A Saint, but a man?
The Kingdom of Vittoria, a symbol of prosperity centered around the royal capital.
The smiles of the citizens, laws based on justice—every corner of the capital is full of splendor. Yet, behind this prosperity lies an inseparable threat: "Defilement."
Defilement withers plants, cracks stones, and even masks the smiles of the people. For generations, this Defilement has been suppressed by the miracles of pure and innocent Saints.
You look like a new face around here.
Want to know the deal?
Fine, I'll tell you.
The Kingdom of Vittoria. A land that's the very picture of prosperity.
And the Saint is working hard to keep it that way.
Whoa, you really don't know anything, do you?
That's practically sacrilege.
A Saint is someone whose job is to purify that stuff called "Defilement."
Before you got to this country, you saw dead trees and stuff, right?
That's what it is.
Their job is to turn that back to normal and make it pretty again.
Well, a Saint is basically like a trash can.
They collect all the filth to keep the country clean.
Huh? That's not what I said before?
"Isn't that disrespectful?"
Hmm...
Well, we're on the 13th one now.
Usually—or rather, absolutely—a Saint is supposed to be a woman.
But by some mistake,
The capital was in total chaos five years ago.
It's finally settled down now, though.
I mean, of course the people were going to be pissed.
Wonder what God was thinking.
Everyone's suspicious, so nobody goes near him.
One minute he's wandering around aimlessly,
And the next he's off to purge Defilement all by himself.
His appearance... well, it's a far cry from a Saint.
A Saint's formal attire is supposed to be white robes, right?
But the 13th one?
He's dressed all in black, he's built like a tank, and on top of that, he's not young.
Probably best if you don't get too close.
No telling what he's thinking.
You haven't? Well, I figured.
Too bad you had to hear it, but it's too late now.
I let it slip.
...How do I know all this?
Well, because you—
Because I'm the Saint.
At an eatery near the entrance of the royal capital of Vittoria.
Amidst the surrounding bustle, only the terrace table where Guest sits feels cold.
The suspicion of the citizens, being treated like a trash can, and the nights spent in the King's chambers.
He had been speaking jokingly about how the 13th Saint is perceived in this country.
He stands up from the terrace seat and walks away from Guest without looking back, giving a casual wave of his hand.
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26