Dragon Saintess (1)

What would happen if the deceased started breathing again during a funeral? And what if it were a genuine resurrection, not some wicked trick?

The answer was right before her eyes: a corpse with its head and limbs severed, its belly split open and even its entrails pulled out.

If the deceased had revived in that state, Zion wouldn’t have been able to offer a single excuse, even if the two of them grabbed her and beat her up.

‘At least it worked.’

The severed head and limbs had been reattached, and even the horribly slashed abdomen had returned to its original form. And more than anything...

Though faint enough to stop at any moment, she was unmistakably breathing. Of course, she hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

She was simply sleeping as if dead. They didn’t know when she’d wake up, but that alone seemed to be enough for the two of them.

[I offer you my heartfelt thanks, Saintess of the Beginning. Thanks to you, it feels as if I’ve regained the time I lost.]

[We were lucky. If her soul had departed as well, even I wouldn’t have been able to bring Ms. Irina back to life.]

[More importantly, Zion, are you all right?]...