There Is No World For ■■

* * *58 seconds ago.As Captain Kwon was shouting and the Dragon raised the Royal Seal, the Saintess didn’t need to use her Foresight to realize that things had taken a turn for the worse.It was now obvious that talking wouldn’t resolve anything.She reloaded her gun. Now, she had only one magazine left.The thought of having to fight a dragon with just 60 bullets made her head hurt.…But I still have to do it.As she placed her hand on the trigger with that thought in mind, Yeomyeong came into view.He was the man who, just like her only friend, obscured her Foresight.He was currently staring at the Dragon with his lips sealed tight.Was he scared? No, that wasn’t it. After all, hadn’t he been the first to jump out of the truck and climb the cliff when they were ambushed?If he were someone who would be frightened by something like this, he wouldn’t have even come here in the first place.So that expression on his face wasn’t that of fear, but rather…He’s contemplating.Whether to risk his life and fight, or to turn around and escape.The Saintess bit her lip. The urge to ask him to fight together was stuck in her throat, but she couldn’t bring herself to utter them.Asking him to fight in this situation was no different from asking him to die with her.“Yeomyeong, are you not… going to fight?”In the end, what came out of her mouth was a question that cleverly hid her true intentions.Lacking the courage to voice out her thoughts honestly, she uttered a pathetic and childish question, hoping he would give her the answer she wanted to hear.Whether he understood what she was trying to imply or not, Yeomyeong responded with a short sigh.“The weapons you have on your person… Is that all?”Hearing his question, the Saintess flinched and inspected her weapon.One rifle with 60 bullets.Because they had to ride a motorcycle, she tried to travel as light as possible, but after the unexpected fight against the pig-headed figures, these were the only weapons she had left.The situation on Yeomyeong's end wasn't much better. He had a shotgun, a worn-out sword, and only a few grenades and bullets left.“I’m not sure if Darulma deceived us or if he genuinely didn’t know, but… With the weapons we carried on the assumption that we’d face a young dragon, we don’t stand a chance.”“Even so…”The Saintess tried to say something but Yeomyeong interrupted her.“Realistically speaking, there’s only one way we can stop the Dragon. The Manchurian military Darulma called in needs to arrive before we die.”“...”“But considering the distance from the Manchurian base to this place… Even if the military makes haste and hurries, it’ll take them at least two hours to arrive. In the meantime, we’d have to fight the Dragon. Do you think we can manage that?”There was no need to ponder. It was impossible.“…So, are you suggesting that we run away?”Unable to come up with a counterargument, the Saintess asked defiantly. Yeomyeong’s calm eyes met the Saintess’s blindfold.“You were the one who said that you wouldn’t risk your life.”He reminded her of the words she said before they set out. - If I judge that the situation is beyond help, I will escape.

The Saintess clenched her fist tightly. If only she could say she wasn’t being serious back then, if only she could take back what she said. But she couldn’t.

And purely from a political standpoint, she was someone who couldn’t die here under any circumstance.Yes, in her mind, she knew they had to run away from here.However, her heart was not willing to accept it. She didn’t want to flee.“…If we leave things as they are, countless people will die.”“That’s probably true.”“Innocents… will die unjustly. Can you just stand by and watch that happen?”Why do we realize something would lead to regret down the line only after we have already said it?As soon as she spat out those emotionally charged words, countless rebuttals to her logic flooded her mind.So, you’re asking me to fight a mad dragon for the sake of people whose faces I’ve never even seen?What about your mother shooting at me? What crime did I commit to deserve that?No matter how she looked at it, logic was on Yeomyeong's side…All she had was stubbornness and emotions, asking him to risk his life recklessly.Expecting a sharp response, the Saintess braced herself and closed her eyes tightly.It was a small relief that the blindfold hid her eyes because if she heard his harsh rebukes, she might involuntarily shed tears.However, contrary to her expectations, there was no rebuttal or sharp criticism from Yeomyeong.“…I’m sorry.”His voice was calm.“I… have something I must accomplish. It’s more important than anything else, something I cannot give up on, no matter what.”“...”“So, I cannot risk my life here.”It was a straightforward answer without a hint of deception.The Saintess, who had been expecting an emotional argument, was unable to come up with a rebuttal.Conviction and reality clashed within her empty heart, causing sparks to fly. Her chest stung, and her body trembled.Unable to hold back, she blurted out whatever came to mind."But if we give up now…""…""What about the people of Manchuria, how… What about all the efforts we've made so far…? Huh? Those innocent people will die, I…"She simply spilled her heart out, unable to even form coherent sentences. Yeomyeong gently placed his hand on her shoulder.“I won’t stop you if you intend to die here. But…”“…But?”“However, if you want to live, take my hand. If it’s just one person… I can somehow carry you and escape.”Yeomyeong extended his hand. The Saintess stared at it for a moment, realizing that this was his final act of kindness.If she rejected this, there would be no turning back. The motorcycle they had ridden had run dry a while back, and there was no way the mad dragon would let them go.She was at a crossroads.Would she risk her life and die fighting the Dragon regardless of how slim the odds were, or would she survive and plan for the future?The answer was almost set in stone. If she died here, more blood would be spilled.…I guess I have no choice.The Saintess loosened her grip on the gun to take hold of Yeomyeong’s hand. Or rather, she tried to.Almost immediately, something ticklish trickled down the crown of her head.Even if others didn’t know, this was a familiar sensation for her. It was something only a Saintess could experience.…Foresight?However, it wasn’t a Foresight she had initiated on her own.It was a Foresight forcefully revealed to her by the gods high above, or perhaps by someone of comparable power.The Saintess accepted it without any resistance. Right away, her eyes hidden behind the blindfold shone as they captured the future.Flash!The Dragon’s magic circle activated, dyeing the sky gold.With the sky at her back, the light of the magic circle looked like a halo above her head.As she slowly raised her head to look at Yeomyeong, her white hair, illuminated by the halo, fluttered gently.20 seconds.The light from the magic circle didn't linger for long. And after the halo disappeared, the Saintess smiled softly."Hey, don’t say that you mean to…"Sensing that something was wrong, Yeomyeong tried to say something, but she brushed off his hand before he could."You really are a good person.""…What?""But you're not great at playing hard to get, you know."It was an out-of-the-blue yet confident remark. Yeomyeong furrowed his brows without realizing it as he stared at the Saintess."Did you just… use Foresight?""Who knows?"11 seconds."Hey!"Ignoring Yeomyeong’s shout, the Saintess dashed toward the Dragon.With each step she took, she gathered her mana and cast blessings on her magazine.Power boost, acceleration, accuracy, and mana penetration.Rumble!! Rumble!! Rumble!!The ground began to quake violently, making it nearly impossible to aim properly, but that didn’t matter to her.O the Blue Venule, please grant me ascent.She prayed to the god of wisdom and ascension, and the god answered her plea.Zing.Her running body slightly levitated off the ground.Not high enough to be called flying, but just high enough to avoid the tremors of the earth. Then, the Saintess calmly readied her gun.2 seconds.Now, aim.1 second.And without any hesitation, the Saintess pulled the trigger.