“Please… Please, light… Grant me strength…!”
Cecili-ah prayed and prayed earnestly.
But reality was cold and harsh.
The two unconscious knights didn’t even twitch, let alone wake up.
The light emitting from her hands was weak and dim.
Because she had consumed too much divine power in the battle just now, the purification wasn’t working properly.
“Because of my lack of virtue, such a thing…”
A crushing sense of guilt weighed on her chest.
A terrible sense of helplessness washed over her, knowing she could do nothing while precious people were dying right before her eyes.
She was called a saintess, but at heart, she was merely a young twenty-year-old girl...
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