A Saint Just Wants to Eat Ramen

I was reincarnated.

For a moment, I grieved the absurd death in my previous life, and then it seemed I had bitten into a diamond spoon.

A peerless beauty, a duke’s family wealth, loving parents who cherish their daughter, a harmonious family.

I was dreaming of nothing but a brilliant future… what?

“...No sugar?”

The national doctrine is to season food as little as possible?

Damn it. This is a housing scam! A reincarnation scam!

“I have received a divine revelation.”

“Priscilla, then... oh my, does that mean you’ve become the saint of the Iris Church?”

“No.”

I simply cannot live like this.

“Mother, Father. I’m converting.”

Even if it shocks my parents to the point of collapse, I will definitely escape this insane religion!

...But something feels off.

[System: Saint awakening complete.]

[System: Current job - “Apprentice Saint of the Amuir Church”]

The claim that I received a revelation was a lie?

I never intended to become a real saint...

[Penalty for failure - “Sugarcane” seeds destroyed]

Are you kidding me? What kind of penalty is that?

“...Ugh, stress. Something spicy. Give me something spicy.”

...For now, let’s eat first and think later.

***

Blake spoke, his eyes blazing.

“This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way. Now I can’t live without you......”

Enough.

“So you’d better not even think about leaving me.”

Stop saying you want to keep eating my food like some obsessive male lead.

I think I’ve gone and addicted the duke to K-spicy food.

Is this... really okay?