– Rain's POV -
The silver haired young man's back was broad and confident as he walked away.
It shouldn't have bothered me.
And yet, as he walked away after telling me — quite bluntly to fuck off, I couldn't summon a single clever retort.
My jaw stayed tight, my nails biting into my palms.
How dare he?
I was the Saintess, even if I was a push over in my past life, I had the power to destroy everything he held dear in an instant, even though I hadn't gained my full power back, it should be enough to deal with a common man.
[Well, I like his guts.]
The voice wasn't my own.
It flowed into my mind like a ripple across still water — gentle, melodic, yet carrying a weight that made my chest tighten.
The Goddess.
Her voice had first come to me right after I regressed.
Before I regressed I had only been able to pray to the goddess but now due to the blessing I received before I regressed, I could speak with her freely.
