Chapter 944
‘Hah…’
Raon let out a quiet laugh as he looked at the countless dishes spread across the table.
‘So it was all real.’
Beef bone soup, pineapple pizza, lamb ribs, steamed lobster, and roasted pig—every dish Wrath had sniffed out earlier was indeed here.
‘That guy’s not a Demon King… he’s a bloodhound.’
Wrath might look like a cat, but when it came to food, he behaved exactly like a dog.
How he managed to smell all of this from afar remained a mystery.
– “Sluuurp…”
Wrath brought his nose close to the dishes and inhaled deeply.
– “My stomach feels like it’s about to burst from hunger! Hurry and offer these dishes to me, now!”
He pounded the table with his fist, shouting for food.
‘Not yet.’
Raon pushed the squirming Wrath away and shook his head.
‘The guest hasn’t arrived.’
Olga hadn’t come to the dining room yet, so for now, it was time to wait.
“Raon! Even if you’re hungry, you have to wait!”
Sia bowed slightly toward him.
“It tastes better when you eat with guests!”
She waved her hand as if encouraging herself to be patient while waiting for Olga.
“You’re right.”
Raon smiled faintly at Sia, who held her chin high with pride.
‘Her mental age has gone up a little?’
Instead of throwing a tantrum for food like before, Sia was now speaking maturely about waiting.
Her mind seemed to be slowly catching up to her true age.
‘A bit of a shame, though.’
He was happy to see her recovering, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but miss the adorably childish side of her.
‘Is there no way for her to stay that cute even as she grows up?’
As he thought about that with a small smile, the dining room doors opened—and Olga stepped inside.
“Sorry for being late.”
She tucked a strand of damp violet hair behind her ear and bowed slightly. The moisture glistened along her tattooed skin, creating a striking and elegant contrast.
“These days, I guess Saints are chosen by their looks. You’re stunning.”
Sylvia’s bright smile showed she was clearly taken by Olga’s beauty.
“You’re even prettier now!”
Sia, who had liked Olga from the start, showered her with compliments.
Though she wasn’t actually her sister, Raon decided to let it slide.
“You shouldn’t have waited for me…”
Olga seemed flustered by their courtesy, lowering her tone.
“A guest deserves to be welcomed properly.”
Edgar shook his head.
“And if that guest is a Saint, I’d wait until morning if I had to.”
He nodded earnestly, visibly pleased to have met her.
“…Thank you.”
Olga bowed slightly and took her seat, still a bit embarrassed.
“Why the act? Weren’t you the one who used to kick your feet on the table and curse everyone out? Anyone would think you really were a Saint now.”
Raon gestured toward her with a teasing smirk.
“Shut— I mean, watch your tongue, will you?”
Olga nearly swore but caught herself mid-sentence when she noticed Sylvia and Sia nearby.
“Come to think of it, it’s been ages since Raon brought a friend over!”
Sylvia smiled warmly at how comfortable the two seemed with each other.
“She’s not my friend.”
“He’s not my friend.”
Both Raon and Olga denied it in unison.
“The way you’re in sync, you -are- friends! What a good time of life! I remember being like that once… wonder if that bastard’s still hiding in his cave.” (T/N: Lawrence?)
Edgar chuckled, lost in some nostalgic memory.
“Let’s talk later and eat first. We’ve prepared a feast to celebrate the victory.”
Sylvia spread her hands as if unveiling the meal.
“Start with the soup. It’ll warm you up.”
She personally ladled a bowl of beef bone soup and passed it to Olga.
“Thank you.”
Olga accepted it politely with both hands and placed it before her.
After hesitating for a moment, she took her spoon and tasted it.
“Hm?”
Her violet eyes widened slightly. It was clearly better than she’d expected.
– “Stop watching and eat already!”
Wrath gripped Raon’s shoulder impatiently.
‘Alright.’
Raon nodded and tasted the soup Sylvia had given him.
‘This is actually pretty good.’
The broth, simmered with marrow bones, had a buttery smoothness—rich but not greasy.
– “Khhh!”
Wrath cried out like a drunk savoring fine whiskey.
