The Saintess Decides to Become the Destroyer King

“Mirope, I become a goddess thanks to you.”

For nearly ten years, I lived as Saintess Roselina’s holy-power battery, without knowing why.

Just before I died, I learned the reason Roselina had been doing this sort of thing, and concluded that she was not a saintess but a crazy bitch.

With that memory as my last, I regressed to 14 years before my holy power awakened.

This time, I decided I would not be used according to Roselina and the Vatican’s wishes, and would try to win over the Hartmann ducal family, the greatest source of funds that allows Roselina to keep her saintess position.

[The way Roselina healed the young master was not through holy power. I know how that woman improved the young master.]

[I can heal the young master.]

The deal with the Hartmann ducal family was a deal with a clear purpose.

The duke’s goal was to cure his son’s mana disease, and Mirope’s goal was to be protected.

That was how it was supposed to be...

“Mirope, we want to become your family.”

Somehow, as this strange cohabitation continued, the Hartmann family seemed to be forgetting their original purpose.