Exhaling a breath of white air, Grush looked up at the high mountains, one of the birthplaces of the Mendes Continent's water system, the peaks that reached into the clouds were all white, and they seemed to shine in the sun, full of a holy beauty.

For a few months, Grush had been part of the relief effort, but the work of rebuilding a city was enormous, and he could not help much.

After the city's inhabitants had endured their grief and stabilized the city, Grush left with guilt, believing that it was his fault that the tower had been 'awakened', and that the survivors of the castle had been slaughtered......

He left the town after the inhabitants of Marat had settled down and were ready to rebuild the town.

Knowing that the monks would also be there to help the inhabitants of Marat rebuild the town, and that there should be no more problems, Grush felt guilty and left the broken town as if he had run away.

The deaths weighed on his heart like a mountain, leaving him breathless.

As he walked on the Eagle Plateau, he met an old monk of great wisdom, and when he stood in front of him, the monk felt like the sun to him, and he could only compare it to the 'moon' at best.

He knew that this was a legend, if not a legend, but a very powerful 'transcendent'.

When he met the old monk, the old monk had already seen the gloom in his heart and relieved him after he confided in him, but that did not ease his guilt.

Later, the old monk proposed another way for him to walk towards the highest peak of the Orff Mountains - without any armor, but in a cloth garment other than weapons.

Grush did so, and he can say with certainty that it worked.

In the freezing season, the rough footboard clings to the snow, and everything is wrapped up in a single back and carried behind him.

There was nothing else on his body except for a set of cloth clothes that had not been changed for a long time.

The sword belt was wrapped around his waist, and Grushh wore the worn-out long sword at his waist, pressed his left hand on the hilt of the sword, and held the [Principle of Justice] in his right hand, and walked towards the highest mountain on the Burning Eagle Plateau.

After two months of close contact with the earth, the feet have developed a thick layer of calluses, and at first they still feel pain, but now they don't feel anything.

In addition to eating, drinking, and resting all day, Grush spent the rest of his time walking.

He didn't rush towards the mountain, because it wouldn't have any effect, and if he wanted to calm his heart, he couldn't make his heart impatient in the first place.

Two months of eating, drinking, two months of silence, two months of thinking and walking......

At first, he would toss and turn during breaks, but as time progressed, the irritability in his heart slowly disappeared.

After two months, his eyes were clear again, and after two months, he was able to 'see' again!

Placing the Principle of Justice in front of his chest, Grush bowed deeply in the direction he had come from.

He didn't know if the direction he had come in was the same direction he had met the old monk, but he needed to be thankful, he needed a sincere thanks.

After two months, Grush finally understood what he wanted to do - he had found his original intention!

This ascetic journey, against the cold wind, barefoot, eating and drinking dew life made him lose a lot of weight, but he found himself on the journey and let his soul return to his body.

From now on, he can call himself the Hand of Justice, and he no longer needs to be humble, even if others will say that he is 'unashamed', but he is the Hand of Justice.

The power given to him by the God of Justice has been completely digested, and all the effects have been removed.

"Huh!"

After two months, Grush opened his mouth for the first time.

He laughed, looking at the holy mountain, and he laughed, laughing in his own voice that had somehow become hoarse.

He is still Grush, but he will no longer be influenced by the divine power given to him by the God of Justice, and he will become a 'saint' who can only be compassionate to people all the time.

The erosion of divine power on him had been completely eliminated, and it was only now that he knew that the old monk had already seen this, but he did not point it out clearly, but let him save himself in an obscure way.

This method must be completed with a pure heart, if there is even a little bit of utilitarianism in the heart, even if you walk thousands of miles barefoot, it will not produce any effect.

After standing on the snow and looking at it for a while, Grush lifted his steps and continued walking towards the high mountain.

Even though he had recovered and digested the power of the Legend and become stronger, he still wanted to finish this journey and complete it.

Before him, there may have been many people who have walked this path for various reasons like him, maybe not from his direction, but they have taken the same 'mental path'.

I don't know how many people succeeded, I don't know how many people gave up halfway, none of these things, but Grush just wanted to finish.

At this time, he didn't have any impulse in his heart, he just wanted to finish this road, even if he continued to walk, he would not gain anything.

Grush took a deep breath and sucked the cold air into his lungs, the snow swirling around him, swaying with the wind, but he was used to the temperature, or rather, he was no longer afraid of it.

The frost could not penetrate his body, and as he walked under the gloomy sky, a ray of light rose from his heart and came out of his body.

The Paladin's steps were steady, as if he were now his will, unaffected by the flying snow and winds around him.

With a smile on his face, Grush slowly walked towards the mountain, and when he reached the foot of the mountain, he looked up, and it was not long before he set out again, walking towards the mountain.

The footsteps left behind him were not covered by the flying snow, and every footprint seemed to leave a deep mark on the earth, which could not be erased.

As he continued his ascent towards the mountain, no monsters or animals approached him, and they stood in the distance, watching from afar as the strange and powerful creature made its way to the top.

The light from the surface of his body was like firelight, and Grush headed towards the top of the mountain, as if he were adding firewood to the fire, and the flame burned brighter and brighter.

The gentle glow flickered at first like a flame exposed to the wind.

As Grush climbed, the light slowly stabilized, emitting a faint shimmer.

As he continued to walk upward, the snowflakes that fell from the sky fell to his side, and they had already quietly dispersed.

Then there was the snow at my feet, and in the cold wind and heavy snow, the snow quietly melted, revealing the black earth that had been buried deep in.

The soles of his feet stepped on the earth and stones, and Grush still had a smile on his face.

By this time, he had already crossed the halfway point of the mountain and continued to climb towards the top of the mountain.

The light shone all around, shining through the snow, spreading warmth to the mountain that has been covered in snow and ice all year round.

The holy warriors never sleeped, and in the process of climbing, they only symbolically ate some food and drank some snow water, and spent three days and three nights to reach the top of the mountain.

He came up, and so, he became the 'sun' - rising!

The light pierced through the clouds and echoed the sun hanging in the sky, and Grush looked up at the sun without being stinged in his eyes.

Because, too, he has become a light.

"I'm named Grush—"

Grush clenched his grip on the principles of justice and whispered, "Yes, the hand of justice!"

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