Nuisance? It was a word incompatible with Rohika Sedro. Roble knew firsthand how easy it was for Rohika to tame something.

‘Is Rohika neglecting her?’

Otherwise, there was no way the child’s defiance in the underground would last for two months.

‘Why? No matter how good she is, if she’s not tamed, she’s of no use…….’

Roble, who was thinking carelessly, was startled and shut her mouth.

‘What am I thinking……?’

To tame, to be of use. Roble shuddered and was horrified by her own thoughts.

For the past five years, Roble had desperately turned away from the existence of the underground. But no matter how bright the place, its presence clung to her like a shadow, not leaving her for a moment.

It was natural. All the elements that made up the saint were based on the quiet sacrifices of the girls trapped in the underground.

Nevertheless, she continually ignored it, fearing she would go mad, but this shallow avoidance didn’t work at all.

Roble was being colored by the tower’s way of thinking without even realizing it.

Realizing this, Roble was engulfed in shock, and she desperately shook off the memories of the underground.

‘Rohika won’t keep this up for long. That child will soon be tamed. It’s not my concern.’

Roble thought so and forgot about that girl. She felt like she had to.

But contrary to Roble’s wishes, that girl did not easily disappear.

Far from disappearing, exactly three years later, she intruded into Roble’s life in a more shocking manner than before.

(This is a time separator.)

That day was the day when Roble held the 78th purification ceremony as a saint.

When she had just found out about the true nature of the tower, Roble had felt ashamed to sing in front of people. But after the shame had dulled over eight years, she felt nothing now. She just wanted to finish quickly and go down.

‘Only twentytwo more times after this…’

Roble muttered to herself as she looked at the nobles sporadically filling the tower’s terrace.

The term of a saint ends honorably with the holding of 100 purification ceremonies. She wasn’t even halfway there now, but instead of feeling excited as her term drew to a close, Roble was tormented by new pressures.

‘The new saint will despise me too.’

When my term ends, and the next saint is chosen, she will also be invited to the tower’s underground. Then, just like I did, she will feel disillusioned by the previous saints. By the accomplices of the tower who lure slaves while wearing noble masks.

She had barely endured it, and now she had to suffer from this fear again.

Roble resented the previous saints who told her nothing, then realized that she was no different from them and became disheartened.
She also could not say anything to her precious younger sister who said she would become a saint following her. Although it’s agonizing not to be able to endure the child being frustrated like herself, or knowing her own cowardice, Robelle had no strength.

The greatest adults in the Tuha family were the saints of previous generations. And they were hoping.

That as they have overcome the hardship and raised the name of Tuha, the young daughters of the family would also do so, so that the future of Tuha shines, so that there’s no deficiency in their remaining life.

Noble Saint Robelle of Tuha did not even have the strength to overcome the pressure of her family, so she could not say anything to her sister.

Eventually, the saints were in the same situation as the girls trapped underground. An attractive slave tied to beauty.

The consolation was that the situation was better than the children in the underground.

Being a noble, there was no need to sacrifice a lifespan.

Able to live an elegant life as the price of cowardice.

Not being trampled without choice, but stepping on with a sorry appearance.

Robelle was disgusted with all of this, but, like a welltrained saint, she smiled towards the blue lake without showing it.

Then it was time to open her mouth to mimic the song of the dragon.

Somewhere, a resonating voice intercepted the saint’s song.

Startled by the vivid sound of the song in her ears, Robelle lifted her head.

A girl leaning out of a window in the middle of a tower was seen from a high place.

“What is that?”

The girl had disheveled her long black hair and was dressed in plain white clothes. So the nobles thought some mad servant was disturbing the purification ceremony and murmured.

But their questions and complaints were erased the next moment.

Because the girl had released an unbelievable tone with a loud voice.

The nobles were frozen by the overwhelming voice. The purifiers were also spellbound as they stared at the girl.

And Robelle alone realized the identity of the girl and was shocked.

‘How did she escape?’

Robelle was sure that the girl was an escapee from the underground. Only the girls trapped underground could sing so chillingly.

It was an utterly difficult situation, but for some reason, Robelle could not move. The girl’s song invaded arbitrarily and stole anxiety from the saint. Even the saint who knew the situation was helplessly fascinated by the song.

The girl’s song gently overwhelmed those who listened.

So everyone was listening comfortably, but at one moment, the girl’s tone rose and stole their breaths. The nobles clenched their gloves and garments to the song demanding surrender.

Then a wind blew from somewhere. Then the calm surface of the lake began to ripple.

The nobles alternated between looking at the shaking lake and the girl wrapped in the wind, surprised. Some doubted if they were dreaming.

The atmosphere moved in response to the girl’s song. It seemed as if the world was specially cherishing and caressing the girl.

This alone was miraculous, but an even more unbelievable thing happened.

“That……!”

Exclamations burst from here and there.

The girl’s black hair had brightened into a brilliant water hue in front of everyone’s eyes.

It was the miracle of the first saint.

A scene from a childhood myth had torn the wornout book pages and arrived in reality.

The nobles could not bear it and got up from their seats to see the girl better. The purifiers were pale in disbelief at the unbelievable song, and Saint Robelle wanted to cry vaguely.

They all gazed at the girl singing, separated from the world.

A moment later, the song that filled the time, whether eternal or fleeting, ended. And complete silence arrived.

No one opened their mouths. There was not even anyone who dared to move. They were engulfed in shock, and with silence, they revered the girl.

Then the girl who finished singing threw something out of the window. It was a long, fluttering string, a ribbon.