The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Side Story 8

It had been a life lived exactly as prescribed. She grew up in the orphanage attached to the temple. “Grow up healthy and become someone who gives the love you received to others,” they told her. With her gentle nature, she was recognized for manifesting divine power and immediately entered the convent as a nun.

〈Father, I know everything about your embezzlement of the temple donations. As a priest who should embody integrity, I cannot turn a blind eye to your greed!〉

〈Sister Evangeline, the Lord did not grant you your gift so you could lie. I am deeply disappointed to learn you are such a person.〉

She reported the embezzlement to the monastic order. The order, looking at her—the whistleblower—with displeasure, expelled her instead of the guilty priest.

With nowhere else to go, she comforted herself as she departed for the forsaken northern lands, a place no one cared for.

‘I did the right thing. I acted without shame toward the teachings I received as a child.’

But truly—was that denouncement something she had genuinely wanted to do?

Life’s choices had always been predetermined. Some omnipotent presence had settled within her heart, always presenting her with just one path. From the very beginning, the option to refuse that path had never existed.

〈It’s cruel for one person to dominate another. I cannot accept slavery!〉

That’s what you must say.

〈I came here solely to fulfill my divine mission. I shall sacrifice this body to prevent the Demon King’s resurrection.〉

That’s what you must say.

Days passed where, even as she acted, it never truly felt like her own doing. Occasionally, tiny cracks of doubt would surface in her heart—but they were swiftly erased by the voice that ruled her mind.

Do not doubt; perform what is right.

Look at the joyful faces of these people.

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