I’ve Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well

“You’ve arrived.”

The man sitting on the throne spoke.
The one who had once been a hero rose from his seat.
The one who sought to become the Demon King stood up.

“I’ve been waiting.”

In the past, when this otherworld teetered on the brink of destruction, countless people had rallied under the banner of defeating the Demon King, fighting as self-proclaimed heroes.

In the end, it was he who became the true hero. He was skilled at reading human desires, and he knew how to fully exploit his own value.@@novelbin@@

To the mage, driven by greed, he offered endless riches.
To the spearman, who longed for glory, he promised fame.
To the holy knight, craving strength, he guaranteed the ultimate equipment.

And with a whisper of love in their ears, everything fell into place with ease.

He was handsome.
He was extraordinarily talented and eloquent.
The title of "true hero" bestowed upon him by the Saint only further solidified his perfection.

He thought of himself as flawless. The party he had carefully assembled was ideal in every way.
And thanks to this, the hero’s party managed to overcome grueling battles and defeat the Demon King.

All that remained was to build his utopia, shaped entirely by his desires.

But there was one thing—just one piece—that he could never obtain.

The heart of the Saint.

The hero had failed to discern her desires.
No matter how many tricks or schemes he used, she refused to give him her heart or her love.

She remained ever pure.
Eternally beautiful.

And one day, she disappeared.
As if she had never existed in the first place.

The hero was left to ponder. With the Saint gone, he was no longer the "true hero." The people might still call him a hero, but to him, it was meaningless. Without her, he couldn’t complete his ideal future, couldn’t satisfy his deepest desire.

Unfulfilled longing. Endless deficiency. A thirst that could not be quenched.
Faced with this void, the hero’s choice was simple.