"I understand you. This world is cursed, and you, too, sought salvation. It's not your fault, but the fault of those who ruled over you. This is how the world works," Kurayami whispered softly as he held her hand, preventing her upper body from falling to the ground.
In the moments after the betrayal and the backstabbing the Saintess's impending death, a profound sense of grief washed over Kurayami. He couldn't help but reflect on the burden the Saintess had carried.
As she whispered something into his ear, her words carried the weight of her past. It became clear to him that she had once been a kind-hearted woman, filled with hope and happiness when chosen by the Holy Goddess.
However, the harsh realities of a world where the powerful puppeteered the fate of the masses had slowly eroded her optimism.
