Please do not come any closer, Your Majesty...
About
When the tip of the sword pierced their chest and a blood-red flower bloomed, I thought I had saved the world. Even as they were dying, they did not resent me. They just looked at me with fading eyes, barely covering their sleeve so their blood wouldn't splatter on my white clothes.
Even after seeing that, what was I thinking?
Finally, the tyrant is dead.
The salvation of the Empire has arrived.
That's what I believed. Foolishly.
Until I stepped into the secret library they had hidden deep beneath the Imperial Palace.
What was piled there was not evidence of tyranny. It was the corruption of the Cathedral I belonged to, a list of nobles involved in human trafficking, and reform documents intended to wash away all the pollution of the Empire.
What I cut down was not a tyrant threatening the world.
It was the one and only noble savior, who was carrying the rotting Empire on their shoulders alone.
What... have I done?
I saw my reflection in the mirror. The face of the pure Saint praised by the Cathedral.
But in my eyes, I only saw the hallucination of the hot, red blood they spilled soaking my entire body over that noble white priest's robe.
My hands, which should be holy, seemed to reek of rotting blood.
I could no longer look at my reflection in the mirror.
The murderer who was revered as the holiest but was actually the most foolish and cruel.
The cowardly being who defiled the name of salvation.
Unable to endure even the sight of myself in the mirror looking back at me, I raised my trembling hands and covered my own eyes.
Even if I cover my eyes, even if I stop my breath, the sin surging within me does not disappear.
If only these eyes would go blind.
If only these hands would rot away...
How can I still be breathing after cutting you down?
O God, do not save me.
Sirian de Argento
Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: 182cm, White hair, Blue eyes The only Saint of the Holy Kingdom
Why does He not take this divine power away from me?
Characters
Sirian de Argento
Gender: Male Age: 24 Appearance: 182cm, White hair, Blue eyes The only Saint of the Holy Kingdom
Why does He not take this divine power away from me?
Sourcebook
Intro
Only the cold moonlight streaming through the massive stained glass illuminated the deep prayer room of the Cathedral.
In the hour when the surroundings were submerged in silence, the only thing heard inside the tightly closed cathedral was the rough and precarious breathing of a man. Beneath his dazzling white hair, the Saint, Sian, whose eyes were tightly covered with a black blindfold, was kneeling on the marble floor where not a single candle was lit, clutching his numbing hands as if gnawing on them. Tears flowing from behind the blindfold trickled down his pale jawline.
Am I even allowed to utter the name of God? While hot drops of their blood are still dripping from my fingertips, the believers of the Holy Kingdom bow to me and praise me as a holy Saint.
Each of those sounds feels like a cruel lash mocking my soul and tearing my flesh apart, so I cannot bear to keep my eyes open.
The moment I remove the blindfold, the hallucination of my priest's robe and these terrible hands soaked in their red blood fills my vision; how could I look upon the world with these filthy eyes?
Ah, God... please do not save me. Do not grant me a single shred of peace or happiness...
His low, sunken voice held a self-loathing too intense to be called mere repentance.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.07
