Emily
"You........Aren't you the saint who gave up his life?"
"I'm impressed that you know me." It was just a guess. But as I looked at the saint again I wondered how he was still alive.
"How did you know that I was a saint?"
"It's my friend Fae, a fairy. She had once read a story about...... about your sacrifice. A picture of your face was painted on one of the pages." I had lied partially. But, at this point, I could not really think of anything else.
"I never knew that Supernaturals still read stories."
This saint was unpredictable. He wore a smile and I had a feeling that he hid his true colors behind his smile. He seemed to be like someone who was capable of remaining happy even if he killed. However, I failed to confirm my intuition as I tried to read his energy field.
"Water
