The Saintess Is Broken (10)

Time passed.

A great deal of it.

Though I couldn't really feel it, I sensed the passage of time vaguely when I saw Azazel's swelling belly.

How long had it been?

I don't know.

Since that day, Azazel had stopped speaking.

The shock had left her mute.

I was able to restore her lost leg and arm, as well as the hollow in her chest, with my divine power. But there was nothing I could do about her eye; the monster's demonic energy had completely consumed it.

Azazel would have to live with a semi-permanent disability.

I cried...