The Saintess Doesn’t Know Anything

Saintess Constance wakes up in a glass coffin with the words “That’s not my name” on her lips. Looking around at the people diligently praying to her, she has the sudden, horrible feeling that this fact is the least of their concerns.

Forced into a quest with the only qualified person to slay demons, a handsome if mouthy duke, she has no choice but to keep praying.

Too bad that’s all she knows how to do.

“Dear Goddess,” she beseeches with all her heart, “do something useful.”

A creature made from nightmares goes flying past behind her with a crash.

“I’ll kill you all!” The handsome duke screams like a lunatic, sword held high and chasing it.

She continues to pray harder.