The Mimic Beast Saint distorted the hero’s personality

Chapter 1: The Twisted Thing Under the Saint's Skin In the dilapidated temple, a breeze slipped through the narrow windows long devoid of glass. Sunlight poured down from the collapsed roof, illuminating the temple hall filled with broken tables, chairs, and a damaged statue. “The weather’s nice today, isn’t it? The breeze and the sunlight are just perfect.” Murmuring these words was a blonde girl, a low-ranking saintess dressed in plain temple priestess robes.Her golden, slightly wavy long hair, tied back with a headscarf, swayed like waves in the breeze. Her exquisite, doll-like face, with scarlet eyes resembling rubies, squinted slightly in the comfortable wind. But the next moment, a sigh broke the serene scene.“Suna, a house full of drafts can hardly be called perfect.” Hearing these