Eyes from Another World: the Saint I Tricked Saved Me

(A new author is on the way, please take care of me and thank you for your comments) (The author wants to write something niche but in-depth, so this is not a cool article, but a story about every ordinary person) [Single female protagonist] [First person] [Western fantasy] [Compact world view] [Serious Style] [Yandere] [Mortal Growth] [Slow Heat] Traveling to the western fantasy continent where the divine power prevails, there is no system blessing and no heaven-defying talent. Instead, he has become a sacrifice with special eyes that the Holy Light Church is closely watching. In order to make a living, I accepted a black market commission to find the trainee saint who had defected from the church. I wanted to make up a perfect lie to trick her into trusting her, then sell it to the church for a huge sum of money, and completely get rid of the precarious life. But I met her next to the sewage ditch in the slum. She was covered in injuries and shivering, but with clean and pure eyes open, she asked me without any precautions, "Are you here to help me?" I finally deceived her, claiming that I was a guardian entrusted by an old friend, and took her to avoid the bloody pursuit of the Inquisition. I used deception to forge my identity, used small magic to create illusions, and stayed step by step in a desperate situation. This is not Long Aotian's path to dominance, but the struggle of the weak in a desperate situation, the sincerity wrapped in lies, and the most shocking two-way redemption in a dark world. I lived by deception for ten years. In the end, the saint I deceived saved my entire life.