Chapter 229: Saintess of the Braveheart Kingdom
The Saintess entered the room gracefully. Everyone present showed her great respect. Just looking at her brought a sense of calm to my heart. It was as if she radiated a warm aura that soothed all who were near.
Her reputation in the Braveheart Kingdom was impeccable. She was the head of the central cathedral, holding the position of Saintess—which meant she wielded the strongest holy power, particularly in healing magic.
The Saintess was well-known for her kind, gentle, and selfless nature. Every day, she accepted patients into her home and treated them, never asking for a single coin in return.
She truly was the embodiment of a sacred woman.
I had once been curious about the Saintess and looked her up in the Braveheart royal library. What I learned was that she had once been an ordinary citizen who had received divine blessings from the gods.
Historical records describe her as a being who appeared after the war against the demons ended—like a divine presence sent to maintain balance and spread sacred power across the continent of Eldaris.
But I’ve always had the feeling that the Saintess had another role—one that no one else knew. Her divine magic was simply too powerful, and such power could play a critical role in defeating the Overlords.
Still, I didn’t know if my suspicion was correct. Up until now, it was said she had never harmed anyone, let alone killed. Even on the battlefield, she served strictly as a healer.
In the kingdom, she also helped maintain the protective barrier with her magic. That made it clear—her role was one of support and defense, not of destruction or attack.
I was curious about the limits of her power. But I restrained myself. I would learn more about her in time. For now, the Saintess was already helping immensely in her area of expertise.
I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable—especially since she’d helped me so much with my father’s care. She even sent letters and came weekly to visit the Blackmore family mansion to provide therapy for my comatose father.