“Seon-nyeo. You resemble me, so you must help people.”

Before my mother’s teachings, I made the same vow every time.
That I would not live as a shaman like her.

The place I arrived at after dying while desperately avoiding the gods, was a Western romance fantasy world where such vows weren’t even necessary!

But then…

[Can you hear my voice? From now on, you are the Saintess we have appointed!]

No, why is the god here calling me Seong-nyeo (saintess) again?!

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[Your late grandmother is wandering around that man.]
“My James, have you been doing well?”

“G-grandma…?!”

I flaunted a flashy wrist snap and shook the bell.

“The woman you’re trying to marry… Absolutely not!”

I’m someone who died after rejecting this kind of life in my previous life. So why am I doing this now?

And on top of that, when I went to meet the emperor as the god ordered, the killing intent he gave off was no joke.

“To call someone a Saintess straight out of some ancient legend. This isn’t child’s play.”

To stop the destruction of the world, I have to persuade this man?

Why does it have to be a religion hater of all people!