chapter 12
chapter 12
The Saint Is a Cult Recruiter (1)
Wooooong! Woooooong!!!
Flash! Flash!
The golden light grew larger, taking on a human shape.
And finally—
When the light faded, a person stood there.
“…Damn.”
I couldn’t help but curse.
The girl before me had snow-white hair, like fresh snowfall, and blinking crimson eyes filled with something close to madness.
‘Of all times… I get the crazy one now?’
Getting her wasn’t the problem.
Her performance wasn’t lacking.
In fact, she was a top-tier unit.
If you added her to a party, survivability skyrocketed.
Her healing was overwhelming.
‘And she’s beautiful.’
Anyone seeing her for the first time would think the same.
White hair, white lashes, pale skin like paper.
A girl who made you want to kneel instinctively—
As if she would gently embrace you if you did.
[ Name: Fran (SSR) ]
[ Rank: A ]
[ Skills: <Do You Know the Way?> ]
[ Stats: Power (D) Stamina (D) Agility (D) Divine Power (S) Charm (A) ]
Her long white hair swayed in the wind.
Her crimson eyes blinked.
“Huh?”
She looked confused.
“Why am I here?”
She didn’t understand her situation.
I glanced at her divine power.
‘Yeah… she’s definitely necessary.’
Seeing it in person—
I couldn’t help but swallow.
At her age, that level of divine power was absurd.
She was dangerous just by existing.
Her skills were ridiculous too.
She herself was basically a heretic—
Yet she punished “heretics.”
‘Heretic Purge…’
A terrifying debuff.
Reduced attack, double damage taken, no healing.
A must-have unit.
So why was I annoyed?
‘Because she’s a cult saint.’
Fran looked around, confused—
Then her eyes sharpened.
Opportunity.
“Hello. You look very blessed.”
“Ah, damn it.”
“Excuse me, could I get some water? Thank you. You seem to have great ancestral blessings… though it seems they’re running out…”
“Hey!”
“Excuse me~ Do you know the Way?”
“Miss, I may not know that ‘way,’ but I know the way between men and women. Got time?”
What the hell are you doing to a minor?!
Before I could step in—
Fran folded the man like paper and dumped him in an alley.
Even with D-rank power—
Her divine buffs made her overwhelming.
SSR wasn’t a joke.
Then—
She turned to me.
“Oh my, hello.”
“….”
“Do you know the Way?”
Her divine energy pulsed.
⁂ ⁂ ⁂
Do I know the Way?
“Yeah.”
“…You do?”
“Yep.”
“How?”
“You expect me to say it for free?”
“….”
“Good words come at a price.”
She looked confused.
“Fine. I’ll buy you a drink.”
She probably thought I was from another cult.
“Let’s go to a café.”
Her gaze turned sharp.
She wanted to investigate me.
Inside—
“Chocolate latte. Extra whipped cream.”
“…That’s expensive.”
Of course she was broke.
She survived on support.
So she preached on weekends.
“Chocolate. Latte. Extra. Cream.”
“…Fine.”
She ordered the cheapest espresso.
I almost pitied her.
The drinks came.
I sipped mine—
Sweet.
“Now, what wisdom do you offer?”
She tried to act calm.
“Do you know how to get closer to God?”
“Of course. Interested? My services aren’t cheap, but blessings are guaranteed.”
“….”
It sounded ridiculous—
But her rituals actually worked.
Party-wide buffs.
Used in boss fights.
‘She’s legit. Just… misled.’
“I said getting closer to God—not rituals.”
“Rituals are the best way!”
“I don’t think so.”
She froze.
“Then what?”
“You don’t know?”
“What?! I study theology more than anyone!”
Then why follow a cult?
“Then how do you not know this?”
“Then what is it?!”
“Relic.”
“!!”
Not her cult’s relic.
A real one.
‘She doesn’t know yet.’
That relic—
Was her exclusive equipment.
Once she got it—
Her prayers would reach the real god.
Her power would skyrocket.
‘Her scenario was brutal…’
She learns the truth—
Breaks—
Attempts suicide.
You had to stop it.
Every choice mattered.
“R-rel… relic… I’ve heard of it…”
She muttered.
“See? Relic.”
“…But they’re impossible to find. Rituals are easier.”
Of course.
Her cult didn’t even have one.
“And I know where one is.”
“You… know our relic?”
You idiots don’t even have one.
“Yeah.”
She reached out her hands.
“Give it to me!”
…What?
“Why?”
“It’s ours!”
“Proof?”
“Let me see it! I’ll know if it reacts!”
Of course it would react.
She’s the real saint.
‘If I show it, she’ll go insane.’
Not yet.
No way I’m giving it to her now.