He seemed to be protected by the Maiden's phantom.
At this moment, Assath appeared sacred in Isabelle's eyes... the kind of holiness possessed by a devout believer rarely seen even in the City of Freedom.
How devout did one have to be to summon the phantom of the Saint of Freedom?
She silently watched Assath as he was now. There was not the slightest joy in her heart, only endless humiliation.
The Saint's Repentance Chant... This kind of repentance chant was the deepest pain of the Saint Family.
Because this was the repentance the Saint had been induced to make in prison before becoming a Saint!
"Assath, have you forgotten how she died?" Isabelle shrieked desperately. "You don't deserve Saint's Radiance! You don't!"
But her voice could not reach him.
At this moment, Assath could not hear any sound. Still under the protection of the Maiden's phantom, he remained in a strange state, one resembling deification.
He opened his eyes, and his gaze was exactly the same as the Maiden's.
The Maiden's phantom had a compassionate gaze, and so did he. Her gaze was full of loving pity, and his seemed to love everything as well.
It seemed capable of converting everything.
Cain was closest to Assath. He had even tried to destroy the radiance released during Assath's repentance, yet he had failed.
At this moment, when Cain met Assath's gaze, he felt something indescribable. His heart grew heavy, and his mind was gradually being tormented.
All his sins seemed to become thorns, wrapping around his entire body... His powerful body, which even Mithril weapons could not injure, was now pierced until it bled by the thorns of sin.
I am guilty!
Cain looked at his hands as they trembled. He looked at the earth, which seemed to be paved