The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me [Complete]

Chapter 47

"Wa..Wait a minute..."

I stammered, raising a hand to stop Mir, who looked suspiciously triumphant.

"Why? I'm offering to free you from the curse as you wished. Do you have any complaints?"

I was utterly flustered, but she tilted her head as if she couldn't understand my reaction.

"It's not a complaint, it's more like an aversion. What did you just say? I have to break the oath?"

As Mir, with her criminal-looking eyes, approached me, I instinctively stepped back.

"To lift the curse, there's no other way. I don't know which heretic you battled, but the curse engraved in you is not ordinary."

While a curse is never ordinary, she held the dagger with a solemn air, trying to convince me. She looked ready to stab me with that blade, and I felt that if I kept retreating, I'd face a dire situation.

Remembering the unpleasant sensation of almost having my oath forcibly broken by Mir, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"So stop retreating and obediently sever the oath."

Like a criminal cornering a protagonist, she deliberately approached me slowly, while I tried to keep my distance.

Thud!

"Wha?!"

My escape had its limits. Soon, my back hit a cold, hard wall, making it clear I had nowhere left to run. Whether it was bad luck or Mir's cunning trap, I found myself in a desolate alleyway.

"Why are you resisting? I'm offering to remove the filth that contaminates your soul. Shouldn't you be grateful?"

Of course, her offer to lift the dreadful curse was tempting... but the process she proposed was unbearable.

How the curse would be lifted, I didn't know, but the mere idea of breaking the oath provided ample reason to reject Mir's proposal.

"Aren't there any other magical ways to do this?!"

The traumatic end of that dark day, when the curse had begun to torment me, bubbled up, intensifying my aversion.

"I don't think so~?"

She stretched out the sentence with a mischievous smile.

This... This expression meant there certainly was another way...

But Mir insisted there wasn't, pushing me into a corner of inner conflict.

Do I endure the curse and its agony or break the oath and find peace?

The curse's effects were debilitating, making daily life unbearable. I needed a solution.

However, breaking the oath wasn't an easy choice either.

Breaking the oath felt like a death sentence to me, mainly because of Eleona's intense obsession.

The oath symbolized the bond between a deity and its servant. My engraved oath was definitive proof of my connection with Eleona.

Breaking it would sever that bond, leaving no reason for me to stay by her side, which is why I had always been sensitive about it.

Eleona had warned, almost with disdain, that breaking the oath would be catastrophic and should never happen.

Whenever I tried to do so, she'd summon me and pressure me with cold, intimidating eyes.

After my first attempt to break the oath, Eleona's demeanor changed. Every time I tried to do so, she'd suppress my freedom, ensuring I couldn't escape her.