[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 231

“So, what brings you here?”

“Haah, even your voice is sweet.”

*Crunch! Crunch crunch!*

Osirus glances at the skeletons rising from the ground and casually waves his hand.

*Boom!*

The gesture was light, but the result was anything but.

The skeletons that had just popped out were instantly shattered and scattered.

—Crack, crack.

“Phew—”

Osirus gives me a playful wink, as if he finds my actions cute.

Up until now, it had all ended at the Red Skeleton level, without even needing to deal with Black Skeletons.

Seeing him turn those skulls into dust with a single wave, it’s clear he’s no pushover.

“Even your actions are adorable. If you’re going to throw a tantrum like that, I can handle it.”

“Damn it.”

“Kukuku.”

“Ugh, man. If you laugh like a dog one more time, I’ll rip your mouth open. Kukuku, you damn bastard, stop messing around.”

“Kukukuku.”

That laughter is trying to break my inner calm.

I have to endure.

I am Buddha.

I have to endure.

I have to endure.

“Kukuku. How cute.”

“Oh man, damn it.”

*Fizz—!!*

Crimson sparks fly from my body.

I’ve been out of control since jumping out of the helicopter.

“Your comrades are all dead, and you’re laughing?”

Osirus, looking at the indistinguishable corpses, gives a twisted smile.

“Calling those lowly things comrades? Your jokes have gone too far.”

Even if nothing else, the owner of the head rolling over there had introduced himself as top-tier, like a grade of meat.

I don’t know their hierarchy, but one thing’s clear: even a single level difference creates an enormous gap.

“Last chance. Why are you here?”

“Kukuku.”

*Fizz—!!*

Trying to gather some intel seems like a futile idea now.

*Boom!!*

With sparks erupting from my body, I stomp the ground, accelerating so fast it feels like my body might tear apart.

**〈Super Heavy Hit〉**

My clenched fist gathers immense power.

*Kwaang!!!*

The moment I throw the punch, I realize too late that my body is flipping backward.

“…Huh?”

I see a blurry sky.

Checking my condition, I’m just buried in the ground, nothing seriously wrong.

“Saintess!”

I raise my arm toward the uniformed man trying to run toward me, and he stops.

Those cockroaches who claimed to be high-grade or top-tier couldn’t even scratch me.

But this guy is different.

My fist didn’t even touch him.

Is there something more between top-tier and noble-ranked beings that I don’t know about?

If not, the difference in level is way too drastic.

—Crack, crack.

“Phew—”

Lighting a cigarette and standing up, the shattered asphalt fragments on my clothes fall off.

“Captain Cockroach, why are you so strong?”

“Seems like you need some manners training. It’s my ability.”

*Grooo—!*

“We’re screwed. I tried to hold back, but you got him all riled up.”

Before I could even extract any info, the Crimson Knight, who had been standing like a statue, starts emitting a chilling energy.

“Insignificant creature…!”

Before Osirus can finish, the Crimson Knight swings the greatsword he had planted in the ground.

In that instant, it feels like the world is dyed red.

*Crack!*

It splits.

The ground splits, and everything on it—

The world and Russ split apart simultaneously.

“Ouch, man.”

After an extremely brief slash, Osirus disappears without a trace, and the Demon Gate, which I was struggling to close, splits in half and begins to vanish.

The problem is that not a single building behind the Demon Gate remains. They’ve all disappeared.

“Are you mad?”

I tap Crimson Knight’s leg, and he turns his head to meet my eyes.

Whoooa─

Crimson Knight, so massive it’s hard to even describe, bends down and reaches out his hand.

He slowly runs his fingers over my face, examining me here and there for a while, then straightens up, seemingly satisfied.

Looks like he was checking if I was hurt.

“Thank y—ugh.”

Belatedly, my churning stomach heaves, and blood pours from my mouth.

I was only sent flying by Osirus’s counterattack, without even a scratch, but that one slash from him turned my insides upside down.

I should’ve listened when the angel said it’d be fine to handle it all at once. I’m screwed.

“How am I supposed to endure this transformation combo?”

The face of the angel, who isn’t even here, flashes by with an “I told you so” look.

As my mind grows hazy, I can’t even tell who I’m talking to anymore.

“But still, it looked so cool…”

Even though my limbs feel like they’re being ripped off, my mind, which was fine just moments ago, starts to shut down like a power outage.

Muttering to stay conscious is reaching its limit.

“Damn it, go catch a dragon…”

One Dragon Heart isn’t enough to handle this guy.

***

As Han Ga-eul closes her eyes and collapses to the ground, a giant hand appears and catches her falling body.

At the same time, the Skeletons scattered around, carrying out their orders, begin to gather one by one.

Clink, clink.

Even the Grim Reaper, who had been nowhere to be seen, appears and keeps glancing at his master, cradled in Crimson Knight’s arms.

“Second… time…”

Despite Arc Rich’s reproachful tone, Crimson Knight silently holds his master.

“He said to bring a dragon.”

“Wait… a moment…”

As Arc Rich, the advisor, seems to ponder, Crimson Knight nods.

“Rushed… body. Can’t… access… the Library… of Knowledge… yet.”

Arc Rich has no choice but to stay by his master’s side, sifting through the faintly inherited knowledge.

After a long deliberation, Arc Rich finally finds something in the jumbled mess of knowledge.

The master’s body is weak. He needs to consume an entire dragon.

And that thing the master always uses so familiarly.

“Dragon…”

As Arc Rich raises his bony hand and murmurs, Crimson Knight nods.

Seeing this, Arc Rich points to the Grim Reaper, who’s holding a massive side.

“A giant… vessel… for the dragon…”

Even the Grim Reaper nods, and Crimson Knight, still holding his master, glances at Arc Rich.

“I… need… to get… soybean paste.”

