“……”
Muriel directed her unfocused, hollow eyes toward the sunlight pouring from the blue sky. Her chapped lips moved slightly.
“Oh, Strict Order and Goodness…”
She clung to the name of the fallen god like a specter, offering up a prayer.
“Your faithful servant beseeches you… Please save me from this world filled with chaos and destruction…”
Muriel’s perception of the world differed from that of ordinary people. While everyone else lived in a peaceful world, she alone was in hell.
Her true identity was Muriel Elinas, the Holy Saint of the Church of Order. As the sole saintess blessed with the love of the god, she had monopolized the most special position.
Even when she was scorned as a false saintess by the Church of Order and imprisoned in an underground dungeon, her pride in herself remained unshaken.
However, on the day she…