Sorry, Because I Am a Villain

[Western Fantasy + Religion + No Male Protagonist + Magic + Occultism + Saint] If I were a real saint... This is a "one-sentence story," but the world I go to doesn't simply think of it as a story. In a land where there are ghosts and gods everywhere in food and daily life, in order to confront a decent person who was dreaming, I became a more decent saint than a decent person. The specific manifestation of this orthodoxy is: there is no need for the world to doubt the authority of the saint. The saint is proved by the uniqueness of the creation god, the duality of mysticism, the threeness of father, son and spirit, the four sides of the temple structure and the perfection of the circle. Even though she was joking and mixed people, time, and the mysterious chaos that happened in it to form an extremely absurd picture of the history of gods, she didn't expect that the world would accept it all. So in a world where legends can come true through faith, a fictitious saint has risen. And the calm "decent" has never stopped questioning me, imposing the rootless thoughts here with an attitude of disbelief, fanaticism or doubt in order to complete the "great plan". ——Popular introduction: As long as I'm a villain, whatever I do is reasonable. This means that I don't need a reason to do evil or good, I can embarrass her protagonist in various ways without suffering any criticism from a third party. But when people try to fight against something unknown, they will only find themselves trapped in it, such as the inversion of good and evil and right and wrong. So when I came to this upside-down world as a saint, I was surprised to find that I was a real saint.