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The Baby Saint Wants to Destroy the World!
Prologue
In the Holy City of Esperia, the aged Pope uttered one final prophecy just before drawing his last breath.
“The Goddess has not yet abandoned us.”
“Your Holiness!”
“You must… find the Child…!”
With only those words, the Pope passed away without naming a successor.
“What are we to do now?”
The late Pope had been the hero who protected the Holy City of Esperia from the Great Witch, the calamity known as the worst disaster in history.
Although the Great Witch—once hailed as the strongest—had died, the Magic City of Lunafelt still stood strong.
Especially the six great sinners, led by the ruthless Grand Archmage of Wrath, Chrom, who claimed to be her successor. They continued to expand their power, consumed by the desire to avenge their master.
If another crisis struck now that the Pope—their only hope—was gone, who would save them?
“The Pope spoke those words himself. We must believe.”
The long war had left deep scars upon the Holy City as well.
As though mourning the loss of its father, rain continued to fall over Esperia deep into the night.
While quietly copying the holy scriptures with the sound of rainfall for company, Archbishop Bahaman suddenly heard a strange noise from the entrance to the garden.
“A baby’s cry?”
“Your Grace!”
Ignoring the acolyte who hurried after him with an umbrella, Bahaman rushed into the garden.
There, amidst the darkness, he saw a mysterious radiance.
A delicate fragrance drifted through the air.
Though rain poured relentlessly from the heavens, not a single drop touched the noble little figure standing there.
“…Goddess.”
Just as the Pope had foretold with his dying words…
The Goddess had personally sent the Child of Prophecy to save her flock.
“This is…”
“…A miracle.”
The tiny infant possessed dazzling platinum-blonde hair, just like the Goddess depicted in the temple murals.
Blinking transparent light-violet eyes like polished crystal, the baby quietly stared at him.
“…Saint.”
A title bestowed only upon the earthly incarnation of the Goddess.
The one who would stand above even the Pope and watch over not only the Holy City of Esperia but the entire continent—
“WAAAAAHHHH!! (GET LOST!!)”
With an earth-shaking cry, the baby kicked Archbishop Bahaman square in the face.
Chapter : 1 – The Witch Reincarnates
The Great Witch Lucifella had the unfortunate ability to remember every life she had ever lived.
Damn this miserable existence.
The order of those memories was hopelessly scrambled, making them difficult to sort out.
But she remembered enough.
She had lived as everything from an imperial princess to a lowly slave.
Sometimes she had even been born as a bird, a cat…
Or an iguana.
There was only one thing every life had in common.
She always died young.
When she had been born an imperial princess, she became entangled in political struggles.
When she had lived as a slave, she spent her entire life working only to be crushed beneath a collapsing wall of bricks.
As an animal, she died even faster.
Even when she had been born as a tortoise—supposedly capable of living well over two hundred years—she had the terrible luck of running into a shark and died before reaching the age of ten.
Being human wasn’t much better.
Once, after tearfully parting with the love of her life at a young age, she died…
Only to be reborn the very next day as a mayfly.
And then…
She was swatted to death by that very same lover.
The only thing she regretted was failing to rip apart the mouth of that bastard who had sworn eternal love and promised they would recognize each other no matter how many times they were reborn.
…Still, quite a few people remember me.
Perhaps it was compensation for such a miserable string of unlucky lives.
Though she always died young, she repeatedly etched her name into history as a short-lived genius.
When she had been born the chief of a tribe, her achievements became legends passed down as heroic tales.
The dishes she invented while working as a chef were still enjoyed throughout the continent.
A song she composed at the age of five, when she had been born the daughter of a musician, was still sung by countless people.
A painting she completed during one lifetime as an artist was hailed as the masterpiece left behind by a genius who died too soon and eventually sold for the highest price in the continent’s history.
So what?
There had once been a time when such things brought her joy.
But once you died…
None of it mattered.
After her ninety-eighth reincarnation—where she had been born as a water deer only to be mauled to death by a tiger—she opened her eyes once again.
This time…
She had been abandoned as an orphan in the slums.
And at the age of three…
All of her past-life memories returned.
Please… I just want this endless cycle of reincarnation to end.
When would she finally be granted eternal rest?
So she made a decision.
If this world is destroyed… then surely I won’t be reincarnated again.
During her seventy-eighth life, she had been born as a famous knight.
The mage she had loved back then once told her about forbidden magic.
“There exists a form of magic capable of creating miracles… but only Grand Archmages can use it.”
It was now known as Ancient Magic—
A realm no human was ever meant to touch.
If I can reach it… perhaps this endless cycle will finally come to an end.
“But if it fails… the entire world will be destroyed.”
She couldn’t have cared less.
Immediately afterward, she sought out the Empire’s greatest Grand Archmage—
Lunafelt—
and stubbornly begged to become his disciple.
“What a terribly stubborn child.”
Even when her skin began to rot from exposure, she clenched her teeth and continued kneeling before his door.
“Do you truly wish to learn magic that badly?”
“Yes.”
Unable to overcome her relentless determination, the old mage finally accepted her.
