The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 34: FALLING POWERLESS

Day 50 unconsciousness.

Heros who never wanted to return to the residence of Duke Charitas decided to ask permission on this day and went to return to the place he was supposed to call home.

His goal was only one, he immediately rushed off to meet Duke Charitas in his room without much ado.

Although Heros was not warmly welcomed and cared for, he had no problem with it. And before the ruler of this place, Heros spoke.

“Is there no faster way than to make people who have lost a lot of mana aware? Is it only [Crystal Mana] that can do it?”

Duke Charitas flipped his documents then he put down his pen and looked towards his son who was looking at him arrogantly.

“Why? Are you sick?”

“No.”

Then Duke Charitas made an expression as if saying, 'then why ask such a thing?' And take a breath.

He also knew about the incident so he no longer needed to ask about what and who this naive little boy was talking about and opened his mouth.

“Besides [Crystal Mana] the only one is [Concentrate Branch Life].”

“Where can I get it?”

“...”

Duke Charitas just silently gazed into Heros retina. The boy had never seen him like that, now that gaze had instantly changed within a short period of time. What made this child change and why in the eyes that could only bring disaster, was now shouting for hope.

A few seconds later Duke Charitas replied. “While it exists, you can't possibly get it.”

Heros immediately frowned deeply. He thought that Duke Charitas must be playing one of his silly tricks and making him look like a fool. Ever since it was like that, the person he considered father had never been a figure in the meaning itself. Heros clenched his fists tightly.

“What? Why?”

But it's not like that. Duke Charitas put down his reading glasses and took out a very dry twig that he took out of his desk drawer.

“It...”

“True. The item exists, yet it obtains it which is impossible even for me. This is an item that has been here for a long time since the days of my predecessor before me. So I don't know where he got it. But something is certain. This item is only owned by the Spirit race.”

Heros surprised. The word ‘Spirit’ can be very easily interpreted and found its meaning. However, to describe all the theories about the word, it was like billions of formulas he never knew as if trying to solve his method. No, that's an impossibility. Heros's face turned desperate.

“So..”.

“[Concentrate Branch Life] can only be obtained from the [Tree of Life] spirit race. Whereas, we humans no one knows where they are or whether they still exist today. In this long abandoned world.”

Without finding out again Heros knew, from Duke Charitas' expression, it was not all a lie to deceive him or give him a trick to play with his emotions. Duke Charitas also knew that doing that to Heros now would not be profitable. This child had lost his hope since a few days, Duke Charitas was not as cruel as he thought to play with his emotions.

Not being a father figure to him was enough to make this child lose hope.

[Concentrate Branch Life] was said to be able to recover mana in a state where one was before they lost mana. With just a drop of the essence liquid from its twig, it could help restore the body that was about to disintegrate. However, getting it is like looking for gold on the bottom of the sea.

Heros lowered his gaze. He would not be able to find the fastest way to wake Alvius up.

‘What should I do now? Saint Alvius..’.

Day 56 unconsciousness.

That night was the night where he never thought of going to this place.

Passing through a wide open window. The blowing wind exhaled and made the curtain cloth dance. He was standing right at the end of the balcony wall.

All he could see from the state of the place he entered; a scent that could create nostalgia, a slightly yellowish interior, a large bed, and some [Crystal Mana] were placed near the bed.

He looked, he saw the figure of a sleeping child with a helpless state. If you think about it, you might say he was looking at the weakest figure that ever existed in this world. He's getting close to there.

Fortunately [Crystal Mana] was done working, where the mana powder had been absorbed into that small body to recover mana. Hope he wakes up quickly.

He walked over and stood near the small leg. The figure of the child wearing the patient's white clothes was helpless. This is his chance.

“And with pride you said you wanted to make me work with you. What am I looking at this? You're completely helpless like a newborn duckling. Really poor.”

An event in which he has to fulfill his duties which the client assigns to him. The figure of this child was his target and he failed. After his failure he went and went to find out where the client was. Then he ordered all his followers to kill his clients who had only seen them as tools of mass murder.

