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I must save the world, but I can't kill anyone.

As one of the angels tasked with saving the countless worlds, Savine took her job very seriously. She was diligent and thorough, and made sure to make herself the perfect example to strive for. But as time passed and as she witnessed the horrors humanity was capable of, her thoughts changed. 'Humans don't deserve the grace of us angels. As long as they're pious and peaceful in the end, the means don't matter.' Thus, whenever she went to a new world, she chose to save it in the quickest manner possible. She killed all the heretics and brainwashed the remaining people to always be faithful to God and to never act destructively towards themselves and the planet they stayed on. However, when she was about to go to another world to save it, God's Oracle enforced a few conditions on her. "No killing, no violence, no threats. Save the world the right way." Savine was then abruptly sent to the new world with all these conditions attached to her, but not only that, she found herself in the body of a 12-year-old girl from the lower cities. It was a far cry from the bodies of High-emperors, multitrillionaires, and the Supreme Magi that she normally took over. With the game stacked against her, what will Savine do? *** Arworks Illustrator: LAM Twitter: https://twitter.com/ramdayo1122?s=09 Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/17429 Website: https://lam-illust.com/

POW · Fantasy
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268 Chs

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Hazily, Murkato made her way to her room. Not the room, her room. Though she had left her father's house years ago, her room was still there. It was kept clean, likely, but Murkato still needed the bedsheets and whatnot to be changed.

She wanted to ask a servant to prepare it for her, but for some reason, no one was around. Sighing, she trudged on, resolving to do it herself. She grabbed a candlestand from the wall and walked on.

'Ah… I want a bath, too…' 

It was a tempting idea. Very much so. However, Murkato really didn't have the strength to draw water, heat it, and prepare the bath. So, despite probably smelling like a dead dog, she decided to just sleep. 

At this point, it felt like sleeping inside a proper bed would be an admirable feat. She was just so tired.

She entered her room… and heard the sound of water splashing from her bathroom. 

'Did father send someone?'