– “Yes! This! This is why I stayed in this world!”
He declared that happiness for a Demon King was never far away and pointed at the next dish.
‘The roast pig?’
– “Eat it before it cools! That’s when it’s softest!”
Raon reached for the roasted pork Wrath pointed to, glancing sideways.
“Sia, you like pizza, right? Mom brought some.”
“No, no, our Sia loves shrimp the most!”
Sylvia and Edgar were practically competing to feed her.
“Today, I think Lady Sia’s going to pick the pizza.”
“No way! It’ll be the shrimp.”
“Huh? Didn’t she go for meat first last time?”
The maids and Helen exchanged amused smiles as they watched, betting silently on who Sia would choose.
“Mmm… wow…”
Olga, meanwhile, was tasting everything at impressive speed. The dishes clearly suited her palate.
– “The pork is roasted perfectly! Crisp fat, tender meat—splendid!”
Wrath gave his usual self-satisfied food critique.
‘Yeah…’
Raon smiled faintly as he watched the peaceful dinner unfold around him.
‘Maybe… this is why I want to grow stronger—to protect moments like this.’
—
– “Urgh!”
Wrath lay sprawled on the bed, letting out a massive burp.
– “Finally! I feel like I’ve washed away Gluttony’s torment!”
He nodded in deep satisfaction, having devoured everything and finished with two boxes of marble ice cream.
‘You really love food that much?’
Raon chuckled at Wrath’s bloated belly.
– “It’s not food I love—it’s -good- food!”
Wrath wagged his paw, correcting him.
‘Same thing, isn’t it?’
– “Different! You wouldn’t understand, you tasteless brute!”
He turned away dramatically.
‘Then maybe I’ll find someone else to talk to.’
Raon grinned, looking at the air.
– “W-wait! Who!?”
Wrath suddenly froze, realizing who he meant.
“Lust.”
Raon ignored him and called the name calmly.
– “No! Why would you summon that lunatic stalker! I was just about to rest!”
‘We’re home now. I should at least tell her she can relax.’
Raon disregarded Wrath’s protests and called again.
“Lust?”
But the Stalker Monarch didn’t answer or appear.
“Hah…”
Raon chuckled to himself.
‘Don’t tell me she really got lost again?’
He had warned Lust to be careful when following him, but it seemed she’d managed to lose her way anyway. Her sense of direction was hopeless.
– “Ha! Hahahahaha!”
Wrath burst out laughing.
– “So even you can be wrong sometimes! Who knew I’d be -glad- about her getting lost!”
He clutched his round stomach, laughing shamelessly.
‘I said -maybe-. I expected this, honestly.’
If Lust had once wandered all the way to the Demon Realm searching for him, it was no surprise she’d lose her way again.
‘And if I really want to summon her, I can.’
– “Th-that’s a terrifying thing to say…”
Wrath’s jaw trembled.
‘Since we’re in the human realm, using the energy of Lust should be enough to make her respond. She won’t appear instantly—but she’ll start moving.’
Lust had come all the way from the Demon Realm once, drawn by Wrath’s <Wrath> and her own <Lust>.
That bond still existed.
– “Ugh…”
Wrath shuddered, recalling her terrifying presence.
– “Y-you’re not actually going to call her, right? You’ve got plenty of work to do!”
He shook his head frantically.
‘Hmm…’
Raon tapped his chin thoughtfully.
– “Please! I’ll do anything! Just don’t summon her!”
Wrath clasped his hands together desperately.
‘Then check the aura circulation pattern I’ll use for Olga tomorrow.’
– “You’ve already asked me to do that dozens of times!”
He frowned.
‘The structure of a human body differs from a demon’s. You can never be too careful.’
Raon opened an anatomy book filled with diagrams.
– “Why are you working so hard for something that isn’t even your problem?”
‘Because it isn’t mine—that’s exactly why I have to get it right.’
Since this was for saving someone else, not himself, perfection was the only acceptable outcome.
‘Let’s review it again before calling Lust.’
He closed his eyes, focusing. The flow of fiery mana traced elegant curves through the air.
