The Superficial Saint Becomes a Young Girl, Relishing Her Exiled Life with a Love-Stricken God – Chapter 28

𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖: 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Ever since then, we have been racing across the sky like shooting stars. Every blink brings a different scenery. Despite the speed akin to the wind, there is no wind pressure, no sensation of instability that could throw us off.

At first, due to the immense altitude and speed, I was clinging tightly to the horse. But by midday, I had gotten accustomed to it and was able to enjoy the panoramic view of the ground below.

The greenery and cultivated lands of summer, and the clear babbling of the river. Nature’s scenes stretch far and wide, and even the largest cities would quickly pass by in a blink.

“. . . . . . This is the land overseen by Kami-sama.”


“It’s beautiful. . . . . . I can’t just let another country’s Kami-sama manipulate it to their liking.”

I clenched my fist tightly.

What Charte (me) should do.

One. Revive the spiritual spring to restore the norms of the country.

One. Repel the foreign god who infiltrated the capital (presumably, the god of the Strelitica Union), find the executor so that the right people can respond appropriately.

“The executor is probably the second prince. I don’t know his intentions. . . . . .”

“You’ll know when you actually meet him. If he’s right in front of me, I can do it.”

A snake pops out from the sleeve of Kami-sama, as if to say ‘hi!’, then retreats. If the second prince is in front of us, Kami-sama, as the land god, can do something about him.

So far, it has been the last resort butーーit is inevitable to clean up the chaos.

Kami-sama looks at me with a concerned face.

“Charlene. Your body is young. You’re probably tired; it’s better if you sleep.”

“Sleeping while watching this scenery, that’s quite. . . . . .”

I give a bitter smile. Normally, it’s unthinkable.

But as I close my eyes leaning on Kami-sama, my body honestly begins to doze off. The sunlight feels nice, and the faint swaying is just right.

“Don’t you have to sleep, Kami-sama? Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m fine. Because I’m a god.”

“I was worrying for nothing.”

I smile.

“Well then, without any hesitation, I’ll rely on you, Kami-sama. . . . . .”


I woke up long after the sun had set.

The lights of the houses could be seen dotting the earth, and the sky was alight with hundreds of times more stars.

The spectral horse glowed faintly, and with every movement, it scattered a dusting of stardust from its mane.

“It’s beautiful. . .”

I murmured, and when I looked up at Kami-sama, I saw him holding something that glowed faintly in his hand.

“Is that a spirit pigeon?!”

It’s a spirit used like a carrier pigeon. Seeing it held in his grasp, even though it’s a spirit, makes my heart constrict.

“Let it go, it’s pitiful.”

“It smelled of the church. That’s why I thought I would look at the letter before releasing it.”

“Ah. . .oh!”

I took the spirit pigeon in both hands and soothed it. It didn’t seem bothered at all and cooed round and round. Kami-sama silently showed me the opened letter.

“There’s something troublesome written here.”

“Troublesome? What’s that. . . Huh?!”

The letter tied to the pigeon was addressed to the Margrave. It had been sealed by High Priest Mauricio, and Kami-sama had already broken it. It’s awful to peek at someone else’s letter, but this is an emergency.

“Lulumia pulled out the sacred relic, went berserk. . . and then fainted?!”

“It’s impossible for a human to use it. Only Charlene can handle it now, in the whole world.”

“What the. . . what was that idiot thinking.”

“Probably someone gave her the idea. Humans should not be able to speculate that the power of a god resides in the sacred relic.”

“Indeed. I wasn’t taught that in doctrine either. . . Only the taboo of touching it. . . Does that mean Lulumia intentionally destroyed it?”

“Most likely. . .”

Kami-sama nodded with a bitter expression.

I lowered my eyes to the letter.

It seems to be one of many letters. The letter, in trembling handwriting, said that various factions in the capital were becoming radical and causing great confusion, and urged us to bring [the Saintess] soon.

I felt a chill run through me.

“Charte is being appealed to. . . by that High Priest.”

I don’t know what kind of letter the queen was writing, but according to the text, she seemed to be suggesting that [if it’s okay to recommend a saint outside of the recommendation period, the queen and the Margrave will recommend together]. Mauricio was pleading desperately in his letter, saying to send her, regardless of the procedures.

It seems to be a serious situation.

“Well, that’s to be expected. The spiritual spring is drying up, the new leading saint is stirring things up, her father is the current Prime Minister, and with the spiritual spring also dried up and the king bedridden. . . people must think it’s the end of the world.”

I rolled up the letter, restored the seal with [short-term regeneration], attached it to the pigeon, and released it into the sky. The shining pigeon disappeared in an instant—because we were moving at super speed.


Kami-sama started with a serious tone.

“Now that the sacred relic has been removed, my connection to the nation is finally cut off. Until Charlene returns and helps with the restoration of the spiritual spring, I won’t be able to sense the gods of other nations. The divine power over the people born on this land will also lose all its effects.”

“Seriously? Then we need to deal with the sacred relic as soon as possible.”

Kami-sama nodded to my words.

And then I asked about something that had been bothering me.

“. . . . . .So, is Kami-sama now human?”

“No, I’m not human.”

And then Kami-sama answered, looking a little troubled—yet somehow, blushing slightly.

“I’m a god for you alone.”

Despite the overwhelming despair, his words sounded like sweet nothings.

“So for tonight, I get to monopolize you. How romantic.”

I laughed, readying my heart for the brilliantly dazzling dawn.

Because once it catches up to us, there won’t be any room for such leisure.


At that time, 

The castle was on the brink of the worst disaster.

Through the surface of a magic mirror, another magic mirror appeared.

And from the increased mirrors, another magic mirror emerged.

This process was repeated, again and again, until a large number of magic mirrors cluttered a corner of the castle.

When a magic mirror transports a human, the limit is one person per month.

However, if it’s an object like a magic mirror or a monster.

A large number of magic mirrors, like a hall of mirrors, numbered 763.

On all of them—a greasy, dark monster is reflected, glaringly.

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