They say the saint was a loose cannon.

You couldn't tell him what to do, nor could you expect anything out of him.

Once, a minister braved himself out to remind the saint to be present at the king's, his own son, crowning ceremony per the kingdom law. That minister disappeared the next day, never to be heard again...

As mysterious and horrifying as that might be, it also served as a clear message to the rest of them, who were hatching any foolish designs, thinking they could control the saint.

Don't mess with him. Leave the man alone, and he might leave you be...

That's why nobody was saying shit when the man waltzed in with a firm and unfazed gait whilst wearing his trademark silk robe as if the venue was his damn bedroom.

Tied long white hair, tall, lean, and muscular build that held on strong against the onslaught of time. Emerald pair of eyes that shone brightly under the luminous chandelier.

And a familiar face with that familiar deadpan expression.

I knew him.

How could I forget him?

That night, a year ago, I suffered complete and utter defeat under his hands. That long and huge scar on his body served as proof of my defeat and a symbol of his mercy.

Pierce Demeria Boreas. The living saint of Boreas kingdom.

The man who spared my life...

'What is he doing here...'

Not a soul moved. Not a peep could be heard.

It was like everyone there were these weak, insignificant creatures, standing in the presence of a predator, playing dead while wishing for him to go on his way.

'Father and the others are on the opposite side, so they're fine...Trodin...Take Margareth and run if things go south. Don't look back and go as fast as you can to the plaza and meet up with the others.' I sent to Trodin. He nodded resolutely.

'Good...' I took a deep breath, settling down my raging nerves.

"Hm..." Hummed the old saint, stopping in his tracks.

He then turned, searching the crowd.

I felt my spine tingling at that very moment when our eyes met.

"M-Mighty Saint! Why have you come here?" Stuttering, unlike his earlier bearings, the king ran down from his throne and met the old man, visibly agitated.

"Shut up, and go away." Returned the saint short, ignoring the man with the golden crown as though the latter was nothing but a pest.

He then traced his steps anew after splendidly humiliating the king in front of hundreds of people.

Soon before long, his feet had brought himself in front of Helena and me.

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"I checked just in case...Hm...I don't get to wait for long...Good..." Muttered him.

To others, it might seem like the saint was uttering nothing but gibberish. But his message to me was clear as a day.

'I'm not here...Urgh! I'm...not here...to fight!' Trying to send a message to him was like trying to force my hand inside a small hole.

"Interesting..." A tinge of amusement flashed in his gaze, replacing that stubborn boredom.

"R-Royal Saint...May you live long and Light be with you..." Praised Helena, trembling from the sheer pressure as she put herself between me and the saint. Even in that state, she was trying to protect me, staying true to the promise she once made...

I gripped her hand and squeezed it, hoping it would lessen her fear for at least a bit.

"Saint Pierce, it's an honor to meet you."

"Pierce."

Intercepted Father and Grandfather, shielding the two of us before the saint.

"Rygor? Hmm...You're getting stronger...and weaker...Disappointing..." The saint spoke again, still with a broken sentence and confusing context.

"Why are you here, Pierce?" Shot Grandfather, ignoring the earlier remarks.

The saint then threw a casual glance at me, already losing interest in answering Grandfather's query.

"Do it again...It'll be easier this time..." He voiced.

'...What do you want? I told you I'm not here to fight...' I fixed my gaze on him.

"You don't want to...? Then do I have to keep waiting...?" He spoke slowly and with a tinge of sadness laced in his words.

'You'll get your fight, saint. But not now.' I put some pressure and sealed the promise.

I didn't know when just yet, but he would get what he craved...That, I would guarantee.

"Pity..." Expressed the Saint.

Out of the blue, his domain surged out of him, pushing both Father and Grandfather away.

Only Helena and I remained there in front of him.

I put some strength into my hand and yanked Helena hard. Maybe it was due to her ongoing shock, but she offered no resistance whatsoever, making my job easier, and I was able to pull her away with one pull despite being in a wheelchair.

I openly glared at the old man, ready to rumble it out the minute he so much tried to move a muscle.

The only reason I didn't take this as a sign of aggression was because he intentionally kept his domain small so as not to reach the two of us, and we suffered no harm even in his domain.

But I also know the man in front of us has many screws loose in his brain. Who was to say he wouldn't turn batshit crazy if things didn't go the way he liked them to be?

I certainly wouldn't risk it, especially with Helena in there with me.

If he tried anything, and I meant anything...he would learn firsthand what I would do to him when I lost my freaking mind...

"Alex...?" Huffed Helena dazedly, sitting on my lap.

"Calm down, and don't move," I whispered softly, not taking my eyes off the man before us.

"But-" She tried to argue back but didn't get the chance to.

"Are you...my own?" Questioned the saint, cutting off Helena.

She gulped a mouthful of dry air, trying not to choke herself silly.

"Yes...Royal Saint. I am Helena Demeria Boreas. The fifth daughter of King Voressa Demeria Boreas. Your Granddaughter..." Finished Helena in one breath, still trembling weakly.

"Hm..." Hummed the man once again before delving back into silence.

His eyes darted between the stiff Helena and me.

And when he was finally done with whatever he was doing, he turned toward Grandfather.

"Rygor...Magnificent..."

Could anybody guess what it was about? I sure as heck couldn't, for the love of me.

'Wait...Why a conquest out of nowhere?'

I had to ask him. I'd be a fool not to use the chance.

"...Above the mountain's peak lies the sky...Let's see it together...Come sooner...Waiting is boring..." Declared the saint with his back facing us as he made his exit, relaxed as he was when he first entered.