The Saintess Is Broken (8)

If only this were a dream.

If only all of it had been a dream.

When I opened my eyes, I’d be getting ready for work like any other modern person.

I’d face a bitterly cold winter morning and lead a life that went round and round like a hamster wheel, without much excitement—but at least I wouldn’t feel the pain of my mind being worn away.

People prefer a gentle, uneventful life like a paved road to one full of steep climbs.

A life of steep climbs is enough for the protagonist of a novel.

That’s why...

I wish this were a dream.

All of this.

“Aria.”...