After Successfully Impersonating the Pope's Sister

After transmigrating into a game as an evil witch who supports darkness, Xilua will be killed by a hero in the near future. To protect herself, she disguises her identity and seeks refuge with the only person capable of standing against the hero: the Son of God, Pope Faliusi Edlandton.

So she pretends to be his older sister, who has traveled thousands of miles to find him.

“Lius, don't hide from your big sister!”

“Lius, I didn't mean to ruin the flower bed. They said Xilua's black hair was ugly...”

“Lius, don't leave your big sister behind. Boohoo...”

“Lius, Lius...”

For Faliusi, Xilua's arrival marks the beginning of an unbearably noisy life, shattering the peace he once enjoyed.

If he could, he'd throw her right back where she came from.

Xilua leans on the table, watching the golden-haired, golden-eyed boy.

“Lius, does darkness really have to be destroyed? Is it filthy and unfit to exist? Do you hate darkness that much?”

“That's right,” he says without expression.

“Then... why does night fall? If darkness shouldn't exist, why do people sleep better in it?”

“Xilua, that's sophistry.”

Until one day, a dense aura of darkness surrounds her, and the servants of darkness hail her as the bride of the Dark God.

“Bride?”

Those golden eyes, which have always looked upon all things with compassion, take on a deeper, richer hue. The boy looks down at her, as small and weak as an ant, while golden chains wind tightly around Xilua's slender, chilly, pale ankles. His fingertips brush her fair cheek.

“Big sister, are you going to marry someone else?”

That day, Xilua discovers what hell on earth looks like.

Is this really the same supposedly holy, beautiful, kind boy who pities all living things, the little brother she picked up along the way? This boy in front of her must be an impostor.

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