"Scoundrel! Is this a place where you can make such noise?" A guard rushed forward, sternly reprimanding Will.
"Quickly, bring Lyon and Matthew out!" Will shouted anxiously at the guard.
"Do you think you can casually call out the name of Pope Matthew?"
"Less talk!" Will retorted.
"Damn it, I'll teach you a lesson!" the guard growled.
"You may go," a familiar voice interrupted. It was Lyon, the general who oversaw the holy knights.
"Yes, Sir Lyon," the guard suddenly stopped, bowed to Lyon, and withdrew.
"I apologize, but Pope Matthew is currently not within the Holy Church," Lyon said.
"Sir Lyon, please, save her! I know you can do it," Will implored desperately, rushing forward, cradling Mary's form.
"Quickly, lay her down. Holy knights indeed have the power to heal with their divine force, but it is a highly difficult technique that requires immense spiritual energy. I don't know if I am capable, but I must try," Lyon said.
"Alright!" Will gently placed Mary on the ground. Lyon knelt beside her, placing his hand near her nose.
"Good, she still has a faint breath," Lyon murmured.
Lyon closed his eyes, adjusting his breath. He pressed his hands together as though performing a sacred ritual. After a moment, a golden aura began to emanate from his hands, a warm and radiant energy. Lyon opened his eyes and moved his hands swiftly toward Mary's body. Just as he was about to make contact, the warm aura weakened and dissipated.
"It's no use; my strength is insufficient," Lyon panted, looking exhausted. It was clear the effort had drained him.
"Damn it!" Will sank to the floor in despair, angrily pounding the ground with his fist. Meanwhile, Mary, lying on the ground, slowly turned her head, offering a faint smile as she looked at Will's face.
"Mary! Mary, you're going to be alright..." Will tried to comfort her, but he felt utterly powerless, watching as Mary's body grew colder by the second.
A surge of frustration, anger, and regret welled up within Will. Overcome by emotion, he knelt, bowing his head and sobbing uncontrollably. This was the first time in his life that he had cried so deeply.
"Will?" At that moment, Eddie, who had been dragging Donald along, entered the Holy Church's hall. He was shocked by what he saw. This was the first time he had seen Will in such a broken state.
"No... Is it too late?" Eddie asked, moving to Lyon's side, his eyes wide with disbelief. Lyon remained silent, shaking his head in response.
"I'm sorry, Will," Lyon said, his voice heavy. "My spiritual energy... it is still insufficient."
"No, it's not your fault. It's my own rashness... I failed to protect her," Will sobbed, his voice barely audible.
"Will..." Eddie tried to console him.
"It's because I'm not strong enough... it's all my fault..." In utter despair, Will slowly stood, but his expression remained ashen, devoid of hope.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Will tilted his head back and let out an anguished roar at the sky.
In that instant, a massive surge of golden energy erupted from Will's body, a force as radiant and powerful as the aura Lyon had tried to summon—only this time, it was far stronger. The golden energy enveloped Will's entire body.
"What...?" Eddie gasped, taken aback by the sight before him.
"No... this can't be. Will should have expelled all his holy water. He shouldn't be able to access the divine power of a holy knight anymore," Lyon said, wide-eyed with disbelief.
"Will! Use your divine power to save her—you must be able to do it!" Lyon shouted urgently.
Hearing Lyon's plea, Will, still unsure of the situation, knelt again, mimicking Lyon's previous actions. He gently placed his glowing hands on Mary's body.
"Focus!" Lyon urged.
Will closed his eyes, concentrating with all his might. In his mind, only one thought remained: he must save Mary. Slowly, the golden energy began to flow from Will's body, surging toward Mary's lifeless form. Gradually, her wounds began to heal under the golden aura.
"I've never seen such powerful spiritual energy. Not even Pope Matthew has this kind of strength," Lyon marveled.
"Stronger than Pope Matthew?" Eddie asked in astonishment.
"Yes. What we see now—the golden aura emanating from him—is a manifestation of his spiritual energy. I can only concentrate my energy in my hands, and even then, it only lasts for a brief moment. But Will—his spiritual power continues to flow from his body, enveloping him entirely, and he can sustain it for so long. It's truly beyond belief."
"This is... a miracle?" Eddie whispered, awe-struck.
"Do you believe in miracles?" Lyon asked.
"I do—Will is a miracle."
"Even though Will has expelled all the holy water, as a normal person, he shouldn't be able to wield the divine power of a holy knight. But now, an unimaginable power is erupting from him. It's incomprehensible, unless..."
"Unless what?" Eddie asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Unless... he is a saint."
"A saint?"
"Yes, they are the descendants of the ancient holy knights—individuals who can wield divine power without needing to drink holy water. However, that is thought to be merely a legend."
"Yet... looking at Will, I'm inclined to believe it's more than a legend," Eddie said with a proud smile.
Meanwhile, Will, exhausted from using his divine energy to heal Mary, collapsed in sheer fatigue.
"Will! Will!" Eddie rushed to his side.
"I... I'm fine. Just a bit tired. Please, check on Mary," Will murmured weakly, lying on the ground.
Lyon quickly moved to Mary's side, placing a finger near her nose.
"She's breathing! She's alive!" Lyon exclaimed with joy.
"That's... that's a relief," Will whispered weakly.
"You did it, Will! You're incredible! You're not just anyone—you'll definitely become a great hero!" Eddie said, his excitement overwhelming him as he helped Will to his feet.
"Alright, let's not waste any more time. We need to interrogate Donald. Tomorrow is the third day," Will said, standing and addressing Lyon.