The Cowardly Baby Saint Sees Ghosts - Chapter 1

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# Episode 1.
Thank goodness she arrived before the blow could land properly.
All this time I’d been braced so tightly with tension that not a muscle in my body didn’t ache.
I let all the tension drain from me and slumped against the plush sofa of the carriage.
Ever since I’d woken this morning, I’d been staring at the window with a strange expression as it blurred my vision and hummed incessantly.
[Congratulations! Saint Authentication Complete!]
[Congratulations. You have become the Fourth Saint.]
Name: Diane Irene / Age 5
You are a Saint who has appeared once in three hundred years. Please work diligently to fill the Good Deed Gauge for the peace and stability of the Empire.
If you fail to do so, you will die.
[Current Progress: 0/1000]
‘What the hell is this mess.’
Even worse, the Status Window was decorated in cute pastel tones, garish and bright.
Pop. Puff-boom.
Little fireworks burst above the glittering pop-up window in celebration.
If the goal was to infuriate me, it had succeeded beyond measure.
‘This infantile interface—what is it, some toddler’s game?’
The absurd part was that the moment I saw that Status Window, I’d immediately remembered this was a world from a novel.
‘Saint, is it? The kind who loses her head for failing to appease the Tyrannical Emperor?’
At first I’d tried to deny it somehow, but seeing how my injuries had already healed completely, I’d given up the struggle.
True, the old scars from before hadn’t disappeared entirely, but the way they’d faded suggested they’d soon be gone.
Yes, up to that point everything was fine, but that last line—it grated on me.
‘You’ll die?’
I’m already fated to die; why belabor the point further?
A hollow laugh escaped me.
I don’t want to die, meager as this life is.
In my past life, unloved and grown lonely, I’d had no friends, no family—only a string of part-time jobs and a hand-to-mouth existence.
Never saw a shred of light in all my years, then got hit by a truck, and the next thing I knew I was here, in this other world.
An abandoned orphanage tucked away in a mountain valley where no one ever came. I didn’t want to live anymore, but I didn’t want to die either, so I simply dragged on.
The Director used to say my emotionless eyes disgusted her.
Gray hair and purple eyes weren’t uncommon, but with the memories of my past life, my gaze was that of a worn-out adult, and no one wanted to buy me.
My emotions had dulled, calluses hardened over my wounds, and before long I’d become something incapable of any expression at all.
Despite being only five years old, the Director disliked me especially for not acting like a child.
‘So if I don’t cry, shouldn’t you be happy?’
But the moment I did cry, she’d say it was too loud and beat me anyway.
Then one day, while weathering it all, I opened my eyes one morning and saw the Status Window. It had a structure similar to the game systems I’d seen a few times at PC Rooms in my past life.
What stung a little was that only after awakening as a Saint did I realize this was a world from a novel.
More than that, though—
‘So I have a house name after all.’
Nearly five years into my reincarnation in this world, and only now did I learn the surname that followed my name.
Diane Irene.
A Saint who appeared once in three hundred years.
‘So what?’
Does anything change? I’ll just end up getting my Holy Power drained to the bone at a Temple and then discarded.
It seemed the novel didn’t give any particular description of that.
But that was the unspoken rule of the world I’d lived in all my life.
If you’re useless, you get thrown away.
‘Obvious, really.’
So then, why did this Knight before my eyes look at me as if he might burst into tears any moment?

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