"Believe... in myself?"
After hearing Ye Ting's words, Yrel looked even more bewildered.
"But can I really be blessed by the Holy Light? I'm so weak. I was captured and brought here without accomplishing anything, and whenever I encounter trouble, I can only ask you for help. Do I... really deserve this power?"
Looking at the helpless girl, Ye Ting smiled.
He lightly tapped her on the head. "What exactly do you think the Holy Light is? It isn't as lofty as you imagine. It is merely one of the powers that exist throughout this world, and there are five other powers on the same level as it. Nor does it require you to become a saint. If only saints could wield this power, then the path of the Holy Light would not have spread so widely throughout every corner of the universe as it has today. As for you... I have seen Yrel's kindness. It is absolutely worthy of the path of the Holy Light."
"R-Really?"
Ye Ting's words seemed like the last lifeline before the girl. She tightly grasped the man's hand and looked at him with blazing eyes.
"Do I... really deserve the Holy Light...?"
The girl's intense reaction made Ye Ting pause.
Losing the Holy Light's response had apparently dealt a far greater blow to the girl before him than he had imagined. It had even caused her to completely lose her confidence.
And now, Ye Ting's approval had become her only remaining hope.
If he shook his head now, the girl might completely give up on herself.
So he solemnly nodded.
"Of course. Even I find Yrel's kindness dazzling—despite having had a chance to escape the prison just now, you ignored your own safety in order to save more of your people. That kind of