“M-Miss Camilla…”
Heinz murmured, looking at Camilla with a bewildered expression. After that, the eyes of the priests who followed her could be seen trembling.
‘Tsk tsk, you should have stood in line well.’
I clicked my tongue inwardly.
Camilla stared at me silently with cold, burning eyes.
Before long, people were heard shouting accusations and contempt against her.
“You fake saintess! Get out of here!”
“She must be a witch!”
“Fraud! To think that you play with Miss Ariel and us!”
Her plan to prove holy power in front of the people and to be recognized as a real saintess was foiled like this.
Camilla closed her quivering eyelids as she heard the boos pouring down on her.
“The black magic I possess belongs to Father. In the end, everything belongs to the Great God Raid.”
Her lips parted and she let out a calm voice.
As soon as Camilla finished speaking, a dark wind began to blow around her.
“The divine punishment to the ungodly who ruined the prophecy.”
As Camilla reached back, the brand-new Raid statue flew out of Heinz’s bag and landed on her hand.
‘The object that was stolen from my room today!’
I watched the whole process with my eyes shining sharply.
As if the Gods were trying to protect me, they tried to respond. A status window popped up in front of me.
[The God of Destruction, Ciel, uses Response on you.]
[The God of Love, Odyssey, uses Response on you.]
[The God of Justice, Hetuse, uses Response on you.]
[The God of Knowledge, Hessed, uses Response on you.]
[The God of Art, Mond, uses Response on you.]
[The God of Benevolence, Oman, uses Response on you.]
Gradually, the fierce Magi began to rage. And various pieces of furniture in the temple hall began to fly around.
Reihausd blocked my path with a firm expression.
He drew a sword from his waist and swung the sharp sword.
Then the flying objects fell on his sword before they could reach me.
“…I wish you were mine at that time, High Priest.”
Camilla, who was looking at Reihausd like that, raised one of her lips and said, as if she felt bad it turned out to be like this.
However, he just stared at her with cold eyes without twitching his eyebrows.
Camilla said, her expression contorted, as if her pride had been hurt by his inaction.
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The Beloved Fake Saint
RomanceALTERNATIVE TITLES: I'm a Fake Saintess But the Gods Are Obsessed With Me / The Beloved Fake Saint / 가짜 성녀인데 신들이 집착한다 / Just A Fake Saint / 众神迷恋我这个假圣女 / 偽の聖女なのに神々が執着してきます solely for offline purposes:)) ᵎᵎ continuation to 'Obsessive Gods' translated...