No different from the others, so is he. He has lost a lot of things for a long time. It had been proven from the sight of her eyes that were as exhausted as she wanted to end all her life destiny right now.

But, he can't. He kept thinking about this child, he could not let go of this child's shadow from his head.

The child who says he will take all his sins with him. Just a little kid. But why does it bother him so much. He could have thought that it might be a child's joke or empty words.

No, it's not. From the beginning he knew. This brat... Not an ordinary kid.

The most frightening thing for him was where he would lose his humanity.

“What will happen if you die?” she asked. Once again he looked at the pale face of the boy. “Hey, say. If you die, will the world be destroyed? What better since the beginning of this world just destroyed.”

Man was abandoned long ago by the gods. Sending the Saint makes sense. However, was that Saint perhaps even equivalent to a god? It is hard to know that there will be hope in a world that is coming to an end. Maybe not now, but tomorrow. Whether it's the next 5 years, 10, 20, 50, 100, even 1000 years. The truth is that the world will remain destroyed.

Then he realized that this was all useless. He laughed bitterly. It was as if he was talking to a corpse. Right, he killed a lot of people and they became corpses. It's just... He was never so emotional like this.

After laughing, his eyes showed where there was only sadness and suffering.

“What a fool. It would be foolish if I let a boy shake me.” He walked sideways past the [Crystal Mana] and stood near the body of this little boy, then he lifted his dagger towards the bottom. Until the poisonous aura of his dagger grew stronger and more abundant.

“Goodbye, I hope there is no regret for having killed you.”

He has set himself. The hand holding the dagger moved towards the target.

Guggugu!!

“What's—!”

She's surprised. When his hand fell towards the target his dagger could not reach the heart of the target like his hand was just hanging in the air. No, it was as if it was prevented by something to move more.

The golden electric spark grabbed him lightly until he had to retreat backwards.

“What a bastard—!”

When he looked at his burning hand then he looked again at the body of the little boy who was currently being enveloped by a golden electric storm that was like protecting him.

At that moment, those small lightning bolts moved in the air. It became violent and like forming a strange web.

After that, something spoke to him. The nets made their own sentences like threads knitting themselves.

[‘Guardian of Charity’ warns you!]

As he looked into that sentence he couldn't help but tremble violently. Not because of that word but...

But the figure knitted by the lightning thread was staring intently at him.

[‘Guardian of Charity’ delivers threat!]

“What is going on?! Bastard, I have to—!”

When he was about to escape the window closed by itself and locked tightly. There was even a magic that kept him from getting out of this place. Magic that shuts him out of the outside world.

This danger of what he felt was not comparable to what he had experienced himself. It was as if a terrible storm was staring at him. Cold sweat washed his back.

[Skill ‘Shadow Walking Stealth (U)’ has been activated!]

He who was desperate immediately activated his skill and disappeared with the surrounding air. But...

[Your Skill is forcibly cancelled!]

“What?!”

...The skill had been cancelled at that very moment. The lightning figure was staring at him sharply and exerted mental pressure that was unmatched by anyone and overwhelmed him within a few seconds.

He could not resist a will that was not even human. Wait, is he really the will of a human being? He thought hard, it is impossible for a skill to have a mind of its own, right?

Then if the skill has no mind of its own then that's one thing for sure.

Immediately dual daggers squealed and an aura of poisonous mist gathered on both blades. If he could not use [Shadow Walking Stealth] then he could use another skill. Which is his natural talent. [Speed Up].

His leg movements became fast and he jumped between the walls of the health room like a lizard. Until the room seemed to be shaken by the movement of his legs that swung here and there around the wall.

“If it wasn't for the skill having a mind of its own. That means, asshole! You've woken up, asshole!”

Both of his daggers rushed towards the little boy's head in a style like a predatory locust.

Hush up!

“Gaaah!!”

Lightning strikes. The movement of the lightning became abnormal and now it was like it had its own thoughts and lunged at it. The light thunderstorm slowly made a big impact. Smoke came out from the skin of this man and once he lay on the floor he could only resign himself.

[‘Guardian of Charity’ says it was a waste!]

Electric sparks danced in the air before his eyes.