Summary
I was a child abandoned in the slums.
I didn’t even know my parents’ faces, and I starved more often than I ate.
Then one day, a holy mark suddenly appeared on the back of my hand.
…It seems like God made a mistake.
Breaking news from the Edenbaroque Empire!
After 100 years, a divine message has finally come from Saint Bethcerian the Fifth!
Wait… “the Fifth” doesn’t mean the fifth generation, but that she’s five years old…?
“We welcome the noble Saint. Please, follow God’s will, defeat the monsters, bring peace to the world, and guide us who are lacking.”
They knelt before me—
a girl who was barely just over 100 centimeters tall.
They want a five-year-old to bring world peace?
Is this for real?
