The Healer Of Light And The Prince Of Darkness

53. One Ray Of Hope

"I'm ready to fight!"

This day had come with a beautiful rosy-red sunrise, something quite astonishing to oversee in the unusual windy weather of the always hot Hares. Preparing for the cool, but still quite a hot autumn.

Having been told how much the sunrise had made Matthew keep gazing at the sky, Yuriel felt much more enthusiastic about the new day.

"Fight? Are you crazy or what?"

"I'm with my right mind! Didn't you tell me I was a powerful mage just some days ago?"

"Weeks. Two weeks to be exact. But still, you are unable to navigate yourself without our help..."

"No problem. Stop absorbing my mana and you will serve me as the perfect dog for a blind person."

"Dog for what?"

The day was really nice, considering that at 6 am it was quite pleasant to spend your time jogging or just reading a book. But someone had prepared themselves for something quite different.

"Matthew will tell you our agenda for today."

"Ag-Agenda?" Anastasia asked in shock and her eyes fell on the boy's tiny figure, narrowing.

"Yes, miss Yuriel..."

"Yuri!"

"...said that we'll first try some easier things such as..."

"Oh, goddess, don't tell me..." Anastasia mumbled.

"Just walking around and you will watch me. What's so terrible that you are frowning like that?"

"I'm not!"

"Really?"

"Hey, weren't you blind?"

"I am still, but your voice is as bitter as black tea is. Well, perhaps even bitterer."

Anastasia sighed and grabbed the notebook from Matthew's hands.

"Then why is there a fight around... 4 pm?"

"I should inevitably improve, shouldn't I?"

"It's too..."

Actually, she was more curious about something else. Anastasia shut her mouth and let go of the notebook, leaving Matthew to take it from the ground and clear it.

"What are you able to see at the moment?"

"Whiteness. In other words, literally nothing."

"Can't you feel the light around you?"

"..."

"Take a moment and feel it. It's in your veins. Feel it."

As the last one of the Saints, she was the strongest. Even with such a heavy burden to carry she should still be able to find and preserve her connection with the light Leya had given her. It wasn't just a belief – the power the goddess had given them herself was just so much that it was expected the impossible from them.

"I...Is this it?"

"...What?"

"This warmth..."

The atmosphere around Yuriel had changed significantly – even Anastasia, who was already dead, but summoned by the new Saintess' presence and materialized by her mana, could feel the comforting, warm atmosphere, surrounding the girl. It was able to ease even the Third's tightened nerves.

"...Is this light?"

"It is. Now, allow it to guide you, Yuriel. It will show you the way."

Light was the beginning of all. Apart from what those stupid Haresians believed in, Anastasia didn't think the first thing to appear was a magician. Even when there was nothing in the whole world, there still was Leya. And she was the symbol of light.