The Saint of the Labyrinth Is Adored by Monsters~ Though I Was Exiled and Left to Die in the Forest of Abyss, I Offered Prayers to God and Before I Knew It, It Became a Sanctuary – Chapter 128

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟖: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

《Thirteen Side》

Having received Ouma’s blood, Thirteen was supposed to have gone berserk and died.

. . . . . . However, he regained consciousness.

『Ah, wh. . . . . .where am I. . . . . .What the. . . . . .?』

“Have you woken up?”

In front of Thirteen’s eyes stands a beautiful woman with jade-green hair.

『W, Who are you. . . . . .?』

“I am Martel. I was once the Tree King, but have evolved into the Spirit of the World Tree.”

As he converses with Martel. . . . . .

His consciousness clears up.

『! Did I. . . . . .did I not die. . . . . .?』

“Yes, you died. But you are in a state of suspended animation.”

『Suspended animation. . . . . .?』

Martel points to the ground.

There lies Thirteen’s body.

It means he currently exists only as a soul.

『Am I. . . . . .alive?』

“If Kyrie heals you and Vajra lifts the time stop, your soul can return to your body. But there’s a problem.”

『A problem. . . . . .?』

Honestly, there are too many problems.

He doesn’t even know why he’s here.

“Once your soul returns to your body, it will go berserk again due to Ouma’s blood.”

『! . . . . . . I see.』

Thirteen vaguely remembers.

The time he went berserk, turning into an abomination called a black monkey.

. . . . . . He had thought Ouma was a good boss.

But in the end, he was betrayed.

Deemed worthless for losing, he was discarded.

“What will you do? You could move on to the heavens. . . . . .or be resurrected.”

『What. . . . . .? Resurrected?』

“Yes. With the power of our Holy Demon King-sama, you can live again.”

Next to Martel stands a young girl.

Kyrie・Inori. The Holy Demon King.

He aimed for her life. . . . . .the opponent.

. . . . . .It was unforgivable.

『I’d rather die like this.』

“Why is that?”

『! You. . . . . .you can see me?』

“Yes, I’m borrowing Martel-san’s skill.”

Martel has the eyes of a spirit, capable of seeing things most cannot.

Once before, Kyrie was able to converse with the late Holy Demon King, Ellison.

This was possible due to borrowing Martel’s power.

“Mr. Thirteen, are you truly okay with dying? Do you have no lingering attachments to this world. . . . . .?”

『. . . . . . None.』

His response was immediate.

『. . . . . . I don’t have a reason to live anymore.』

“That’s a lie.”

Kyrie, too, immediately responded.

Thirteen is surprised by how quickly she answered.

『Why do you think that?』

“You have very sad eyes.”

Kyrie approaches him.

Touches the cheek of the soul-only Thirteen.

It’s warm. A very warm feeling is flowing in.

It’s impossible to touch a soul with a physical body.

So this warmth must be the temperature of Kyrie’s soul.

She genuinely sympathizes with Thirteen.

“Would you mind sharing? Do you have some regrets?”

. . . . . . Sensing the warmth from Kyrie’s soul, Thirteen opens up his heart.


『I used to be. . . . . .the leader of Monkey Mountain. The White Monkey. That was me before I evolved.』

Before he had the name Thirteen, he lived happily with his friends on Round Table Mountain.

But one day, a demon called Ouma invaded their peaceful lives.

Armed with weapons, Ouma tried to forcibly seize Round Table Mountain.

Thirteen attempted to fight back.

However, he had no choice but to acknowledge defeat in the face of Ouma’s overwhelming power.

To save his friends, Thirteen pleaded for their lives.

He begged to spare them.

Then Ouma said that if Thirteen joined him, he would let the others go.

Reluctantly, for the sake of his friends, he became a follower of Ouma.

『Why. . . . . .had I forgotten all that?』

After narrating his past, Thirteen was shocked.

He had forgotten that crucial memory until now.

“Probably, your memory was suppressed. Demon Kings have the authority to force their subordinates to obey.”

『That bastard Ouma. . . . . .!!』

His precious memories with his friends had been sealed by Ouma.

He had been working as a subordinate of Ouma, forgetting all about it.

And once he became useless, he was tossed aside.

Such was the injustice of Ouma’s behavior. . . . . .

Thirteen was filled with anger. . . . . .

Kyrie was crying. . . . . .

『Why are you crying?』

“I’m sorry. . . . . .but it’s just. . . . . .you’re so pitiful. . . . . .”

What a kind person she is.

This girl is crying for someone she hardly knows.

She even feels compassion for the person who tried to kill her.

“Mr. Thirteen. . . . . .You mustn’t die. You have friends waiting for your return.”


Those who care for him.

Thirteen sacrificed himself to protect his friends from Ouma.

『Would everyone. . . . . .be waiting for me?』

Even though he had forgotten them all this while.

Then Kyrie closed her eyes and offered a prayer.

“God. . . . . .please allow Mr. Thirteen and his friends to be reunited.”

And then something miraculous happened.

From Kyrie’s body emerged glowing wings.

And as the light shone brighter. . . . . .

“Ook, ook. . . . . .?” “Ookyo?” “Ookyo Ookyo?”

There they were. . . . . .a group of familiar White Monkeys.

They were Thirteen’s friends.

“Everyone. . . . . .”


The next thing he knew, Thirteen was back in his original form.

When his friends realized it was him, they hugged him.

His friends recognized him, even in his changed form.

“How. . . . . .why. . . . . .?”

“You see, friendships don’t change. Even if you look different, your heart remains the same.”

Kyrie smiled.

His friends also nodded in agreement.

“A, Ah, ah. . . . . .ah, ahhhhhhhhhh! I’ve been longing to see you aaall!”

Thirteen bursts into joyful tears.

Witnessing this, Martel gives a nod of approval.

“Bringing back friends through the recollection of memories, removing curses from one’s form, and even reviving the deceased. . . . . .achieving all these miraculous tasks at once is nothing less than extraordinary. Truly, Kyrie is remarkable.”

After a joyful reunion with his friends, Thirteen deeply bows his head to Kyrie.

“Thank you, Kyrie-sama. . . . . .”

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