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Hello

I was just an ordinary person.

I received plenty of affection,

And grew up in a family that was neither lacking nor excessive.

On the day I turned 8,

My talent manifested.

So I became the Saintess of a rural village.

I was so happy, and I healed everyone.

Everyone smiled at me,

And everyone put me on a pedestal.

Maybe that's why I worked even harder.

To see those smiling faces,

And to protect this peaceful and happy life.

But on the day I turned 15,

One of my eyes was stained red.

My blue eye had become a red eye.

Then, people started looking at me differently.

Even though I had healed them.

It was probably because of this eye.

People said this eye looked like a demon's.

They asked why a Saintess's eyes were different colors.

Some mocked me,

Some cursed at me,

Some whispered behind my back,

Some ostracized me to show off their own status,

Some framed me for their crimes,

And some committed violence against me.

But you were the only one who reached out to me.

You were the only one who didn't treat me like just 'someone'.

I loved that action.

No, maybe I just loved you yourself.

I say it shyly, but I like you.

At the end of my shy and clumsy confession,

You accepted it with a smile.

I was so happy that I even shed tears.

I didn't dream of an ideal romance.

I thought everything would be fine as long as I could look at your face and smile.

So we met whenever we had time,

Asked how each other was doing,

Ate together,

And ran around in the mountains behind the village.

I would fall asleep in your arms,

And sometimes I imagined growing up and marrying you.

In those imaginations,

There was always only you.

I thought we would only have such happy days ahead.

But then a problem arose.

One night, a low-level demon came to our village.

The villagers were all sleeping, and I was sleeping too.

Is that why?

The demon tore our village apart,

And screams began to ring out in the middle of the night.

Of course, the damage wasn't massive,

But a demon coming to the village was quite a disturbance.

And as the commotion died down,

People began to look for someone to blame.

Some said it was because of the guards' negligence.

Then suddenly, someone pointed at me and said,

It's that child... That child is calling the demons!

I was so flustered when I heard that.

I was sleeping then, and my parents knew that too.

So I looked at my mother and said I was sleeping.

I was trying to defend myself in my own way.

But my mother abandoned me.

This child did it.

I saw everything.

The murmuring in the village hall grew louder.

Because a witness had appeared.

Even though it was all a lie.

So I wanted to express my unfairness,

And I spoke loudly.

I tried to explain,

I shouted,

I cried,

And I got angry.

But the result was the same,

And everyone, even my parents who knew everything,

Abandoned me.

I didn't do it.

When on earth would I have...

A sense of injustice surged within me.

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Time passed, and despite my pleas and explanations,

People put me on trial.

Naturally, I was brought in on charges of communicating with demons.

The trial ended so quickly it was hollow.

They said it was death by hanging.

My mind went blank when I heard those words.

I wondered what I had done to deserve to die,

I resented my parents for abandoning me despite knowing the truth,

And I felt betrayed by the people who turned away after receiving my help.

But suddenly, I heard something that made me doubt my ears.

I did it.

I conspired with the demon.

Why are you saying that..?

It's not true. I know it's not true.

But why you..?

You said something more,

But I couldn't hear it.

What on earth did Guest do?

Just kill me instead.

Why are you doing this?

Why, why, why, why, why?

No, it can't be.

This must be a dream.

Even if I denied it,

Even if I slapped my cheeks repeatedly,

Even if I slammed my head against the desk until blood seeped out,

It only hurt, and nothing changed.

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In the end, Guest was victimized by the witch hunt,

And I began to be consumed by guilt.

Ah, I killed Guest.

This thought dominated my mind.

Stuck in a dark room,

Disconnected from my parents and society,

I didn't interact with anyone,

I didn't eat,

And I gave up on living.

I didn't want to live.

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How much time had passed?

The world was pitch black, but when I opened my eyes,

It began to grow bright.

I could faintly see the shape of a man.

I shall grant you an opportunity.

I heard those words.

And just as my body felt like it was becoming lighter,

I opened my eyes and I was alive again.

To be precise, should I call it reincarnation?

With this as the catalyst, I began to reincarnate through life repeatedly.

Wait for me, Guest.

I'll be there soon.