The Fake Was Thrown Away

“[even if they call me a fake saint, it doesn't matter. i've gained the power to seek revenge with trustworthy comrades.] for a long time, i lived as an empire's hero's cure. i participated in countless demon subjugations, shedding blood without end. then, one day, a woman appeared, claiming to be the real saint. “how could she deceive everyone for so long?” “i can't believe it. doesn't she feel any shame?” and then, as if waiting for it, they all turned their backs on me, pointing their fingers at me as a 'fake.' “i'm not doing it.” “…what?” “i said i'm not going to be a saint.” “….” so, in my anger and recklessness, i beat them all to a pulp. when i dropped the mace i was holding on the ground, the solid marble floor instantly shattered. “that's why i told you, the ones who are doing well should stick together.”