In Holy Acrimony

[I don't care if she's a fake saint, I have a trusted ally and the power to take revenge].

For many years I lived as a healer for the heroes of the Empire. I've participated in countless demon slayings and shed blood countless times. Until one day, a woman claimed to be a real saint.

"How could you have fooled me for so long?"

"I can't believe it. Don't you know shame?"

Then, as if waiting, everyone turned away from me. Pointing fingers at me, calling me a fake. Yeah, it's dirty, it's mean, and I'm done. I threw the mace on the floor, and the hard marble floor shattered in an instant.