When the tension in the air had finally cooled off a bit and Saint was the only man standing amidst the chaos, Drake approached him—with a tinge of doubt. "S—saint?" He called out, moving towards him. "Where the hell is Uncle Magnus and Gerald, how could they have let this happen while I was gone!!" Saint screamed above his lungs ."Saint, you have to calm down." Drake let out, trying to calm him down but Saint was not having any of it. He was pissed at the fact that Gerald and his uncle had scampered away like chickens. Even if they were not able to put up a fight against these bandits, they should have sent the warriors to the battle front to at least protect the people. A lot of his subjects had lost their lives while trying to get away from these bandits and it would take almost forever to completely bury them all. "I said where the hell is Uncle Magnus and Gerald?!" Saint yelled out again, turning to face Drake for the first time since he came up beside him. "I....I have no

On the day the burial was to take place, Saint could not bring himself to attend. That morning had been the weakest he had ever been. Getting out of bed was a struggle for him. When he had awaken, he laid in bed with his eyes fixated on the ceiling for more than half a hour—his body limp. Despite the persistent knocking on the door, he didn't move from the initial position. And even when Lord Magnus' beckoning from the other end of the door clouded his thoughts for a moment, it didn't cause him to move. "Saint. I know that you can hear me, you might probably not be listening to me but I know that you can hear my voice from out here." Lord Magnus' voice resounded from the other end of the door. "We have been able to bury all the bodies, Saint. I'm sorry that things had to turn out this way.."There hadn't been any response. Lord Magnus, fully in the consciousness that the chances of Saint recovering from this and the things going back to his they been were very slim. "I'm truly so

The air around Saint's mouth and nostrils grew hotter as he marched all the way on foot to the Zlate's villa, not caring about the distance he had to cover. Drake kept yelling at him to stop but Saint didn't listen and kept on marching further, making Drake to regret why he ever went after him. It was a bad idea because Drake could not keep up with Saint's pace. "Saint, please hold on now!" Drake let out in a raspy breath, hoping that Saint would slow down any time soon, but it was far from that. "Victoria!!" Saint kept yelling as he neared the Zlate villa, "Victoria get out here!" He yelled again. Drake could not help but wonder if Saint was losing his sanity as he drew closer to the villa, how was it possible that Victoria—if she was in, would hear him all the way from out here. Saint barged into the villa, not caring if he was welcomed or not. "Oh good heavens. Saint, thanks goodness that you're here." Lady Erica cried out as soon as she set her eyes on Saint. "Please come t

His knees grew so weak under him that they could barely hold up his weight. He struggled to stand and even when his knees started to wobbel, he held onto the wall for support but knew that he would not be able to stay for that long. Victoria was not done talking, she was still yapping away with a rush of excitement at how she managed to fool everyone and make them think that they were still being tormented by another enemy when all along, it had been her who was responsible. Before Drake could sense what was happening, Saint had already collapsed to his knees. "Why?" He kept on crying as his head fell onto the floor, "why did it have to be you, Victoria? Why not someone else?" He cried out. "And what the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I'm not a worthy opponent, don't you, Saint? Well why don't you get up and let me show you what exactly I'm capable of doing!" She said angrily as she rushed towards him and pulled him by the collar and was about to drag him up to his feet

Chapter 90"Come on now, let me help you to your feet." Saint spat out more blood into a corner and reached out a hand to help Drake. "Thanks!" Drake clasped his hand coated with blood into Saint's. "You look like you've lost a lot of blood, I'm so sorry that I could not help you out." Saint apologized genuinely. "It's fine, I completely understand you." Drake said, nodding his head slowly. "I never knew that she was strong, Saint, she doesn't even look it at all." Drake said as he stood to his feet but Saint didn't want to let go of him yet for fear that he might fall. "Yeah, I didn't know too. Thank you for delivering that final cut to her, I wished that I had been the one to do it myself." Saint said again, he couldn't bear the way his conscience was pricking at him for not wanting to fight Victoria even though he has sworn to himself that he would not show mercy on the one who had taken the lives of his people. Saint Watched as Drake took off his shirt to wipe the blood stai