The rain kept on falling and even after everyone left, Rain was still under the statue looking at where the Saintess had been buried.
'Once again…'
She thought bitterly.
In her first life, her mother had died when she was young and Martha had taken care of her as if she was one of her own daughters then Martha was killed by demons, urging the Emperor and the church to make Rain the Saintess in her place.
Martha was her mother-figure and in this life too, she had failed to save her mother figure once again.
What was the use of being a regressor when she could not save anyone that mattered?
[You were too harsh]
Nyala's voice sounded in her head and Rain bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Her blond hair was completely wet right now, plastered to her face.
"I still haven't forgiven you for letting her die… You know how much I care about Martha, don't you?" Rain asked and Nyala let out a sigh that echoed through her mind.
