To tell the truth, Cecilia hadn't planned on using Oathran's name as a divine cudgel to secure her alliances. It had been a spur-of-the-moment piece of blasphemous wit. But the man now looked so visibly, insufferably proud of himself that she didn't have the heart to tell everyone she'd been joking.
Besides, even as a joke, it wasn't entirely a lie.
Oathran was the reason she'd been crowned Saintess seventeen years ago. He was the reason she was still alive now. His presence in her life was the very definition of fate.
So, really… was it such a lie to say she served him as her 'god'?
Yes, she wanted their bond to be temporary, just like he did. Yes, his grand plan culminated in her ripping his heart out. But this… thing between them was still a relationship. And being bonded to him, for all its complications, had been a five-star experience.