– “Now I see.”
Wrath smirked faintly, watching him.
– “Why humans cling to you.”
Strength alone didn’t make one a ruler—charisma did.
And Raon Zieghart possessed both.
– “Still… if you ever became a Monarch…”
Wrath’s gaze darkened.
– “The Demon Realm would probably burn.”
—
The next evening.
Raon entered the fifth training hall’s cultivation chamber with Olga.
The chamber was soundproof and vibration-sealed—perfect for her treatment.
“Ready?”
He loosened his wrists after seating her at the center.
“Mhm…”
Her hands trembled slightly on her lap.
“You don’t have to worry too much.”
He pointed toward the half-open door.
“Am I late?”
The Ragged Saint, Fedric, entered with a soft smile.
“You might not trust me completely—but you trust him, right?”
Raon had asked for Fedric’s help just in case. With Olga’s endurance, it should go smoothly.
“No.”
Olga shook her head, looking straight at Raon.
“I trust you more.”
Her trembling fingers tightened.
“I agree. There aren’t many I’d trust more than this one.”
Fedric smiled faintly as he met her eyes.
“You’ve deteriorated since last we met. Mentally stronger, though.”
He frowned slightly at her condition.
“You’ve met before?”
Raon widened his eyes.
“Of course. I’m a Saint, remember? I had to meet the girl they called a Saint too.”
Fedric explained that he’d met her back in the Holy Kingdom.
“She was shaking down thugs in an alleyway. My idea of a saint shattered that day.”
He chuckled at the memory.
“But now I know who she really is. That’s why I came.”
“I see.”
Raon nodded. He had written to Fedric in Montiro asking for help, but hadn’t realized they knew each other this well.
‘Makes sense.’
Fedric had traveled the entire continent helping people before settling in Zieghart.
It wasn’t strange that he’d crossed paths with Olga.
“You were told to stop using your Holy Power if you wanted to live like everyone else—but you went and unleashed it anyway. You’ve barely any time left…”
Fedric frowned at the faint glow beneath her skin.
“It’s what I wanted.”
Olga’s tone was calm, without regret.
“I see. Then today might just be your turning point.”
Fedric closed the door and stood beside Raon.
Whoooosh.
He clasped his hands together, summoning a pale blue wind around the chamber.
“I’ve imbued the area with a spell called Wind of Regeneration—it will quicken physical recovery.”
Though he said it lightly, sweat rolled down his forehead; it was clearly taxing.
“Thank you.”
Raon bowed, then pulled two small wooden boxes from his coat.
“Drink these first.”
He handed Olga the Baekrodan and Spirit Beast Pill from Zieghart’s Vault.
“Elixirs?”
Her eyes widened.
“These must be priceless…”
“I received them from the Head of House. He said the Holy Kingdom saved us—this is his thanks.”
Raon repeated Glenn’s words with a small nod.
“…Then I’ll have to thank him in person later.”
Olga smiled faintly.
“Forget that for now. Focus on what I tell you.”
He raised a finger to her lips, drawing her gaze.
“After you take them, don’t make a sound. Don’t move. Suppress your Holy Power completely—don’t let it run wild.”
He mimed sealing his lips shut.
“That’s it?”
Olga tilted her head.
“That’s not all. The pain will be unbearable—you’ll want to die. Staying conscious will be the hardest part.”
He warned her calmly, then lowered his hand.
“I can handle pain.”
She’d endured melting flesh before—this would be nothing.
“It’ll be worse than that. But I believe you’ll endure.”
Raon sat behind her and placed his hands together.
“Whew…”
Olga took a deep breath, seeing his reflection in the small mirror ahead.
‘Is he trying to scare me?’
Listening to him, it almost sounded like she wouldn’t have to do anything at all.
Still, just knowing he was behind her strangely calmed her nerves.
“When you’re ready, swallow the elixirs.”
“Alright.”
She closed her eyes and chewed them one after another.
“Ugh!”
Her shoulders trembled as the energy burst within her body.
“Let’s begin.”
Raon nodded to Fedric and placed his hand on her back.
