"Holy Light, do you see that enemy…"
I kneeled with one knee on the ground as I fervently prayed. However, I wasn't praying to any God.
Pure Holy Light. Light of Salvation. The Holy Light which could dispel Chaos and return anything to Order. I believed in the Holy Light, just as how I believed in Law.
Power itself had no justice. However, what power could bring was where its value would show.
Karolan, the God of Holy Light, had brought Holy Light into this world. I looked down on him as he had become nothing more than an automated divine power server with no sense of self. I viewed the Holy Church, which was blessed by this Holy Light, with hostility. However, I had never viewed the Holy Light itself with enmity.
That was because I knew why Holy Light had been born, its true meaning…
