"Fairy. You’re like me, so you have to help people."
Every time my mother said that, I made the same silent vow.
I won’t live as a shaman like her.
But after dying while trying to escape the gods, I woke up in a Western fantasy romance world, one where I thought I’d finally be free of fate and divine nonsense.
Except...
[Can you hear our voices? From this moment on, you’ve been appointed as our Saintess!]
Seriously. Why are the gods here calling me a fairy too?!
[Your late grandmother is hovering around that man.]
"James, my dear, have you been well?"
"G– Grandma...?!"
I snapped my wrist with practiced flair, bells chiming through the air.
"You're planning to marry that woman? That’s not happening."
I literally died in my previous life trying to run away from this kind of destiny.
So why am I doing this all over again...?
Dragged along by divine orders, I go to meet the Emperor, just to find out his killing intent is absolutely insane.
"A Saintess? That’s something out of ancient legends. This isn’t children’s play."
...Wait. I have to convince this guy to prevent the end of the world?
Why does it have to be a religion-hating Emperor?!
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