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The Superficial Saint Becomes a Young Girl, Relishing Her Exiled Life with a Love-Stricken God – Extra 3

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝟑: 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.

At the heart of the royal capital, in the headquarters of the church, located adjacent to the royal palace.

Even further inside, in the office solely for the use of the leading saint located adjacent to the cathedral where the spiritual spring bubbled forth, the new leading saint, Lulumia Horsewood, was grimacing at documents while swinging her legs onto a footrest. A priest was massaging her feet.

What was written there was a reservation list of confessions that she had inherited directly from Charlene. It seemed that Charlene had made time to hear the voices of commoners in the confession room, meeting with at least one person a day whenever she could find the time.

“She really did a good job of playing to the crowd, didn’t she?”

Lulumia sighed while resting her cheek on her hand.

“Besides that, just how much did that woman work? Even though she climbed all the way up to the position of leading saint, she seems to have done nothing but work.”

Unlike other saints, the leading saint spends most of her day acting according to her own schedule. Since Lulumia had no interest in the office of the saint, she assumed the role without knowing much about the duties of the leading saint. Ever since her appointment, she had been constantly astonished by Charlene’s heavy workload.

Starting with purification rituals before dawn, then moving from the cathedral to the royal palace, the saint’s dormitory, the city’s churches and charity homes, to dining with merchants―she was working non-stop until her evening bath.

“Well, since she was originally living at the bottom of society, that woman must be accustomed to working from morning till night. But I am a noble’s daughter, and I detest being treated like a mouse.”

“I understand.”

The maidservants and priests who noticed Lulumia’s gaze bowed their heads. Pleased, Lulumia stood up.

She had her complaints, but whenever she looked at herself in the mirror dressed as the leading saint, she felt exhilarated.

She had finally reached the pinnacle. She, Lulumia, who was a daughter of a concubine.

The now standing Lulumia delegated almost all of her work to her attendants.

As the saints and priests departed, she smirked while looking at herself in the mirror.

“Charlene, I hope you regret this in the afterlife. If only you had obeyed me, you wouldn’t have had to die.”

In fact,

Even with the power of Lulumia and the House of Duke Horsewood, her appointment as leading saint did not go smoothly. Many priests claimed that Lulumia lacked the power of the miraculous saint, and the faction opposing Lulumia―the high priest faction, did not approve of her appointment.

However, there were no other saints who could be candidates for the leading saint apart from Lulumia. To begin with, no such saint could have existed once Lulumia had seized power in the church.

Eventually, ten days after Charlene had “returned to her original world”, Lulumia was finally able to put on the garment of the leading saint.

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After getting through the bare minimum of morning ablutions and prayers, Lulumia promptly headed off to a meeting on church system reorganization along with her faction of priests.

In the conference room were priests from Lulumia’s faction, and influential figures from various regions gathered.

Church activities revolving around the saint had been majorly reformed during the time of the leading saint, Charlene. Many of those who supported the Lulumia faction were those who were discontent with the reforms carried out by Charlene. The more they had been benefiting from the vested interests of the church, the more they resented Charlene―it was precisely because Charlene had overwhelming support that they had lost their voice up until now.

The ones who had been chatting casually around the round table stopped talking and rose to bow respectfully the moment they saw Lulumia.

“Thank you, Lulumia-sama, for allowing us to resume the free dispatch of saints.”

“Yes. As scheduled, please start nationwide from today. The saints to be dispatched will be as I have decided.”

“We understand.”

They, with satisfied faces, go ahead and prepare for the dispatch one after the other.

“Ah, the free dispatch of saints is indeed the essence of your church’s charitable activities. I don’t understand why Charlene-sama stopped it.”

“Yes, truly.”

Lulumia smiles.

The free dispatch of saints to the masses was one of the activities abolished by Charlene.

Why would Charlene stop such an activity that not only quickly popularizes by treating the poor for free but also seems to benefit the public? Lulumia doesn’t understand.

In fact, when Lulumia announced that she would resume after assuming the position of the leading saint, voices of joy were raised from various places, and influential figures from various places offered locations and personnel. On the contrary, influential people who wanted to dispatch a saint to their town as soon as possible, even if it means making a donation, followed one after another. Donations and support quickly gathered in the wallet of the Lulumia faction.

While flattering the joyous people, Lulumia despises Charlene in her heart.

(I mean, she was originally a stray cat at the bottom, so I wonder if she thought it would be okay to get better for free. . . . . .Well, thanks to that woman’s folly, I can quickly make my name as a new leading saint known throughout the country, so it helps)

During the meeting, Lulumia takes the list of saints to be dispatched and looks at it from top to bottom.

She had ranked all 124 saints by ability and loyalty to herself, as well as utility. The rebellious saints are in the lowest rank. In this dispatch activity as well, she intends to send them to the most remote and harsh places to exhaust them.

