Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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As it was an unexpected request, Mia blinked slowly with her large eyes as she looked at the prince and took his hand.

It was an honor to receive a dance request from the Crown Prince, so the envy of noble girls was palpable. It was the same look she felt when she walked with Philap Montez.

From a certain point, she felt a strange sense of superiority while posing as a Saint.

"I couldn't help but ask you for a dance; everyone agrees that you are a Saint," said the Crown Prince with his characteristic indifferent face.

"By the way, the more you think about it, the more amazing it is. Since you're not an official priestess, you must have been far from the altar attacked by demons, but the divine power extended that far."

"Even I think it's a miracle to have such power. It must be God's grace and arrangement."

"Right."

The Crown Prince looked at Mia with a curious expression.

The source of the divine power must have been on the side of the altar, but she did not refute the fact that she was far away.

On the other hand, Mia, who had focused on dancing while feeling a sense of superiority, felt that she belatedly regained her senses at the Crown Prince's suggestion.

"A demonstration of divine power?"

Mia quickly hid the tail.

"...Yes. I wondered if the atmosphere that had been stagnant due to the cracks would improve if I demonstrated the power I showed at the celebration in front of everyone."

"Thanks for the good suggestion, but I have many shortcomings. That power... consumes a lot of divine power, so it can't be used frequently."

As Marquis François repeatedly said that collecting Sacred Blood was not easy, Mia said urgently.

"I'm a Saint, but can't I use the power whenever I want?"

Mia swallowed dry saliva at the sound of criticism.

"Healing power is available anytime."

"I think that's what other priests do too."

"Something others do?"

Mia couldn't help but stiffen her lips.

How difficult it is to deal with dirty patients bleeding and pus.

"Well, I am well aware of your good deeds. Due to the Black Mist, there are many nobles who haven't seen your powers, and there are many skeptics, so I'm just trying to create an opportunity. Let me know when you're ready."

"Yes..."

Suddenly, the soft melody of the orchestra came to an end, and Mia looked at the back of the prince with a pale face.

She felt sick.

She had the illusion that the young men who spoke to her before, as well as the nobles around her, were discussing whether she was a Saint or not.

She grabbed the dress with trembling hands, fearing rolling down the rickety cliff again.

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The terrace of the imperial palace shone as if it had been sprinkled with stars due to the white lights tightly woven with small magic stones with lighting magic.

I walked with Isidor through the terrace corridor, looking at the decorations placed here and there, and walked out into the garden.

There was a large fountain in front of the ballroom, and nobles walking to see the garden, which is only open during Thanksgiving Day, could be seen everywhere.