The Sacrifice
"Magic" Saint Merlin Jack was one of the three Saints with the strongest Spiritual Power among the eight contemporary Saints. Along with "Witchcraft" Saint Konaukuwi and "Word Spirit" Saint Sophia Green, he was one of the creators of the Saint Seals.
Every Saint Seal required these three Saints to join forces and cast a spell. If it wasn't bestowed on a new member in time, it would naturally fade away within a week.
"Frost" Saint Tractor hesitated. "He... needs Spiritual Power? But we have..."
Whenever Spiritual Power came up in the Saint's Association, these three were impossible to avoid.
"Heh!"
Heracles Enzo Camillo gave a derisive laugh, its meaning unclear.
The "Strength" Saint had just been ostracized by the other Saints. Now the tables had turned, and it was these people's turn to have a headache.
"Heracles, what are you laughing at?"
After what had just happened, he had thoroughly fallen out with his former allies. Yet "Music" Saint Hameln Smith was still as reckless and thoughtless as ever.
"I'm just laughing. What's it to you? Are you going to stop people from laughing out loud now?"
Heracles was confident he could beat this guy into calling him Daddy before he even picked up his flute.
Damn bastard!
Hameln Smith's face instantly turned livid. He nearly crushed his flute in his hand.
But he caught the provocation and didn't take the bait. Forcing down his anger and ignoring Heracles's sneer, he changed the subject. "We can't drain everyone's Spiritual Power. If the person inside is evil, or has been corrupted by evil, the consequences will be unthinkable. No one knows why he fell into slumber in the first place."
"I agree. We have to keep some in reserve, no matter what."
Old Wu, a wizened old man with