People didn’t know that being a saint was actually to be a sacrifice itself. They only knew that the virtue of a saint involves a sacrifice.Why am I alive?’A product of benevolence and a symbol of sacrifice.Niniya’s duty should have ended when she was sacrificed.***A large hand clasped Niniya’s neck and she felt a chill.Niniya had said the same thing over and over again.“…I’m sorry.”His anger was blatantly obvious for Niniya to see.The red fierce gaze bored into Niniya’s very soul.“What the hell should I use you for?
