She was the Saintess—chosen by prophecy, praised by millions, and forced to sacrifice everything for “the greater good.”
Her kingdom fell anyway. Her allies abandoned her. Her death was slow, holy, and pointless.
But when she opened her eyes, she was back at the start of her sainthood, the divine mark still fresh on her skin—and this time, the gods didn’t speak.
So she makes a new plan.
This time, she won’t pray.
She’ll lie. She’ll seduce. She’ll manipulate the church, corrupt the crown, and weaponize faith itself.
After all… who would suspect a Saintess?