Many years later, when Miss Mireille the witch held a knife to his throat, Father Dawn Eagle would still remember the day the System went haywire and all of Mireille's magic was transferred to him.
The genius and former fiancée Mireille lost all her magic, becoming a laughingstock before the Holy Light;
Dawn, a useless young master from a wealthy family, received the goddess's blessing instead.
"This is all your fault!"
And so, the witch, who had completely turned her back on the Holy Light, pressed the knife a little closer to Dawn's neck.
"Give back the goddess's reward right now, you good-for-nothing freeloader of a young master!"
Faced with Mireille's threat, the "excellent priest" Dawn raised both hands and averted his eyes, his voice tinged with guilt.
"Um, can we work this out?"
At this point, he couldn't bring himself to tell her.
Now, if he told Mireille that the one assigning her missions, the one she worshipped as her master, the Morning Star Goddess, was actually him...
Would it still be in time?