Wooooong!
He guided the surging energy inside her, using the flow Wrath had taught him.
Wooooooom!
He forced the residual Holy Power through her mana circuits using the elixirs and his fiery mana, putting her body under immense strain.
Brrrrr—
Olga trembled violently.
“Hold on.”
Raon furrowed his brows as he steadied her.
‘So far so good.’
– “Not bad for a night’s study. But slow down.”
Wrath gestured downward.
– “That method was meant for demons with strong bodies. Humans are far more fragile. Adjust your strength.”
He instructed Raon to move the energy slower, more delicately.
‘Got it.’
Raon gritted his teeth and reduced the pace.
‘This is draining faster than I thought.’
Controlling another person’s energy was exponentially harder than managing his own.
Within minutes, sweat drenched him as if he’d fought for hours.
But this was for someone who’d saved the people he loved.
He couldn’t give up.
‘I’ll save you no matter what.’
—
‘Ugh!’
Olga bit her lip until it bled.
‘This pain…’
She’d felt her flesh melt before, but this was beyond comprehension.
‘It feels like every bone and muscle is breaking apart.’
Her body burned like molten metal, and the agony was so intense she wanted to faint.
But she forced herself to endure.
Rumble—
The Holy Power inside her flared violently, consuming her strength. She didn’t think she could last even a minute longer.
‘How can anyone endure—ah.’
Just as she was about to cry out, she felt Raon’s hand trembling against her back.
‘Hm…’
Through the mirror, she saw his face drenched in sweat, jaw clenched in pain.
He looked like he was suffering just as much as she was.
‘He gains nothing from saving me.’
He could have easily walked away, yet here he was, sharing her pain.
‘He’s impossible to understand… but…’
If he’s enduring it, so will I.
Crack.
She bit down on her tongue to stay conscious.
‘If he can bear it, I won’t give up.’
She focused every ounce of her will to suppress the raging Holy Power.
Kuwaaaaa!
When it felt like an eternity had passed, a massive explosion burst within her body and soul.
Fwoooosh!
The unbearable pain vanished, replaced by a cool, soothing sensation—like stepping into a cold stream after walking under a burning sun.
‘It’s… overwhelming.’
After so much agony, the sudden relief made her dizzy.
‘I have to… stay awake…’
Forcing her eyes open, she saw Raon’s exhausted face through the mirror.
“Well done. You can rest now.”
He smiled gently.
And with that, exhaustion consumed her.
“Tha—…”
Before she could finish, her consciousness faded away.
—
“Haa…”
Raon exhaled deeply, gazing down at Olga, who slept with her head resting on his knee.
‘It worked.’
The scars and burns were gone. Her skin, once marred and dull, now shone pale and smooth—radiant, almost holy.
But that wasn’t what mattered most.
‘Her body’s durability.’
The elixirs and his mana had reconstructed her entirely.
Her physique now rivaled that of a Grandmaster, and her body could withstand her Holy Power without harm.
‘It worked—but I’ll never do that again.’
The precision required to guide the elixir’s energy while sharing her pain had been nightmarish.
It felt like fighting another war.
He brushed his damp hair back, silently vowing never to perform such a procedure again.
“Saint.”
Raon lifted his gaze to Fedric.
“Thank you for helping.”
“You did all the work. Don’t thank me.”
Fedric waved it off.
“When I faltered, you steadied me. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
Fedric had supported both him and Olga through the process. Without him, it would’ve been far harder.
– “And what about me!? I taught you everything!”
‘Yeah, yeah. You did great too.’
Raon chuckled, patting Wrath’s head.
– “Then bring me another grand feast! With dessert, of course!”
As expected, Wrath puffed out his chest.
‘Yes, sir.’
Raon nodded.
“You can finally rest now.”
Fedric smiled, massaging his own shoulders.
“No. There’s still something I must do.”
Raon shook his head, glancing toward the Head’s mansion.
“Something?”
“Yes.”
He licked his lips lightly.
“I need to receive one last gift from the Head of House—and then I’m heading into the cave.”
A very special cave.