"Don't worry. I'm known to be a gentle and caring master," Ethan's voice echoed, stunning Airi to her core.
Saintess? His Saintess?
Airi froze, completely puzzled. She couldn't wrap her head around what he had just said.
Because surely… only gods could have Saintesses. A Saintess wasn't so re title—it was a divine role. A chosen one. A ssenger blessed directly by the gods.
And blessings… were sothing only gods could give.
So—
"What… what do you an?" Airi asked in a voice soaked in confusion, not understanding where Ethan was going with any of this.
Ethan, of course, understood her confusion. He knew exactly what Saintess ant to soone like her. He knew the weight behind the title.
So why did he say it?
Simple.
'What if I'm not a god? he thought. If I want sothing—if I truly desire it—then as long as I'm willing to pay the price, I can take it. I can make it mine.'
And just now, he had paid a price. He had sacrificed two claid truths—the belief that he couldn't break her chains, and the belief that he couldn't lift her curse.
So now, he could make a wish.
'Can I make Airi my Saintess with the truths I just sacrificed?' Ethan asked silently.
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