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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

Cold fury

"Though I understand your actions, you've still executed my people without my say. Erst duchy is a one of the Three Great. Fest is nothing more than a subordinate to ours. Your actions are far too extensive and could even be considered treasonous!"

For someone who seemed like someone who lived at the beck of his underlings, the duke was quite eloquent. But looking at how self-satisfied the man looked in his giant throne, Savine felt that maybe that was likely his most admirable trait.

"We understand you are unsatisfied with our actions, but please be understanding, Your Highness. We were urgently summoned by the Head Temple in the Sovereign's City, thus were in a hurry."

"The Temple? For what reason?"

"That is a private matter protected by a magical contract, I'm afraid."

<They're lying, Your Highness,> the scholar whispered from the side.

"So you claim one thing, but refuse to give us a proper explanation?!" the duke parroted.