I Was Killed as a Villainess, Now I’m the Saintess They Worship
"By order of His Imperial Majesty... the Villainess is sentenced to death."
Seraphine died with a laugh on her lips, her crimson hair stained with the very blood she was accused of spilling.
Betrayed by the Emperor she once loved and executed before a cheering crowd, she expected nothing but the cold embrace of hell.
But fate has a wicked sense of humor.
When she opens her eyes, the scent of blood and iron is gone, replaced by lilies and incense. The whip scars have vanished, her skin is flawless, and her once blood-red hair now turned blonde shines like gold beneath the holy light.
She has returned.
Not as the condemned Villainess...
But as the Empire's long-awaited Saintess.
Now, the same people who screamed for her execution kneel at her feet, desperate for the touch of her "sacred" hand. The Emperor who ordered her death gazes at her with reverence and hope, never realizing that the miracle he worships is the very woman he condemned to the blade.
With a divine smile and a heart filled with venom, Seraphine begins her most dangerous performance.
She will heal the sick.
She will save the dying.
She will smile like an angel while leading the Empire—step by smiling step—into the most beautiful nightmare it has ever seen.
"You wanted a Saintess, Your Majesty?"
"Then pray you survive the one you created."
Meowing_kii · Fantasy