I'm Not a Saintess, I'm a Fairy

"Fairy. You’re like me, so you have to help people."

Every time my mother said that, I made the same silent vow.

I won’t live as a shaman like her.

But after dying while trying to escape the gods, I woke up in a Western fantasy romance world, one where I thought I’d finally be free of fate and divine nonsense.

Except...

[Can you hear our voices? From this moment on, you’ve been appointed as our Saintess!]

Seriously. Why are the gods here calling me a fairy too?!

[Your late grandmother is hovering around that man.]

"James, my dear, have you been well?"

"G– Grandma...?!"

I snapped my wrist with practiced flair, bells chiming through the air.

"You're planning to marry that woman? That’s not happening."

I literally died in my previous life trying to run away from this kind of destiny.

So why am I doing this all over again...?

Dragged along by divine orders, I go to meet the Emperor, just to find out his killing intent is absolutely insane.

"A Saintess? That’s something out of ancient legends. This isn’t children’s play."

...Wait. I have to convince this guy to prevent the end of the world?

Why does it have to be a religion-hating Emperor?!