I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess

Chapter 66: Wish (3)

Excerpt from [Saintess, Reverse Harem is Impure!, Page 175]

Winter cast its furious chill.

Frost settled atop blood that had not yet dried, and white puffs of breath escaped fragile, faltering lungs that seemed on the verge of stopping altogether.

The harsh cold pierced to the bone.

It was the perfect season for death. Corpses frozen solid do not decay quickly, after all.

Until they were tossed into a large pit, they did not emit the unpleasant stench of rot—how convenient.

Especially when the one to die was a sinner unlike any the world would ever see again.

A villainess who served the evil god and plunged the empire into despair.