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

“Hahahaha!”

“You crazy bastard…!”

The holy knight of the hero’s party recoiled in sheer disgust.
She had fought countless battles and faced many formidable opponents—@@novelbin@@

“Hah-haha-ha!”

“Stop laughing and just go down already!”

—but she had never encountered anyone who enjoyed getting hit.

Smack! Thud! Crash!

A wild, frenzied slugfest erupted.

The holy knight, relying on her expensive equipment and sturdy shield, engaged Jason with efficient, well-measured tactics.
Even in a tank-versus-tank duel, there was always a superior combatant.
She should have been winning.

And yet—

“Hah! C’mon, hit me harder!”

“You goddamn perverted freak!”

The annoyingly good-looking man before her showed no signs of faltering.
No matter how many times she struck him, he just wouldn’t slow down.
His entire body was drenched in blood, yet instead of wearing down, he only seemed to grow more exhilarated.

He enjoyed the pain.
He wasn’t just resilient—he was a full-blown masochist among masochists.

The holy knight shuddered.
This wasn’t a matter of physical endurance anymore.
It was insanity.
He was an actual battle-crazed maniac who turned pain into pleasure.

“Ugh, just die already!”

With a disgusted yell, she swung her shield at him once more.

And at that moment—