"Recently, the Demon Lord's army has started to grow back into what it used to be back in the day. At this rate, it won't be long before they have enough firepower to take over the continent!" "Commander! Please let us charge towards his castle!" "Silence! Doing so would only feed him more bodies to reanimate! We wait for reinforcement from the kingdom before we move!" The atmosphere around the camps was tense and fearful. All it needed was one small flap of a butterfly wing, and that would cause the soldiers around to lose their feet and fall down in despair at their predicament. The frontline has always been cruel to them. Every day, more and more casualties rise in numbers, more families back home mourn for their loss, and more tears are shed across the kingdom. But they never waver. If it weren't for them holding the Demon Lord's army in check at the front line, then their family would be the next victim. All the soldiers hold the same mindset in their minds; none were willing to just wait for their death to arrive, knocking on their door. With how aggressive the monsters have been getting recently, it's getting harder and harder to stand their ground. With the lack of logistic support due to it being intercepted by the Demon Lord's army, their food reserves are running out. It was only a matter of time before they either succumbed to becoming nutrients for the monsters or they themselves lacked the nutrients to keep going. It was at this critical moment that everyone on the battlefield felt the divine aura that had been suppressed all this time under everyone's eyes. Silence ensued as a white-haired girl walked towards the commander. The soldier's gaze followed that figure with a precise gaze. "Receiving the Kingdom's call, I have arrived to support the front line against the monsters ravaging the land." The soft voice echoed. Although it was said in a low tone, almost everyone heard it due to the lack of any other sound. The commander fell to his knees, followed by the soldiers in unison. "We greet the Saintess!" "...Please show me the way to the injured." --- With the support of the Saintess on the battlefield, the Kingdom was able to crush the Demon Lord's army against all odds. When the Saintess returned from the battlefield, a massive banquet had been prepared in advance. Yet, she herself never attended it. --- Back in her own room, Saintess Cecilia rubbed her own arms, her body shivering in pleasure and satisfaction. "Heh... Hng...! What a good harvest that was~" In a tone that was unbefitting of her status, she lay on the bed, her heart pounding as she reminisced about the battlefield. "Pain, pain, pain, pain... It was very painful! Extremely painful!" She muttered to herself, not minding the fact that anyone could be listening in, as she had already put out a sound barrier around the room. "It felt so good...!" Her pupils turned to heart as she looked at her own hands. "...Heh, another session wouldn't hurt, right?" She grabbed her finger, holding it in a way that seemed unnatural. Then, she put some force into them and... CRACK "Hng~!" Then, another. "Ah~! And another. "Ung~!" It was another day of feeding her masochistic tendency. --- A book that I'd be writing every day from now on to build discipline. Sorry if the quality drops at any point. (Minimum 1500 words per chapter)