“Seonnyeo. You take after me, so you must help people.”
I made a vow every single time I faced my mother’s teachings: I would never live as a shaman like her.
I spent my whole life avoiding the spirits until I died, and the place I arrived was… A Western Romance Fantasy world where I wouldn’t need such vows! However…
[Can you hear my voice? From now on, you are the Saintess appointed by us!]
No, why is the king here treating me like a shaman too?!
[Your deceased grandmother is hovering around that man.]
“My dear James, have you been well?” “G-Grandma…?!”
I shook the brass bells, showing off a flashy snap of my wrist.
“That woman you intend to marry… Absolutely not!”
I’m someone who even died trying to reject this kind of life in my past. Why on earth am I doing this right now…?
To make matters worse, when I went to meet the Emperor as the god ordered, the murderous aura he gave off was no joke.
“Calling yourself a ‘Saintess’—a figure that only appears in ancient legends. This isn’t child’s play.”
…You’re saying I have to convince this man to prevent the destruction of the world? Why did it have to be a guy who hates religion!