A church is a place where gods communicate with their people.
It should have been a bridge, a pillar, spreading the gods' grace across the world.
The boy believed this until he was burned to ashes. But...
After transmigrating to a new world, she had a healthy body, living parents, and a way to gain power by worshipping the gods. She should have been delighted, yet instead she was overcome by deep conflict and pain.
The church ran rampant, oppressing the people at will, while the nation teetered on the brink of ruin. Her childhood friend had also raised the banner of rebellion and would one day become a renowned hero.
As a faithful follower of the gods, she should have stood with the church, but she couldn't ignore the world's turmoil:
Parents selling their daughters into slavery just to survive.
Young women selling their bodies just to survive.
Young people becoming apostles of other races and turning against their faith just to survive.
There is no such thing as a Demon King in this world. The church, which should have spread truth, goodness, and love, has become the empire's great evil. The human nations, locked in constant infighting, are gradually falling apart, while other races watch from the sidelines.
Where should she point the long blade in her hands?
