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Grace Lightsinger is just a simple farm girl. 

Ever since the death of her parents, she's been taking this slowly, one day at a time. That changes when she dies protecting a stranger. But instead of a peaceful afterlife, she finds herself reborn as an angel with a mysterious "Saintess System" that no one else can see. She's made to choose between three factions of gorgeous immortals: warrior angels who fight demons, healer angels who tend the wounded, and love angels who raise morale through very intriguing methods. 

However, unlike other angels who can only master one path, Grace discovers she has an affinity for all three. This hasn't happened since the goddess Eternia herself walked the heavens, which leads to Grace learning that she might be more than just a regular angel. She might be Eternia's chosen successor, herself. 

But not everyone in heaven is happy about Grace's arrival. The scholarly Choir questions her legitimacy, fallen angels show dangerous interest, and that's not to even begin talking about the demons she'll be fighting. 

Grace wanted a peaceful afterlife, but between training, fighting demons, and trying not to die of gay panic, she's about to discover that heaven is a lot more dangerous than she ever imagined.

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Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

Dawn came too early for Grace's liking. Who decided angels needed to be up before the sun? Was it Eternia? Why!?

She'd barely slept a wink anyway, tossing and turning all night while her brain helpfully supplied a bunch of awful scenarios of how a rookie angel versus rabid demon fight might go.

[What if it has, like, ten arms? Or shoots fire from its eyeballs? Or worse... what if I trip over my own feet and stab myself before the fight even starts?]

Grace stared at the pile of equipment Seraph had dumped in her room last night. A plain silver breastplate that looked two sizes too big for her, arm guards that would probably slide right off her skinny wrists mid-fight, and a basic sword that honestly seemed like it had seen better days. Possibly several centuries ago.

"Uwaaa...." She groaned before picking one up and throwing it across the room. "I'm so dead!"

Then she picked up the sword and gave it a half-hearted swing.

Little Warrior, Part Two