Oh No, the Saintess Is Possessed by an Evil God!

Saint Alia has been possessed by a strange guy.

He calls himself Zeratros, the Dragon King.

But Alia knows he’s a fake.

How could the Dragon King, protector of humanity, slaughter an entire tavern over a few copper coins?

And why does he suddenly start bouncing around and rolling on the ground for no reason?

He’s always calling people “NPC” out of the blue.

But he often helps me.

“What, you want to learn magic?”

“Easy. I’ll just find a magic academy professor and steal his memories for you.”

“What, you’re worried the professor will lose his memories and turn into an idiot?”

“So what? He can just start over with kindergarten lessons.”

“What, you want to see the world I’ve experienced?”

“Uh, want to learn advanced mathematics, automatic control, or electrical engineering? I can give you those memories too. It might hurt a little, but they’re not much use anyway.”

After all that, Alia’s brain had taken in far too much information.

Looking at her increasingly haggard face in the mirror, and the devil inside her who could manipulate memories, she broke down.

“Please... don’t put any more stuff in my head!”