Chapter 1 (1/2)

Annie’s eyes, when she heard the voice, were hazy.

—Come on, now!

Dania quickly ordered Annie one more time. Annie wasn’t aware of the situation, under Dania’s command, she pressed her hands on her tongue.

Dania didn’t miss this moment. No, she couldn’t miss it. This is the only girl who can hear her command.

There was no hesitation because it was a moment that she had been eagerly waiting for.

Squeezing all her strength, she bit her own tongue hard. Subsequently, a painful pain that was unbearable hit her.

‘That’s it.’

Only then came a hazy smile dawned on Dania’s face, which had been expressionless all the time.

“Oh my god! Annie! What have you done….! No! Call the Saintess right now!”

Rachel, who belatedly realized Dania’s condition, screamed. Helen poured out her divine power to heal Dania, but it was useless. In order to prevent Dania from using her divine power, they tied her whole body on a leash that can hold off divine power.

Dania’s condition worsened beyond control. It didn’t take a long time.

In just a few seconds, Dania was completely stopped breathing.

“No way—”

Rahel sank to the floor with a puzzled look. Helen also stared blankly at Dana, trembling because didn’t know what to do.

Under their gaze, Dania cooled coldly on the cold prison floor.

A lonely and pitiful death.

It was the 14th death of the real saint who was thoroughly concealed.

***

“Dania?”

I woke up to a voice calling my name.

As I blinked my eyes a couple of times to keep the blurry focus, the voice came closer.

“Daina? Are you all right?”

I turned my head slowly toward a voice that was resented by the deep in my heart.

‘Lavienne.’

The moment I saw her, my heart fell to the floor and crushed. It was the young Lavienne who called me Dania, an indescribable anger wound around my whole body.

“And….”

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was resurrected. I choked up with nausea.

“Dania, are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the treatment room?”

Lavienne looked very worried at me as she turned pale. The friendly and amiable appearance of Lavienne was quite different from the version of her in prison.

“Oh, no. I don’t feel well. Thank you for your concern, Miss Lavienne.”

I barely managed to open my lips to respond.

“Dania, I’m disappointed if you say call me that. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Friends.”

I smiled bitterly at Lavienne’s words. At the same time, an old memory in prison came to my mind.

“Miss Lavienne! Please let me go! We’re friends! Yeah?”

“What? Ahahaha. Friend? Are you crazy? Am I supposed to be friends with something like you? Did you really think so? That’s stupid.”

“But-but … we’ve been friends—”

“Dania, listen carefully. I never thought of you as a friend for a single moment. How can you, an orphan, and I be friends? You and I live in different worlds.”

The appearance of Lavienne was all pretense. Now that I knew the true nature of Lavienne so well, I was just disgusted by her.

“You’re so weird today. Why don’t you tell the nun and take a rest?”

“I should.”

I didn’t want to interact with Lavienne if I can, but I forced myself to smile in order not to raise suspicion.

Looking around belatedly, it seemed like it’s time for the class to strengthen divine power. I could see the faces of the female candidates who had been training together as a child.

“I don’t know why Lady Lavienne even talks to such a girl.”

“I know. There’s a level even among the candidates.”

Even from far away, I heard them grumbling. But I turned away from them with a look that I had heard nothing.

[ Lavienne de Braons. ]

The only daughter of the Braons House that has produced the most female saints in history. Lavienne was the foremost among the Saints candidates, not only because of her noble origin, but also her divine abilities.

She was someone who was born with everything under God’s love. No one doubted that Lavienne would be the next saint. Everyone wanted her to be a saint for the peace and prosperity of the temple.

I did, too. Lavienne was once a kind person who paid attention to myself. the orphan.

I stopped thinking and stood up.

As I approached the nun who was watching another candidate, she frowned and turned her head.

“What’s the matter?”

“I have a bad headache, can I go get some medicine?”

“I told you, you don’t have talent, so you should try twice as hard as other candidates.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Puh. Go ahead.”

My heart throbbed in the eyes of Sister Laura, who was not happy to see me as if she saw a bug.

It was a familiar gaze to me, an orphan. Dania, whose divine power was ignored because of her origin.

I bowed silently and left the training room.

As soon as I came out into the empty hallway, my legs wobbled. It was because the tension was eased late.