The Saint's Extra

Pale-skinned young man.

Yohan's question was ignored. The young man with a smaller physique than Yohan suddenly raised his palm right in front of Yohan. Suddenly, a blinding white light emerged from the line of the young man's palm.

Yohan widened his eyes. "Wh-what is that?"

The white light was so bright that Yohan's eyes could not absorb it. He immediately closed his eyes. Yohan felt a hard touch on his shoulder, like a hand squeezing his shoulder. Yohan tried to open his eyes, but again the white light blocked his vision.

Slowly Yohan's eyelids felt heavy. An overwhelming sleepiness overcame him. He began to feel his whole body grow sluggish.

"No... what is wrong with me?" Yohan wondered in confusion.

"Sleep."

Then Yohan lost consciousness.

Yohan's body collapsed. The young man crouched down and briefly touched his forehead, then stood up.

"You did this to me, too, to get me into this magical prison?"

The young man turned to one of the magical prison cells. Another criminal who had been banished to this du