I'm not a Saintess, I'm Seon-nyeo

—“Seon-nyeo. You look like me, so you must help people.” Every time I heard my mother’s teachings, I made myself the same promise: that I would never become a shaman, like her. But in the end, trying to run from the will of the gods, I died… and woke up in a romance-fantasy world where I thought I wouldn’t need to think about that promise anymore. Except then… [Can you hear my voice?] [From now on, you are the Saintess we have appointed!] No! Why is that god insisting on calling me a Saintess here too?! --- [I can see his late grandmother lingering around that man.] —“James, my boy… have you been well?” —“G-Grandma…?!” With an elegant flick of my wrist, I rang the little bell. —“That woman you want to marry… don’t you ever do it!” I rejected this kind of life in my past life—so much that it ended up leading me to my death… So why do I have to do it here…? And as if that weren’t enough, I obeyed the gods and went to meet the Emperor, but the killing intent he gives off is no joke. —“Calling someone a ‘Saintess’ like she only appears in legends from ages past—this isn’t some childish game.” …To prevent the world’s destruction, do I have to persuade this man? And did it really have to be someone who hates religion?!