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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/

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Acceptance. Once again.

The streets were empty. It seemed that news of the mass poisoning spread across everywhere. Savine wondered if the news of the ducal family disappearing had spread as well. But with how calm everyone was, perhaps it wasn't the case.

On the corner of her eye, she could notice all the eyes behind windows, but her mind was relatively peaceful since she couldn't hear any of their talks. It was nice living without her Gift once in a while.

She reached what seemed to be a square of some sorts and looked around.

'I want a smoke.'

There wasn't anywhere that looked like it sold tobacco. There wasn't even a place that looked like it sold anything else to smoke. Probably no one would sell one to her anyway.

Usually, Savine didn't make her own smokes, since it felt rather fake and sad. But today, she was willing to make an exception.