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The Regressor and the Blind Saint Chapter 1

The Slum (1)

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A pain that made him feel as though his whole body were being torn apart. Vera opened his eyes.




What came out of his mouth was a trembling and dry voice.


He felt a sharp pain in his head and a crackling noise in his ears. Droplets of water were dripping down his skin, adding to his discomfort, and with each breath, he felt an ache in his chest that turned his stomach inside out.


Unpleasant sensations and a body in the worst possible state.


What’s going on? After thinking that, Vera turned his head slightly and scanned his surroundings.


“This is…”


A dark space.


Water seeped through a neatly arranged pile of planks resembling a house because it couldn’t adequately block the rain and wind.


On the inside, a few layers of tattered cloth and a couple of brass bowls with signs of rust.


On the walls, bugs were crawling as the mud kept trickling down from the roof.


They seemed to be the cause of the suffocating air and creaking noise.


While looking around, Vera immediately realized where this place was.


… He couldn’t help but know.


‘The slum.’


The place where he opened his eyes was the slum, labelled as the imperial cancer, where he was born and raised.


As Vera looked around, a question came to his mind.


Why am I here?


Vera reflected on the situation that occurred before he lost consciousness.


I’m certain…


‘I must have succumbed to the curse.’


It was a curse that stemmed from the karma he had accumulated over the years.


Three years after the Demon King was subjugated, the Heroes who had erased the long and deep scars of war sought to clean up the interior of the continent.


He tried hard to avoid it, but in the end, he was cursed on the verge of death.


However, strangely enough, he did not feel the accursed aura that had been continuously gnawing away at his body.


All he could feel was pain from the scars he received during the previous battle.


Vera tried to remember why he was lying here, why he had collapsed at the entrance of the slums, but couldn’t come up with any plausible explanations, so he immediately shook off those thoughts and closed his eyes.


Whether he was saved by a good Samaritan, or by someone else who was after him. There was nothing he could do now, so there was no reason to dwell on it any longer.


It was a really shabby space, but still, traces of life could be seen everywhere.


He wouldn’t have to think about it for long because he’d soon meet the person who lives here.


Vera, who finished assessing the situation, closed his eyes and waited. The door of the shack opened with a ‘click.’


Vera opened his eyes to the noise and looked at the door.


Who entered?


‘… A woman?’


It was a woman with a hideous face, covered in a shabby robe, and burn scars covering her entire exposed skin.


The white hair that protruded through the hood of the robe was stained with dirt, and her feet were soaked in muddy water, as if she had no shoes.


It looked like she couldn’t see. He could tell through her blue eyes that had lost its light and the way she walked crookedly while leaning against the wall.


Who is she?


After contemplating for a while, Vera listened to the clinking sound that he heard whenever she moved.




It was the sound of metallic articles brushing against each other.


‘Knives? Coins? Or is it jewelries?’


Vera, who started listing the things that immediately came to his mind, was able to realize the identity of the sound only after she sat down on the floor.


On the woman’s scorched nape, a platinum-colored necklace was visible.


‘Is it jewelry?’


Vera’s eyes narrowed.


It was a precious accessory that a person living in such a shabby house couldn’t afford.


At that, Vera suspected that the woman might have sold herself in exchange for the necklace.


It was a very plausible reasoning. Of those who lived their life like I did, there were plenty of people who have the ability to pay for such a precious necklace.


While looking at her anxiously, Vera took a deep breath as he lowered his head and observed the shape of the necklace.


This was because the necklace, which revealed in its entirety, was something that even Vera knew well.


What hung around the woman’s neck was actually…


‘Rosario of the Holy Kingdom.’


A platinum-colored rosary that can only be possessed by those with the highest status in the Holy Kingdom. That was it.


‘A counterfeit… no.’


He was able to distinguish it at once with the insight he had accumulated over the years.


‘It’s the real deal.’


It was because the platinum rosary’s value couldn’t be evaluated. Just by trading that Rosario, you would be pursued by the whole Holy kingdom.


The thought that came to mind was that the woman was a personage from the Holy Kingdom.


As he continued to think, a figure flashed through Vera’s mind.


‘White hair. Blind. A platinum-colored rosary.’


It was not that there weren’t people with similar characteristics, but Vera, who could not ignore the reasoning that came to his head for some reason, looked at her with a tensed expression, then softly licked his lips.



“… Saint.”


A cracked voice rang out.


— Startle.


The woman’s body trembled at Vera’s voice.


Vera’s whole body trembled, and he concluded that his reasoning was correct based on the twitching of her fingertips.


Vera noticed that the Saint looked tenser than before. The Saint turned her head toward Vera and spoke out.


“Are you awake?”


A distinctively clear voice. It was Vera’s first thought as he heard the Saint’s voice.


The Saint, who said those words, immediately looked at Vera and tried to form an expression as her facial muscles twitched.


The burn scars were strangely distorted following the movement of the muscles, but Vera could sense that the expression was meant to be a smile.


It was because of her atmosphere.


The calm tone he could hear, and the blue eyes that looked straight in his direction even though they were cloudy because they were out of focus. And the facial muscles that seemed to be trying to raise in some way.


All of that, for some reason, felt like a smile to Vera.


Vera thought of a question as he looked at the hideous melted face revealed through her tattered robes with holes in it.


