from the first impression. Black magic that is the exact opposite of divine power. She was a woman who used necromantic arts, and she could be considered the highest among them.

Because he offended his best friend Angelica there. Even if she was a saint with a good character, she couldn’t be seen as good.

Even if it was her fake, resurrecting a former warrior as an immortal slave also played a part.

Even though it was an accidental act, it was an opponent who would have to see the end someday.

It’s just that it wasn’t now.

Even Lucia knew that it was her own fault for fighting her.

‘You come to me looking for help and then you start fighting. It’s a saintess disqualification.’

The current Lucia was officially dispatched from the Holy Land, and came with the intention of asking Laplace for help.

A sanctuary that opens once every 90 years.

Stories were circulating in the Holy Land that the sanctuary had to be attacked in order to prepare for the upcoming war.

Only two people can enter the sanctuary.

A qualified saint and a knight who did not use divine power.

The strongest person without using divine power.

The escort Lucia chose was Laplace.

‘So I tried to go in the best possible way.’

Since Lucia had lived her entire life as a noble saint, she couldn’t stand it when she saw the strange atmosphere between men and women.

Giying-.

As her holy power gathered on Lucia’s right arm that had been swept away, her wounds began to heal.

Lucia, who had been compensated for the weight of her sins, had a win rate close to 100% when it came to her black magic and demons.

Even so, the reason why she couldn’t easily defeat Cecil was due to the influence of the black knight, Kael.

‘Originally, something that was useless is going away after death.’

Since Kael broke the barrier using her divine power like a sheet of glass, Lucia was unable to directly harm Cecil.

In comparison, Cecile was different. She blocked Lucia’s movements and her spear of light, led by Kael and her shadow soldiers, and she used several magics to land effective hits.

Even if she had healing using divine power, she couldn’t continue to use it.

‘If so, I’d rather.’

Lucia decided that it was better for her to unleash a huge attack than to save her holy power. She anchored her staff, which she had been holding, into the ground.

As the saying goes, ‘In the third year of Seodang, she recites the wind and moon’, Lucia, who has already fought several battles on the front line, was close to a professional in her battles.

She gathered the holy spears she had been shooting at random until now into one place. He destroyed the knight in front of him and prepared a blow to pierce the enemy’s heart.

**

“Young, lord…Shouldn’t it be stopped?”

Alice grabbed me by the collar and looked up at me with her pitiful eyes.

Obviously, it was instantaneous, but a divinity burst out that made it difficult to even breathe.

However, what was in Lucia’s hand was a longbow twice as tall as her height, and an arrowhead that was too ugly in comparison.

Only one arrow.

However, she couldn’t fathom the power of that one shot.

‘Still, I’m glad I came out.’

If she kept fighting inside, she would have to rebuild the castle.

“Ha… Hoo.”

Lucia breathed in and out.

And preparations to follow.

I spread my legs shoulder-width apart and oriented my body horizontally along an oblique line.

The bow was tilted at a 45 degree angle. Lucia’s fingers pulled the bowstring tight.

As if Cecil would not give up on him, she took out a large amount of shadows despite it being broad daylight.

I saw things that looked like I wondered if I should call them soldiers.

‘Just sleep.’

It was a little overdone, but it was simply a huge castle. It was an ordinary castle with no protection from dragon magic and no barriers set by the saintess.

But what if that fits?

Without thinking, I ran to the saintess and struck her on the head.

“Work… Kyaaak!”

It seemed to overlap with the image of destroying Wakenburg, the city of entertainment, so my hand went out without my knowledge.

As I watched the saintess collapse helplessly, I felt like I was f*cked.

“Young, lord… Can’t it?”

I put my finger to her nose and luckily she was breathing. It didn’t seem dead.

“Master, shall I kill you?”

Cecile’s shadow, which had slowly walked, ran amok and tried to eat Lucia, but my hand stopped it.

“Enough with that.”

I predicted how much the saintess who woke up would give a damn.

Um.

f*ck.

**

“You’re really out of your mind? How do you take a girl like that with you? So Anje isn’t upset!”

I took the saintess who came to her senses and entered her office. Then, as if this was an opportunity, she poured out her words.

“Really, the taste of a nobleman of the empire is unique… Do men like big breasts…?”

Compared to Cecil and Angelica, he was smaller than Alice, so the way he muttered something as he held his heart filled with pity for him looked pitiful.

“So, what did you come all the way here for?”

Although she sometimes looks stupid when you see her actions, she is a saintess who represents the Holy Land.

It was not a place where you could come to play just because you were bored like Angelica.

“…Have you ever heard of the Sanctuary?”

‘Sanctuary.’

A dungeon that lies dormant beneath the Holy Kingdom, opened every 90 years. Some say it was made by demons who were defeated by the gods, others said that the gods who became mortal were asleep, or that it was an ancient civilization.

‘It’s just a burning event.’

In reality, it was a honeydew dungeon for upgrading Angelica and the saintess’ stats.

“What do you mean by that?”

There may be a bit of a struggle, but with Angelica and the saint, it was enough.

“All right, I’ll appoint you as a Temporary Paladin. Follow me on my quest to conquer the Sanctuary!”

The accident couldn’t keep up with the figure of getting up from the seat and pointing.

‘T, I’m giving you special permission.’ Seeing him turn his head while saying that, he read more.

‘Life.’