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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

"You found a what?" Diana stared at the unconscious man draped over Grace's shoulder.

"A person," Grace grunted, struggling under his weight. "An actual human person. I cleansed the corruption from him."

"And you're sure he's not going to wake up and try to strangle you with vines?"

"Pretty sure. Could you maybe help instead of just standing there?"

With an exaggerated sigh, Diana stepped forward and lifted Elias from Grace's arms like he weighed nothing. She tossed him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry.

"So this is what kept you from meeting me at the rendezvous point?" Diana asked, flicking Grace's forehead with her free hand as they started walking back toward the village.

"Ow! I was a little busy fighting for my life," Grace retorted, rubbing her sore arms before rubbing her forehead. "Four of those plant-things attacked me at once."

The Herbalist's Tale