"Oh, Priest!"
Shade hurried over, wanting to help Priest Augustus treat his wound, but the old man frowned and shook his head.
"It's no problem."
He snorted, and a pure white glow slowly appeared in his palm. The sacred white light merely shone upon Shade's side, yet he felt as though his soul had been cleansed. The light deeply captivated him. His eyes widened as the Enlightenment accumulated from reading The Mad Light Chaser slowly gathered, though this time it was still insufficient to form a new Spirit Rune.
Within the light, Augustus's arm gradually recovered, while the dagger trembled beneath the white radiance before finally being completely suppressed.
"Looks like I'm not that old yet."
Priest Augustus murmured, removing the holy emblem from his chest and pressing it against the dagger. He prayed quietly for quite some time before finally stopping.
"Do you have a container? Something that can hold this?"
He asked Shade.
"Yes."
Shade snapped out of the vanished light's influence and reached into his pocketful of little toys. He restored the wooden box and handed it to the Priest.
The Priest pressed the holy emblem against the dagger, bound it with red thread, and carefully placed it inside the box. He then took out a piece of blue chalk and drew continuous intersecting diagonal lines across all six sides of the box. In the blank spaces between those lines, he wrote exorcism symbols commonly used by the Dawn Church.
Shade held the box while the Priest placed one hand on it, closed his eyes again, and prayed softly amid the night wind of the cemetery. Only then did he complete the entire procedure.
This truly broadened Shade's horizons. Professionals really did have their own methods.
"Priest, if this isn't a relic, then what is it? An