“What’s soybean paste?”

“Master’s body… weak… Dragon Heart… not enough… It seems… to be… an artifact… to fix… that.”

“I’ll handle it. I’ll go catch a dragon.”

“Only… the mana… I’ve gathered… will be used… for activity…”

As the Undead trio continues their scheming, a man in uniform approaches from behind.

“Uh…”

The man’s voice…

When the three undead turned their heads, a chilling gaze that could make one’s spine tingle was directed at the man.

“Eek!”

“What… is going on…?”

“Th-the Saintess… is…?”

The man, forcing his uncooperative vocal cords to work, asked a question, and Akrich nodded toward the Crimson Knight.

Seeing this, the man swallowed nervously, and the largest of the three undead slowly approached, carefully offering Han Ga-eul.

In the man’s eyes, he saw the Saintess lying quietly.

“Phew, leave it to me. I’ll heal the Saintess no matter what.”

The man, who had been tense, fearing the undead might have other intentions, realized he was right the moment he saw the Crimson Knight.

‘If these crazy undead cause chaos, our country is doomed…’

The man’s mind flashed back to the recent acid rain incident and the crimson light that had briefly illuminated everything before it all disappeared.

Just recalling it made him feel sick.

‘Is she really the Saintess…?’

Yu Bit-na, the vice-captain of Silver Wings, had confidently claimed she was the Saintess, and he had already received her help once.

But then, what are these Demon Kings in front of him?

As his thoughts grew more tangled, the man forcibly shook them off, bowed his head to the undead, and stepped back, carrying Han Ga-eul.

“Saintess, you promised not to cause any trouble.”

“Please, don’t cause any trouble.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll set a strict example.”

Suddenly, a brief conversation from the helicopter came to mind.

Then, belatedly, he realized what Yu Bit-na had meant when she said to keep a close watch.

***

An unfamiliar ceiling.

Still clutching his aching stomach, he blinked his eyes, feeling something on his cheek.

“Baekseol.”

“Yes!”

As he reached out to Baekseol, who was diligently licking his cheek, the white cotton ball followed, dangling.

“I woke up.”

“You slept!”

“Thanks for waking me up.”

“Yes!”

Baekseol’s cheek was damp.

It felt like the brave rabbit’s lifespan had shortened just from being around me.

Creak—

As I continued talking to Baekseol, the door opened, and someone with purple hair walked in, shaking their head.

“Yu Bit-na.”

“You’re awake?”

“Yep. But can I smoke here?”

Yu Bit-na’s worried face instantly turned incredulous.

“Go ahead. This room was prepared for you, so it’s fine.”

“Good. Baekseol.”

As I opened my shirt, Baekseol slipped inside.

My chest felt warm.

—Click, click.

“Phew—”

As I lit a cigarette, Yu Bit-na, who had approached, started pulling out fruits.

“Thanks. You helped prevent a disaster.”

“I didn’t do much. It was all our team.”

“Though 142 buildings disappeared…”

“Phew—…”

The cigarette tasted bitter.

I think I understand why the dragon heart in my body is struggling.

“Even though one administrative district disappeared, the citizens were safely evacuated, so there were no casualties.”

“Really? That’s a relief.”

Yu Bit-na, who had been diligently peeling the fruit, stopped and looked at me.

“What did you say to the American Saintess?”

“Why?”

“She was trembling like she’d seen a ghost and couldn’t look people in the eye. Thanks to that, other countries that were causing a fuss about the Saintess deployment costs…”

“Be quiet.”

“I didn’t say much. I just told you to keep your head down when you’re in front of me.”

As she continued the story, Yu Bit-na, who was peeling fruit, paused her hand again.

“…You’re a saint, aren’t you?”

“That’s how saints are these days.”

“No wonder the saint from the United States was vehemently opposing the deployment costs.”

The blonde saint, whom I only met once, seems to be doing better than expected.

“Now, not just the United States, but other countries will probably go crazy trying to recruit you, right?”

“Really?”

It probably won’t turn out as Yu Bit-na said.

I don’t know how impressive their intelligence is, but even if they do, it’ll be a lot of trouble.

“Are you going?”

Yu Bit-na speared a piece of fruit with a fork and asked at the same time.

No matter how shady things are, the core of this world’s power lies in hunters.

“It doesn’t seem like it’ll be much fun. My friend told me to live happily. I’m already happy enough.”

“I don’t get what you’re saying. Anyway, it’s good if you’re not going.”

Yu Bit-na’s trembling voice returns to normal.

“The guild master will be here soon.”

“Tell him to bring compensation on his way.”

“…He’s the guild master, you know?”

“Tell him to bring it before he sells off the country.”

Yu Bit-na’s hand, about to put the fruit in her mouth, trembles slightly again.

“How much…?”

“Enough for us to stay close friends.”

“Friendship fee…”

*Crunch!*

It seems like a good apple; a sweet, fragrant taste spreads in my mouth.

I pull the apple I was holding a little away and tap my chest. Baekseol pokes her head out.

“Baekseol, let’s eat the apple.”

“Okay!”

***

“Han Ga-eul.”

“Yes, teacher.”

“What are you going to do about the Shin Yong loan… team?”

“The academy competition?”

Professor Hwang, sitting in front of the auditorium stage, nods his head.

“Should I just kill them all?”

Professor Hwang lowers his head and holds his forehead.

Looking to the side, the trio sitting next to me gives me an okay sign.

“Call.”

“That’s our supporter for you.”

“Of course, just trust me. I learned a new support magic, the double-barrel shotgun.”

“Ha!”

The trio raises their thumbs.

That’s our team for you.

“The troublemaker is back.”

Professor Hwang’s voice echoes softly from the stage.

***

Baekdo (White Peach) fell because of Osirus.