Chapter 1

In front of others, I had to maintain the dignified appearance of a Saintess as much as possible.

“Ellisio… no, Saint Elysia, you are truly blessed.”

“Please always approach your duties with humility, never forgetting the will of God.”

*Sigh… Seriously, telling me to be humble? Humble? That’s f*cking hilarious.*

In my head, I had already cursed God about ten times, but I forced a smile and nodded, saying, “Yes…”

*Damn it, calling me a Saintess. What sin did I commit in my past life to end up like this?!*

After finishing all the blessings and congratulatory ceremonies, I was finally able to enter my room alone.

As soon as the door closed, I immediately dropped to my knees and grabbed my head.

“F*CK!!!!!!!”

I screamed without even checking if the room was soundproof.

“Does this make sense?! Why me? Why the hell me?!!!”

I pounded the bed with my fists and wailed.

“Wait, what? I have breasts now? A slim waist? That’s not the point! F*ck, I’ve never even used it!!! Not once!!! I’m a virgin!!!”

My cries echoed through the room.

“What? God’s choice? God’s will? What the hell is God thinking?! Ah, what did I do so wrong?!!!”

I lay sprawled on the bed for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling.

*But… is this really irreversible? Do I have to live like this forever? F*ck, am I doomed to die a virgin?*

Suddenly, I was filled with rage.

“Hey! God or whatever, come down!!! Let’s talk!!! F*ck!!!”

I swung my fist in the air. But, of course, God didn’t answer.

*Sigh, whatever. If I have to live like this… there’s only one way.*

I slowly got up from the bed.

And I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my new face and body.

“…I guess I have to adapt.”

These new breasts…

This slim waist…

And this face…

*Well, at least I’m pretty… but, f*ck, still a virgin.*

In the end, I sprawled back on the bed again.

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Knock knock knock.

Hearing the knocking on the door, I tensed up.

*What, is my room not soundproof? Did they hear all my cursing?!*

“Saintess, are you okay? We heard some noise from inside…”

*It’s over… this is really over. My reputation is ruined.*

I tried to sound as calm as possible.

“Ah, yes! I’m fine! I just… had a bit of a… coughing fit.”

There was a brief silence outside the door, then the voice came again.

“Then I’ll come in.”

*Please… don’t come in!*

But the door was already opening. The person who entered was a priest in uniform. He smiled warmly at me and spoke.

“Saintess, congratulations. I am Raphael, the priest who will be assisting you from today.”

*Ah, another new guy? More ‘holy mission’ nonsense, right?*

I forced a smile and nodded.

“Yes, please take care of me.”

Raphael studied my expression and then approached with a serious face.

“But… the noise we heard earlier… are you really okay? It sounded quite intense…”

“Intense noise? Ah, f*ck, was it me pounding the bed?!”

I accidentally blurted out what I was only thinking.

Raphael’s face froze instantly.

“Gasp… S-Saintess…?”

*Ah, I’m screwed, f*ck.*

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I don’t know how long that moment felt.

In my panic, I tried to quickly change the subject.

“No, that’s… ah… um… the bed was creaking! So I was pounding it! Haha… you know, just checking if it’s… sturdy?”

Raphael looked at me with a bewildered expression. His eyes were saying,

*Is that really something a Saintess would do…?*

I forced a smile and added,

“Well, since it’s a room for the Saintess… um, we should do some maintenance, right? Right?”

Raphael, still looking confused, nodded.

“Ah… yes, well… if that’s what you say, Saintess… I guess the room’s condition is important too.”

He seemed to be thinking, *Is this really okay?*

*Phew, I got away with it.*

But then he spoke again.

“But… when I came in, I thought I heard you say… ‘f*ck’… Did I mishear?”

*Ah, f*ck.*

I swallowed my curse and forced the most natural smile I could.

“Ah! That? That was… um… oh, I was just praying to God and got a bit excited! It’s… um, a passionate expression of prayer! It’s a trendy phrase these days! Like, ‘f*cking devoted’ or something, you know? It’s a holy meaning! Like, dedicating everything to God! Yes, that’s it.”

Raphael looked confused but eventually nodded with the innocent expression unique to a pure-hearted priest.

“Ah, I see. So it was a holy meaning… I almost misunderstood. Your passion is truly remarkable, Saintess.”

*Ah, okay. Okay. I got away with it.*

I sighed in relief internally and maintained my forced smile. But then, Raphael cautiously asked again.

“So… is the room inspection done?”

I forced another laugh and replied.

“Ah, yes yes! It’s perfect now! A sturdy and holy room. No problems at all!”

He smiled and bowed.

“That’s good to hear. We need to prepare for the evening ceremony soon, so please get ready, Saintess.”

“Yes! Yes! I will!”

