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Behind the Mask of the Saint

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Raised as a saintess candidate, Faerielle lived her life acting innocent and kind. Although for the long years of pretension, she knew that she could no longer wear the thick mask of the saint. Since it is driving her mad. However, if she removes those masks, she'll die before she knows it. So, will Faerielle give up her sanity and peace, or will she pretend for the rest of her life?
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

"Hmm, so villainous!" I giggled while staring at the woman in front of me. I've been observing her for a while now, and the only thing I could say is that, "You're hopeless, so don't bother pretending."

I crossed my legs and continued watching over her. Hilariously, she just stared back at me with those empty eyes and weary expression. She looks like a witch to me if only she didn't have that silver hair and those golden eyes.

Though, despite having those amazing features, her eyes were completely dull and lacked brilliance.

So I just sighed and felt the soft cushion of my bed pressing on my palm. That woman in front of me is also sitting in a white bed, but regardless of that, this woman just looked like a robot that is planning to end her life at any minute.

Just how did this woman with this mindset go through the selection? I can't believe that the priests had been playing favorites this time. I guess I'd no longer be surprised if she was chosen as the next saintess.

Well, poor her. I'm certain she won't last while serving as a saint. Not with that kind of mindset.

And I'm even doubting why she deserves this kind of magnificent room. With her gloominess, she doesn't deserve even a single bit of it.

Then the woman lay on the bed while clutching a pillow. Just by her looks, I can tell that she was so exhausted.

But why not give up?

If she thinks that she can no longer do it, then just run away.

What is she trying to prove by staying here and enduring everything?

Anyway, why am I so focused on her?

So after a few stretches, I walk towards the mirror. It was so large that I could see my whole body while standing in front of it.

While at it, I couldn't help but lean my face on that mirror after seeing my reflection.

A woman without a soul.

A woman without any hope.

A woman without life.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a while. And when I opened them, the empty eyes were gone and replaced by bright and innocent golden eyes. Then I spent an hour preparing my long silver hair.

As I walked outside the room, I looked back at the single bed in front of me and a large mirror.

"Well, see you later, my other self."

I muttered before parading in my perfect white dress and wearing a mask filled with deceit.