Sorry, I’m the Villain

[Western fantasy + religion + no male lead + magic + occultism + saintess]

What if I were a true saintess...

This is a “one-sentence story,” but the world I traveled to doesn't simply see itself as a story. In a land where ghosts and gods are part of everyday life, I became a saintess more devout than the devout, all because I was trying to oppose a dreamer.

The orthodoxy of this faith is demonstrated as follows: no one need question the saintess's authority on worldly grounds. Her legitimacy is proved by the uniqueness of the Creator God, the duality of mysticism, the trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, the four sides of the great hall, and the perfection of the circle. Even when she, with nothing more than a joking attitude, jumbled together people, time, and the mysterious chaos that unfolded among them to create an utterly absurd history of the gods, the world accepted it all without question.

And so, in a world where belief can make legends come true, a saintess who never existed rose to prominence. Meanwhile, the levelheaded “devout” never stopped questioning me, imposing those rootless ideas on this place with disbelief, fervent faith, or anything in between, all to carry out their “grand plan.”

A more straightforward introduction:

As long as I'm the villain, anything I do is justified.

That means I don't need a reason to do good or evil. I can make things difficult for the heroine in all kinds of ways without facing any criticism from a third party.

But when people try to fight certain unknown forces, they only find themselves caught up in them, like the reversal of good and evil, right and wrong. So when I came to this inverted world as a saintess, I was surprised to discover that I really was a true saintess.