on of the great saint.” 

So, whether his role was insignificant or important, the same was true of even the words twisted to sound humble which were the same. 

Nicholas would soon step on his priest uniform and fall.
It was because of his excessive desire to monopolize the spotlight alone that no hands were able to help him in time. 

The UNET will be shattered, and the work of identifying the two’s Pacio will be handed over to Kaiton, for the wizards were able to identify the remaining Pacio through magic. 

Muriel, who wanted to avoid facing Kaiton, quickly reached out to the UNET.
I had to stop the UNET from breaking. 

Sure enough, the UNET slipped out of Nicholas’s hand and quickly fell to the floor. 


Muriel’s arms were short.
The UNET crashed to pieces as it hit the floor.
Muriel couldn’t stop her running body in time and fell to the floor. 

In the hands of Muriel, which were on the ground, were the fragments of the UNET that dug deep.
In an instant, red blood spread through her pale hands. 

But it doesn’t hurt…! 

When I pulled a fairly large piece of glass out of my hand, blood came up with a lump, but all Muriel could feel was the warmth of hot blood. 


 Muriel hardly bit the tender flesh in her mouth to confirm.
I could feel my sharp teeth tearing through the flesh, but it didn’t hurt. 

It felt as if I were in a world where there was no pain at all, rather than tolerable. 

 What do you mean no pain? What is this? 

“Young Lady Muriel!” 

Nicholas approached, struggling with his thin limbs buried in his long priest’s robe, and fell down on one knee.
He didn’t forget to sweep the remaining glass shards aside with his long sleeves before putting his knees on the floor. 

“Are you alright? Oh, no… I made a terrible mistake.” 

“Can you try to hit me?” 

Nicholas’ body flinched like a fluttering paper doll at Muriel’s sudden remark. 

Hit me? Are you being sarcastic? Is it a joke that is unique to the aristocracy? 

What?! Lady Muriel… What are you talking about?” 

“No, it’s just in case, give it a try.
I don’t mind if you pinch me either.” 

Muriel pressed her bloody hand hard, but it still did not hurt. 


When he saw the blood, Nicholas’ expression wrinkled.
The wound, which was quite big and open, gave him goosebumps just by looking at it.
But He couldn’t believe that she’s this calm.
It was very strange. 

“Did you hurt your head when you fell? Oh, no.
That’s a big deal.
I will heal you with my divine power.” 

The pale face, staring at her own blood, raised her eyes fiercely.
She was too evil-faced to be the Saint of an oracle. 

“Oh, my!” 

Surprised by the momentum, Nicholas nodded quickly. 

“It’s a slip of the tongue, Lady Muriel! I’m not saying that the young lady is crazy….” 

“It’s all right.
Just try to hurt me a little.” 

“…What? Aha! That’s the way it is, is it!?” 

Nicholas Neville, who was trembling just in case he offended Muriel, immediately brightened his face.
Since he became the youngest priest, he had always taken many young ladies as prisoners.
He was well aware that some of them had a peculiar taste for pleasure in pain. 

“Oh my!” 

A white, dry hand slammed Muriel’s wrist and went away.
It was a hand with which he had prayed diligently all his life.
Even if it was not a person who did not feel pain, he could not help but think that he was sick. 

“Like this?” 

“…no, I’d rather you pinch very hard!” 

“Oh, my!” 

Perhaps he gained confidence, Nicholas pinched Muriel hard enough to bruise her wrist red. 

“Oh, dear…” 

“What do you think, Young Lady Murie-’’ asked Nicholas triumphantly.
He seemed to have forgotten that he had been intimidated until just now.
Nicholas, who was hoping for a compliment, was struck by lightning. 

“It’s very unpleasant.” 

Her expressionless face was very merciless.
Nicholas, who became resentful, cried, 

“Young Lady Muriel told me to hit you yourself! ” 

 “And it really doesn’t hurt even a bit.” murmured Muriel, incredulous.
Nicholas was already babbling to himself, but he opened his eyes wide. 

“If that’s the case, I’ll beat you with more force.” 

“I don’t like it.
Let’s go now.
For it is very, very unpleasant.” 

Nicholas shut his mouth at Muriel’s cold words. 

The first thing I felt when Nicholas pinched me was displeasure.
As soon as he touched me, I got goosebumps.
It was an instinctive rejection alike that I felt from Sharon and Rovella.
I felt sick, but that was all. 

My wrist was red and swollen, but there was no pain. 

I was just thinking.
Was it me? 

They said that the power of the saint was prophecy, so Muriel wondered.
I think the novel that I saw might’ve actually been a prophecy of the future. 

But why can’t I feel pain? No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t feel pain, which made her realize that she was really possessed by a novel. 

The absence of pain means that something went wrong while the process of being possessed by a fictional world was going on.
It’s like a synchronization error. 

Indeed, from the moment I opened my eyes, everything was so strange.
The sense of reality was so strange.
It was as if an invisible thin plastic was wrapped around my whole body.
The vinyl-like feeling made me feel like I couldn’t permeate through into this world. 

Muriel became a little depressed.
I knew from the beginning that I was possessed by a novel.
At the same time, I felt strange to find out that this was not my world, that I was not a saint but a wicked woman who would destroy the world. 

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