Also, powerful saints were placed under Lulumia’s control through the backing of the Duke Horsewood family and the church’s internal pieces. She periodically assigned the work of the leading saint to these women and Lulumia secured her own free time.

After the meeting ended amicably, a maid comes to Lulumia, who is getting makeup and massage.

“Lulumia-sama, Chairman Robertson from Makeido City has arrived.”

“Oh. Please guide him to the reception room. Please also clear the room.”

With a smile on her face, Lulumia goes to the reception room while carefully retouching her makeup.

She doesn’t have time to do silly leading saint activities.

Lulumia has something to do. The term of office of the leading saint is less than ten years. While she still has time, she needs to strengthen the bases she and her father hold.

As she walks, Lulumia reviews information about Robertson in her mind.

Chairman Robertson of the Robertson Company is a handsome young man still in his early thirties, and according to rumors, he’s an ambitious go-getter.

In order to take over the influential people from various regions who were connected through Charlene’s service activities, Lulumia had been meeting face-to-face with each of them. However, Lulumia only meets directly with some of the influential people. She leaves the entertaining of lower-ranking people to her saints. Unlike Charlene, who was a leading saint who could meet at any time, she values her rarity as a daughter of the Prime Minister. After all, ingratiating herself with old men and middle-aged men is not her job.

“If he’s an ambitious man, then I’m good. He would be delighted to know that he could get close to the daughter of the Prime Minister.”

Lulumia stops, looks at her reflection in the hallway mirror.

“Fufu. . . I’m a better woman than that Charlene.”

Dressed in a saint’s attire, Lulumia had styled her fluffy milk-tea-colored hair and pink drooping eyes, along with subtly emphasizing her body lines with her leading saint costume, to be many times more seductive than Charlene.

“I can do what a stray cat can do. Winning people’s hearts is something I’m good at too.”

With a flourish of her hem, she heads to the reception room.

Believing without a doubt that she will succeed.

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―An hour later.

In the reception room, Lulumia was pale-faced in front of the documents that had been courteously pushed back.

Robertson, the chairman of the merchant company, dressed in a dapper striped suit and with his auburn hair neatly groomed, wore a gentle smile but made it clear that he would not aid Lulumia.

“Why? Weren’t you connected with Charlene. . . . . .?”

“I’m sorry, but it’s precisely because I endorse Charlene’s charitable activities that I cannot assist in your endeavors, Lulumia-sama.”

“But. . . . . .I can provide you with more assistance than Charlene in your endeavors, Mr. Robertson.”

Lulumia desperately appeals, advocating her value as a lead saint and her added value as the Prime Minister’s daughter. But Robertson, the chairman of the merchant company, merely shakes his head in dismissal.

“Even if there are benefits, my answer won’t change.”

With his neatly groomed and dignified eyebrows lowered, the man explained apologetically.

“A merchant is all about [trust], Lulumia-sama. From what I see, your and Charlene-sama’s philosophies on charity are diametrically opposed. If I were to easily endorse you, it would betray the people who trust me.”

“Even if it means missing out on something much bigger than our current connection?”

“. . . . . .”

Robertson gives Lulumia a cold, knife-like stare in response to her words.

With a shiver running down her spine, Lulumia stepped back. Robertson gives a small smile.

“I’m sorry. Your proposal is indeed attractive, Lulumia-sama. However, as a humble young merchant, your offer is too much for me. Please, offer your goods to someone else.”

Robertson stands up. Towards his departing back, Lulumia calls out.

“Wait, won’t you at least talk about personal matters?”

As a last resort, Lulumia wraps her arm around Robertson’s, and looks at him with upturned eyes.

There was no man who wouldn’t be pleased when Lulumia did this―at least until now.

Robertson coldly shakes off Lulumia’s arm.

“Excuse me. . . . . .Please, don’t cheapen the title of leading saint.”

“How dare you! I am far more than the previous saint.”

Just as she’s about to mention Charlene’s background, Lulumia immediately closes her mouth.

The church had raised her as a transmigrated saint and made her leading saint. Although it was a move by the High Priest faction, her opposition, revealing it would damage the authority of the church as a whole.

“. . . . . .Then, may God’s blessings be upon you, leading saint.”

With a bang of the door, Robertson leaves.

Lulumia turns around in the room. The maid-in-waiting Saint who was on standby shudders.

In frustration, Lulumia threw the cold water that Robertson had left on her.

“Next time. . . . . .Once my power grows, that man will eventually come to serve me.”

And so.

The harm caused by Charlene’s unexpectedly clean and straightforward activities was assaulting Lulumia.

However, this was only the beginning of Lulumia’s downfall.


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  1. OliMolls Avatar

    What is wrong with her 🤯

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