As soon as he left and the door closed, I buried my face in the bed and screamed.

“F*ck… save me…”

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Come to think of it, since coming to this world, is this reality…

The days are blurring between dream and reality, but one thing I knew for sure.

“This game… no, according to the story of this world, multiple hero parties will be formed soon.”

Memories of playing the game surfaced in my mind. That cliché-filled story, it probably won’t be much different here.

The setup where heroes chosen by the gods form their own parties to confront the Demon King’s resurrection. Each party has the usual mix of priests, mages, warriors, archers… and among them, the core role is the priestess, no, the Saintess.

“Sigh… but why does it have to be me?”

Now I realize, I’m not just chosen as the Saintess, I’m being dragged into this flow.

“Well, since it’s come to this, it’s only a matter of time before I join a hero party. Ah, damn… a Saintess, a virgin, and now I have to join a party?”

I lay sprawled on the bed, letting out a deep sigh.

And then, a sudden problem popped up.

“Wait, in this world, if a man and a woman go on an adventure together, romance is a must, right? What if something like that happens?!”

I shot up from the bed.

“I was a man!!! No, I’m a woman now! But my heart is still a man!!! Damn, what if the story really gets twisted?!”

My mind was flooded with all the cliché situations I’ve seen in games. The hero suddenly falling for me, or another party member making advances…

“Ah, please, I hope none of that happens…”

I flopped back onto the bed, burying my face in the pillow.

“Just let me live quietly, anyone, please, God…!”

But God had no intention of granting me peace. Soon, a knock came.

Knock knock knock.

“Saintess, it’s time to prepare for the evening ritual.”

“Ah… damn, already?”

I weakly got up from the bed and looked at the mirror. The me in the mirror was still pretty, but my mind was filled with curses.

“Alright, let’s go. Hero party or whatever, let’s see how long I can last as this damn Saintess.”

I don’t know what will happen next, but I’m already prepared.

“But seriously… someone save me.”

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I slowly got up from the bed. I checked myself in the mirror again.

“Wow… this face, there’s not a trace of the man I used to be.”

Is this really me? My hair is shining, my skin is smooth, my lips are naturally full and red. And that…

“Damn, stop looking.”

I turned away from the mirror and sighed.

Knock knock knock.

“Saintess, you need to come out soon.”

Raphael’s voice came again. I answered as calmly as possible.

“Ah, yes. I’ll be right out.”

“It’s time to start acting like a Saintess.”

I looked at the Saintess robe hanging by the bed. It was a long dress decorated in white and black. It looked gorgeous, but just the thought of wearing it made me irritated.

“If I had told my past self I’d be wearing this, I would’ve laughed myself to death.”

I forced the robe on and thought, ‘Hero party? Holy rituals? All this is fine, but please, no love lines.’

The thought of me, a former man, now a female Saintess, getting involved with a hero was disgusting.

“No, that can’t happen. Why would I create that kind of atmosphere with them?”

I comforted myself while finishing dressing. But a sense of unease lingered in a corner of my heart.

“Sigh… but what’s this evening ritual? Prayers? Do I have to sing or something?”

I left the room as slowly as possible. At the end of the hallway, Raphael was waiting. He smiled brightly when he saw me.

“Saintess, you look truly beautiful. The gods will be pleased.”

‘That guy really knows how to piss people off without even trying.’

I smiled on the outside and said, “Thank you,” but inside, curses were flowing.

“The ritual is simple. You just need to offer prayers and the blessing power given by the gods at the sacred altar.”

“Um… what exactly does ‘offering’ entail?”

Raphael smiled as if to reassure me.

“Just pray. And something special might happen during the ritual, but don’t worry. If it’s the will of the gods, everything will work out.”

‘Something special? Feels like something’s going to blow up in my face…’

I suppressed my unease and followed Raphael.

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When we arrived at the altar, many priests were already preparing for the ritual. They all bowed respectfully when they saw me.

‘Ah, please. What am I supposed to do with this over-the-top atmosphere?’

I tried my best not to show how awkward I felt and climbed onto the altar. Sacred music began to play, and Raphael nodded at me.

“Saintess, please offer your prayers to the gods now.”

I knelt before the altar and clasped my hands.

‘Prayers… but I don’t even know what to say?’

My mind was already in chaos. In my past life, prayers were just like using a “heal” skill in an RPG…

‘Well, just wing it. The gods probably aren’t even listening.’

I closed my eyes and tried to sound as holy as possible.

“Great Mother… bestow your blessings upon this place… (Heal)”

As soon as I finished speaking, a bright light enveloped the altar. The priests all looked at me in shock.

‘What, what went wrong?’

And at that moment.

“Saintess, your body… it’s glowing!”

‘Damn, what?!’