“… I heard you passed away.”


The Saint died in the final battle with the Demon King. Vera knew about it because the news spread like wildfire.


By the way, why is she, who was supposed to be dead, here?


When Vera inquired doubtfully, the Saint smiled and replied playfully.


“If it’s the Saint, it’s true that she is dead.”


“Then what about you?”


“I’m a beggar of the slums.”


It was a twisted word, but Vera was able to grasp her meaning.


“… The funeral that took place in the Holy Kingdom was fake.”


“You can’t say it’s fake. Whatever the case, it is true that the Saint of the Holy Kingdom is dead.”


As the Saint said that, she fumbled with her arm outstretched and stroked Vera’s chest.


Immediately after, a moan escaped Vera’s mouth. This was because the Saint’s hand passed through the rib that was injured by a blunt weapon.




“Does it hurt a lot?”


Vera bit his teeth and glared at the Saint.




Don’t show your weakness too hastily. As Vera, who had come up with such a thought, continued to be silent, the Saint tilted her head to him and stroked Vera’s body once more.


“The first aid has been completed, but… Still, you’ll have to stay here for a while. It might be uncomfortable, but please be patient.”


A voice filled with concern. At that, Vera became vigilant.


‘What’s her intention?’


It didn’t seem like she was after him.


However, looking at the Saint right now, there were so many questions that came to mind that he couldn’t answer properly.


Why is the Saint alive? Why are you here like this? How did you find me? And do you know my true identity?


As countless questions flew by, Vera looked at the Saint, deciding that he had to solve them one by one.


“Was the curse lifted by the Saint?”


“Fortunately, I was able to do it.”


It was a vaguely positive answer.


“Holy Power?”


“The care of the Lord was sufficient.”


Wrinkles formed over her melted face. Vera recognized it as a smiling face.


Vera looked at that smile and expanded his thinking when he heard the word ‘sufficient’.


It was because Vera knew something about the Saint’s abilities.


Although the curse on him was on the extreme side, if it was the Saint’s ability, she should have been able to cast the curse away and felt no fatigue.


That said, there was no reason to include the word ‘sufficient’.


Vera, who kept his mouth shut and looked at the Saint, was able to infer the meaning of the words the Saint had said after contemplating for a long time.


“… Your powers were stolen, isn’t that the case?”


“To say it was stolen is wrong. It wasn’t mine to begin with.”


The Saint continued to speak with a smile in a calm tone.


“I just gave back what was lent to me.”


“Did you give it up yourself?”


“Now that there is no reason to have it, it’s natural to return it.”


A laugh escaped Vera’s mouth at the answer he heard.


It was because he felt that some of his questions had been answered.


‘She must have faked her death by her own will.’


There was no question of ‘why?’.


This was because if you knew the Saint, you could easily tell by looking at her peaceful face.


“You must have been tired of war.”


At this point in time when the Demon King disappeared, if the Saint had been in her original position, the countries of the continent would have waged another war over the Saint.


Why not? The Saint’s abilities were well worth it.


The Saint must have tried to avoid the situation, and the way she came up with it was to erase her existence.


As he continued his thoughts, the Saint opened her mouth.


The tone was a little muffled.


“… You know a lot.”


“So, are you going to kill me?”


Vera asked and looked at the Saint.


His body was in the worst possible condition. Even if the Saint strangled him right now, he wouldn’t have been able to resist at all.


… To be honest, he had no regrets even if he were to die here. It was true that he lived a life deserving of death, and such a miserable end was to be expected.


Vera closed his eyes as he imagined the Saint reaching for his neck.


At that moment.


“There is no reason to kill.”


The Saint’s mouth opened.


Vera frowned at the words he heard and opened his eyes. The Saint at the end of his gaze maintained a calm expression.




“Why do you think I will kill you?”


“Wouldn’t it be a problem to have someone that knows who you really are?”


“I just want you to keep your mouth shut.”


“What if I’m going to spread the word?”


“It would be unfortunate.”


An answer that flowed like water. Vera studied her expression again, hoping to understand the Saint’s intentions, but couldn’t read any signs on her face, which was completely scarred from the burns.


The silence continued, and when Vera did not receive an answer after a long time, the Saint took a short breath and continued.


“Calm down for now. You are ill.”


“Will you still dare to treat me if you knew who I am?”


“Should I know?”


“Things like that happen, too. Have you ever thought that the person the Saint healed might be a murderer who dices people into pieces?”


“Then it would be very unfortunate, but I don’t have the courage to turn away from the sick. All I can do is pray that you are not a murderer.”


Hearing that, Vera felt the laughter erupting again as he saw the Saint leaning her back against the wall of the shack.


The Saint leaned on her back, took the rosary out of her arms, squeezed it tightly, and closed her eyes.



It looked like a prayer.


Vera suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his stomach for no apparent reason at that sight, as he made a sarcastic remark.


“Saint, you sure are faithful.”


“… Renee.”




“I’m not the Saint, I’m Renee.”


To be so agreeable all the time, and yet she would surprisingly retort when it came to her name.


Vera closed his eyes, thinking that the Saint was indeed a strange person.





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The Regressor and the Blind Saint

The Regressor and the Blind Saint

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Korean
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