The Freed S*aves Became Obsessed

"You will never hear the voice of God."

The voice of God.

Hearing divine revelation had been Elise's long-standing desire, her very purpose in life.

Yet Antonious had outright denied it.

Elise furrowed her brows at his declaration.

"On what grounds do you say that?"

"You should be asking the opposite question. Where, and from whom, did you hear anything that made you believe the voice of God exists?"

"That’s, of course…."

God was not merely an abstract entity. Divine power, distinct from magic, existed, and there were the Celestials, said to be the descendants of angels.

In moments of crisis, when the faithful prayed with all their heart, miracles—though rare—did occur.

God undoubtedly existed.

Even now, He must be watching from the heavens above. It was only natural for Elise to anticipate a divine revelation.

Surely, God wasn’t mute.

"I, too, once harbored the same hope as you. I firmly believed that if I prayed to the Lord, I could overcome any crisis. I had no doubt that salvation would come."

"……."

"But it never did. No matter how much I pleaded, how fervently I prayed, salvation never came. Only after everything had passed did I realize—waiting idly would never bring salvation."

Antonious spoke in a bitter tone, his eyes clouded with deep regret.

A faint fear stirred within Elise. The fear that she, too, might one day be like him—someone left without salvation.

Just looking at him felt like sinking into a swamp.

She shook her head, brushing aside her unease.

"I'm different from you, Grandfather. I am qualified."

She was the Saintess of Balance.

The corrector who would bring forth a new order.

Even among the faithful, she was not just another worshipper—she stood above them all.

"Wait idly? No, even without praying, it will come to me first."

Because she would make it so.