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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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A show of power

Perhaps no one could've guessed that these words would come out of her mouth. They all looked at her with an odd expression. The most striking was, of course, Sylvester himself. 

"What are you talking about, you muddleheaded peasant?!"

Savine gave the nonexistent man no heed. She turned to Lucius and smiled widely.

"Duke, please correct me if I'm wrong… but do you know of a Sylvester Fest in your family?"

Lucius flinched back, realizing what Savine was trying to do. She was trying to make everyone realize just how tightly she held their little duke in her palms.

If she could make Lucius deny the existence if his blood relative in front of his face and in front of every noble in Fest... then what would that mean? That could only mean that it wasn't Lucius who was ruling over the lands, it was her and no one else.

Lucius saying that Sylvester did not exist... that was akin to him blessing her rule.