Ding!
A familiar system notification sound rang out, and a translucent system window appeared before me.
I blinked in surprise at the sudden message.
"The material for the Soul-Cutting Blade?"
This was an unexpected stroke of luck.
Could I really forge the Soul-Cutting Blade myself?
It felt like the system was granting me an exclusive privilege. The more ways I had to obtain the blade, the better.
"Then does that mean Baal might also manage to find the Soul-Cutting Blade on his own?"
As soon as the question crossed my mind, another system message popped up.
<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ has confirmed that this is possible. Baal will continue searching for the Soul-Cutting Blade, and if you succeed in forging it, there will be two of them.>
"Ah."
So that’s how it was.
Both Baal and I might end up holding a Soul-Cutting Blade.
That thought alone made me uneasy.
Baal was the Demon King, after all—it wasn’t far-fetched to assume he’d succeed in finding it.
"Then what’s the second material?"
<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ says that the second material will only be revealed once you’ve obtained the first material, the ‘Thorn of Souls.’>
"Can’t you just tell me in advance...?"
I smacked my lips in mild frustration.
Regardless, I absolutely had to find the materials and forge the Soul-Cutting Blade.
There was a chance Baal wouldn’t find the blade. And even if he did, I needed a plan in case I failed to steal it from him.
I took a bite of meat, chewing thoughtfully, before turning to Prima.
"Then can you keep an eye on the Demon King? If he finds the Soul-Cutting Blade, we need to know immediately."
"Of course. I already am."
Prima grinned, his smile glinting mischievously.
I didn’t particularly like that smile, but at least it wasn’t a bad thing.
Letting Baal find the blade and then stealing it was actually a decent plan.
Since my father was with Baal, there would definitely be an opportune moment to snatch it away.
"And have you ever heard of the ‘Thorn of Souls’? Apparently, it exists in the Demon Realm."
Where exactly could I find it?
Unfortunately, this was my first time hearing about both the Thorn of Souls and the Soul-Cutting Blade.
Prima had spent far longer in the Demon Realm than I had, so maybe he knew something.
He tilted his head slightly at my question.
"Never heard of it."
"Really?"
Even Prima didn’t know...?
Where the hell was I supposed to find the Thorn of Souls?
"Seems like it’s connected to the Soul-Cutting Blade."
"..."
Sharp bastard.
I immediately decided to keep the fact that I could forge the blade a secret from him.
I couldn’t be certain he wouldn’t let something slip to Baal.
I knew Prima wouldn’t intentionally harm me, but I wasn’t about to hand over every bit of information I had.
Just then, Prima’s voice chimed in again.
"I’ll look into it. If it’s something you need, I have to find it for you."
His shining eyes curved slightly, as if he would go to any lengths to track it down.
I cleared my throat awkwardly and took a sip of water.
"I need to head back to the human realm now."
If I stayed here any longer, I’d lose my appetite.
Prima made a dramatic show of disappointment.
"You’re leaving without even getting some rest?"
"Why would I sleep here? I have a home, you know. My room at the Holy Palace is even bigger now. You saw it yourself."
"Yeah, yeah. We’ll see each other soon anyway. At least finish your meal and have some tea before you go."
"I’m just eating, then I’m leaving."
I was going to finish every last bite of this meal, eat as fast as possible, and get out of here.
I stuffed a piece of steak and some roasted potatoes into my mouth.
My cheeks nearly puffed out from the sheer volume of food.
Prima just smiled at me, watching me chew.
***
A Few Days Later
Even after becoming a saint, life at the Holy Palace hadn’t changed much.
Well, actually, one thing had changed dramatically.
The knights now treated me like an actual saint—like some divine figure to be revered.
"I am technically a saint, but... this is kind of awkward."
I had known all of these people for a while, but the way they looked at me now made my skin crawl a little.
Still, I didn’t let it show and maintained a composed front.
The knight acting the most awkwardly around me was Adrian.
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"C-Crescent. No, Crescent Nim! No, wait, should I be calling you ‘Saintess’ now? But if I call you that, does that mean I can’t say your name anymore?"
"..."
I shot him a glance.
Adrian looked flustered—almost sad.
Honestly, I didn’t care what he called me.
This was all just unnecessary.
Then, out of nowhere, Evan smacked the back of Adrian’s head.
Whack!
"!?"
Everyone nearby froze.
Myself included.
"Adrian! How dare you speak informally to the Saintess?! And calling her ‘Crescent-Nim’? Have you lost your mind?! Address her properly and with respect!"
"D-Did I speak informally? I’m so sorry! Crescent—no, Crescent-Nim! No, I mean, Saintess!"
"Saintess!"
Whack!
Evan smacked Adrian’s back even harder.
The sound was so loud that Adrian winced in pain, groaning.
I couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
"It’s fine. It doesn’t matter what you call me. You # Nоvеlight # can all just speak the way you normally do."
"That won’t do, Saintess!"
"Exactly! You are our light! Our guiding hope! If we had known earlier, we would have gotten closer to you sooner!"
This time, it was Lucas who shouted enthusiastically, his face beaming.
I just shook my head and turned away.
"Alright, I’m heading this way."
As I blinked, my vision suddenly went pitch black.
No surprise—I must have been pulled into Magi.
We had already received reports that this area had frequent Magi appearances.
The knights who had been with me must have been dragged in as well.
I turned to check—
But there was no one else.
"Huh?"
I scanned my surroundings, but I was completely alone.
"Did I get pulled in by myself?"
Or maybe I had been separated from the others upon entering the Demon Realm.
I needed to start searching.
With that thought, I began moving forward, cutting through the dense Magi.
The entire area was shrouded in a thick, dark mist, and nothing else stood out.
Who was the master of this Magi?
At this point, I almost felt a sense of anticipation whenever I encountered a new demon.
How long had I been walking?
At some point, I noticed a silhouette approaching from the opposite direction.
It was faint and hazy at first.
I stopped in my tracks and summoned my sword.
A soft white glow emanated from the distant figure.
The light, the presence... it felt familiar.
The tip of my sword slowly lowered to the ground.
Instinct told me there was no need to be wary.
Then, as the figure became fully visible—
It was someone I knew very well.
"Meteor?"
"Crescent."
His expression showed the same surprise as mine.
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