Sweetheart 033

In the scene, the golden letters begin to turn blood red. Josephina finally collapsed with a thud.

“Saintess!”

The priests rushed over urgently. Josephina, gasping for breath, kept her eyes on the stone tablet.

It’s a dream. This must be a terrible nightmare.

Josephina tried to deny the reality.

“Saintess, are you alright?”

But the priests’ voices sounded too vivid. Josephina shakes off their hands in a convulsion.

“Let go of me!”

“Saintess…”

The priests looked at Josephina in a daze. She suddenly came to her senses.

“Saintess, has an ominous oracle been delivered?”

The priests asked, filled with fear. Josephina suppressed her desire to kill them.

“No. A very good message has been delivered.”

“A good message?”

“The end of a great evil is near, so prepare for it.”

“But isn’t that the same as the first oracle?”

Josephina turned her head toward the voice. With murderous eyes, she glared at the speaker.

“Are you doubting me now?”

The priest was startled and shook his head.

“No, it’s not like that. I just…”

“Are you questioning me, the representative chosen by the goddess?”

As Josephina flicked her hand, a purple sphere flickered above her palm.

“Look closely. Whose power do you think I am using right now?”

“Saintess.”

“If not the power of the goddess, then what is this!”

Josephina strode forward, causing others to step aside, naturally making way for her. The priest facing her alone trembled like a leaf.

“Saintess, I have committed a grave sin. Please, forgive me.”

“How dare you, a mere priest, doubt me, the representative of the Goddess and the owner of the Nine Wings. How dare you!”

The purple sphere expanded momentarily before shooting like an arrow into the priest’s chest.

“Ah, ah…”

The priest looked down at his chest in disbelief, where the sphere had struck, staining the area red.

He vomited blood and collapsed.

Josephina looked down coldly at the fallen priest before turning away. None of the other priests dared to stop her.

“The ritual is over! Prepare to return to the temple!”

Josephina, seated in her palanquin, extended her hand outside. A paladin in white quickly approached and bowed.

“Your command, Saintess?”

“During the ritual, I saw many irreverent priests. Ensure they never catch my eye again. Deal with them cleanly.”

“As you command.”

The paladins entered the temple.

Soon after, sounds of pleading and screams began to emanate from the prayer room.

Josephina glared in that direction for a moment, then stepped down.

‘This can’t be.’

She clasped her trembling hands. Her previously confident demeanor seemed false now, her complexion pale.

‘The true Daughter of the Goddess appears? Me, a fake? Impossible!’

As soon as the palanquin stopped, she rushed out before anyone could open the door for her.

Ignoring the courtiers staring at her in confusion, she ran and ran.

‘I am not a fake. I am the real one! The true representative of the Goddess!’

Her destination was her own bedroom. She locked the door behind her, ensuring no one could follow, and started searching the floor.

As soon as Josephina found the familiar butterfly pattern, she infused it with her power.

Moments later, the stone floor transformed into a wooden door.

Click. She hastily opened the door, revealing an old chest. With trembling hands, Josephina opened the lid.

[A temporary Saintess on borrowed time, how pitiful. Even the Goddess is too harsh. If she intended to take it back, she shouldn’t have given it in the first place. Such a cruel fate for a fifteen-year-old girl.]

[Don’t you want to become the real thing? Just join hands with me. We’ll show the conceited Goddess the power of humans. Then you can remain a Saintess forever.]

[This is the token of our contract. If you keep your promise to me, I will also assist you to the end.]

Josephina, seeing ‘that’ faintly glowing inside the chest, contorted her face as if she were about to cry.

“It’s here. It’s still here.”

‘He’ has not abandoned her yet.

Therefore, she is indeed the chosen representative of the Goddess.

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