—Hehe. It seems I caused you unnecessary concern.
Those were the first words spoken by the softly laughing boy.
The news had reached me through a communication orb. Multicolored light projected the image of a certain person before me.
A man with hair that seemed spun from silver thread and striking sky-blue eyes reminiscent of the open heavens. Judging by appearance alone, he looked to be somewhere in his mid-to-late teens. Along with his smooth skin, there was an air of dignity about him that naturally exuded benevolence.
Noble to the point of sanctity.
Just as one could not stare directly into the sun with the naked eye, an ordinary person would instinctively lower their head in needless shame the moment they saw this boy. Purity so immaculate that it would not tolerate even a speck of dust was, in itself, terrifying.
And so the name bestowed upon him by all people was the “Saint.”
This seemingly harmless man was, in truth, the strongest martial artist on earth.
—This is Holy City Siendel, after all. They say that the stronger the light, the darker the shadow, but darkness cannot freely roam beneath the sun…. They were insufficient opponents…