To the nameless child, he gave a name.
Lucifella.
May you shine like the morning star.
Determined not to disappoint her master, Lucy devoted herself to studying magic.
It’s still easier than when I was reincarnated as a spoon worm.
Magic was difficult.
But she had no choice.
Even if she had failed ninety-eight times…
As long as she succeeded on the ninety-ninth attempt…
That would be enough.
This time…
She would destroy the world…
And end everything.
Years passed.
The little girl who once barely managed to grab hold of her master’s robe gradually grew until she almost matched the height of the elderly archmage.
By then…
Her magical talent had developed to the point where even her master could only marvel.
“Excellent. You have surpassed me.”
“There’s still so much I haven’t learned. Especially that forbidden magic…”
“No.”
“Why?”
Through endless study and relentless training, she had increased her mana until even the amount she possessed nearly equaled that of her master.
“If you fail… the world will perish.”
Perhaps her master had already guessed that destroying the world was her true objective.
Whenever the subject came up…
He looked at her with sorrowful eyes.
Pulling his young disciple into a warm embrace with wrinkled hands, he gently said over and over,
“My beloved Lucy… I only want you to live an ordinary, happy life.”
“Learn how beautiful this world truly is.”
“Learn to love the people beside you.”
She shook her head.
“It’s all meaningless.”
“Everyone dies eventually.”
The man who had once sworn eternal love failed to recognize her when she was reborn as a mayfly.
And that wasn’t all.
In another life, her closest friend—jealous of her talent as a painter—mixed poisonous pigments into her tea.
As she clutched her throat in agony…
Her friend smiled brightly.
“If only you disappeared.”
That was probably when she stopped expecting anything from people.
“Even someone like you will someday find someone precious enough to protect.”
“That’ll never happen.”
Even so…
She loved the peaceful life she shared with her master.
If only it could continue forever.
If only…
She never had to die again.
But she would soon regret speaking so carelessly.
“By order of the Empire… Grand Archmage Lunafelt is sentenced to death for treason!”
After her master’s unjust execution…
Everything changed.
She had never lived beyond twenty years in any lifetime.
She was only fifteen now.
That meant…
She had perhaps five years left.
“Infinite mana is like the morning sun, while its nature is as fickle as the moon.”
The day Lucifella first revealed herself to the world…
It was her overwhelming strength that engraved her name into history.
She destroyed the Empire that had framed her master.
As her infamous reputation spread across the continent, Lucy suddenly settled in a small frontier town…
And built a city of her own.
The City of Witches—Lunafelt.
She named it after the master who was no longer alive.
The fallen Empire split into four kingdoms.
Those who foolishly challenged her were utterly crushed.
Many willingly became her subordinates afterward.
The kingdoms, fearful of her growing influence, declared war against her again and again…
And suffered crushing defeat every time.
No matter who stood against her…
She never lost.
That absolute, unparalleled power only deepened the terror associated with her name.
My name is Lucifella…
The Great Witch of Pride.
Within Lunafelt…
Strength alone determined justice.
The seven strongest beings—including Lucifella herself—ruled as absolute authorities whose power expanded with each passing day.
“If you’re searching for the forbidden magic… it’s probably in the Holy City of Esperia.”
When the Magic City had grown into a nation…
A corrupted priest finally revealed the location of the spell she had searched for all these years.
The Holy City of Esperia.
The heart of the continent.
The sacred land devoted to the Goddess.
Everyone insisted that every other place in the world could be conquered…
But never Esperia.
Yet she had nowhere left to turn.
I don’t have much time left.
Across all her countless reincarnations…
This was the first time she had barely managed to live past twenty.
Ironically…
The longest she’d ever lived was when she had been reborn as the Emperor’s pet chicken.
She had survived for over twenty years—far beyond a normal chicken’s lifespan.
Then…
The Emperor died.
And after a new Emperor ascended the throne…
She was cooked into chicken stew as a royal offering.
I’m not dying another ridiculous death like that.
“Advance.”
“Burn the Holy City to the ground if you must.”
“But obtain the forbidden magic at all costs.”
Together with her loyal disciples…
She launched an expedition toward the Holy City of Esperia.
Even for Lucy—who had never known defeat—
The priests of the temple proved to be formidable opponents.
Especially…
The Pope’s right-hand man.
The blood-soaked Saint who knew no fear.
Back then…
Bishop Bahaman in his youth had been such a monstrous opponent that even the Great Witch Lucifella dreaded fighting him.
Just how endless was that old man’s stamina…? No matter how many times I beat him down, he simply refused to die…
As befitted a priest, Bahaman wasn’t particularly skilled at attacking.
But he possessed a defense so absurd that people called it the body granted by God.
No attack could break through it.
“…Saint.”
The very same Bahaman…
Had now become a frail old man.
His eyes shone with overwhelming joy.
His bearded face moved so close that it nearly touched hers.
“WAAAAAHHHH!! (GET LOST!!)”
Without thinking…
Lucy lifted her tiny foot…
And kicked him in the face with all her might.
