Lizebel realized the peculiarity of her powers at a very young age—right around the time she officially registered them as "clairvoyance."

To be precise, it wasn’t her intention to have her abilities categorized as clairvoyance.

“Alright, look here. What’s this?”
“…Ace of Spades.”
“And this one?”
“Eight of Hearts.”
“Clairvoyance it is.”

The inspector assessing her abilities at the time was deeply entrenched in routine. He showed little interest in the seemingly unremarkable powers of a young girl.

And so, without much thought, he labeled and registered Lizebel’s ability as clairvoyance.

Of course, Lizebel found this conclusion strange.

“Clairvoyance? That’s not right…”

She pondered over it, glancing upward—not just at the ceiling but beyond, at a place far removed from the physical realm, where something vast coiled and slumbered.

There, in that unfathomable distance, lay a massive, adorable dog. Or so her mind perceived it. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a dog at all, but that’s how Lizebel’s brain chose to interpret the being.

Whenever she tentatively reached out to borrow the dog’s vision, it responded, allowing her to see the world from an indescribable perspective—neither up, down, nor any familiar direction.

Beyond just its sight, she could also borrow its strength, its voice, or even enough fur to make a coat. Each time, the creature, visible only to her, wagged its tail with annoyance but never outright rejected her.

It was like an indulgent uncle who complained about being bothered yet still handed over his pocket money. Lizebel spent her days experimenting with this entity’s powers.

“Die, you bitch!”
“W-wha—!?”

Then one day, she was attacked by a classmate. The reason? A boy her attacker liked had been paying attention to Lizebel, who always seemed distracted, gazing off into strange places.

As her enraged classmate unleashed her abilities and charged at her, Lizebel instinctively used her own power. For the first time, she realized that her abilities could significantly alter reality.

The furious girl, who had been radiating murderous intent moments earlier, suddenly stopped, her expression softening as she linked arms with Lizebel.

“Lizebel! What are you doing? Weren’t we going to hang out together?”
“Huh? Uh… yeah…”
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

It dawned on Lizebel much later that this was a manifestation of her power rewriting reality. Specifically, the being watching over her from a higher plane had pulled a new “timeline” into existence.

Though the incident led other students to grow suspicious and report her to the Hero Association, no evidence of wrongdoing or hypnotic influence was found.

“─No issues here. Be careful on your way home.”
“Yes… yes, sir…”

From this point onward, Lizebel began to change. She used her abilities for personal gain, to help her friends find love, and even to save people in need.

But personal use had its limits. As a child, she didn’t know many ways to make easy money, and frequent strokes of luck invited suspicion of supernatural foul play.

While she resolved such issues by pulling in timelines free of misunderstandings, she discovered a weakness in her abilities.

Implausible successes came with significant risks. For example, wishing to win the lottery without buying a ticket could result in finding someone else’s winning ticket on the street.

“Umm… I found this…”
“Ah, a lottery ticket?”
“Yes. And, uh… it’s the winning ticket…”

Naturally, she returned the ticket to its rightful owner, and the story made the news. People praised her as a kind-hearted student, calling her an angel with a pure soul.

[“What inspired you to return the ticket? There were no cameras in the area, so you could have kept it without anyone knowing.”]
“Oh, I just did what I thought was right.”
[“I see! That’s amazing! Truly an angelic student in today’s world!”]

After the interview, Lizebel went home and browsed the internet, reading countless articles and comments about herself. People praised her as a good-hearted, angelic high schooler.

It was then that Lizebel realized the path she should take.

That’s right.
She decided to pursue a career that allowed her to help others, feel fulfilled, and earn significant wealth—
She decided to become a saint.

“Maybe we should just kill her~?”
“…Excuse me?”

I let out a hollow laugh at Six’s casual suggestion of murder. When I stared at her, she shrugged as if wondering what the problem was.

“If you’re keeping an eye on her, she must be dangerous, right? More so than those S-class villains from the recent apocalypse or the ice age events.”
“…Wait, you remember all that?”
“Of course. Didn’t you leave those memories on purpose?”

Her words reminded me that our organization’s members had taken special drugs to perceive Six, thereby gaining their own “worlds.”

Even if I altered the world’s perception, those with their own solidified realities wouldn’t be affected. More accurately, they would adapt to the change but retain memories of the original state.

“So… our entire organization remembers the destroyed world, huh…”

Six’s indifference to human life began to make sense. After all, they’d witnessed a world where morality and ethics had crumbled.

Not that understanding meant condoning it.

“That doesn’t justify casually killing people.”
“Why not? Killing her seems safest. If we’d left that satellite laser on her, she’d be dead by now~.”
“There’s no guarantee it would’ve worked. Besides, killing someone who isn’t even resisting? That’s absurd.”

Even if we did kill her, success would bring its own problems. And if we failed, the consequences would be catastrophic. If she turned out to be an extraordinary being and retaliated by unleashing chaos… the damage could be irreversible.

One cannot undo death, only erase its memory. Such an action would be unethical, and the boss would surely have my head for it.

“Then what’s the plan? Are we just going to cower in this room forever~?”
“This is my lab, not a room, and I’m not cowering.”
“Smells like a bachelor’s room to me~.”

Six covered her nose dramatically, making me sniff my sleeve reflexively. I didn’t notice any smell…

But as a self-respecting young man, I couldn’t let that slide. I grabbed a deodorizer, sprayed it liberally, and returned to my seat.

“If your abilities worked properly, we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“…Are you blaming me~?”
“No, no. It’s just… a bit frustrating.”
“Right, right~. Blame the poor girl dragged back to work during her vacation~. My bad~.”
“…That’s not what I meant at all.”

As I tried to placate her, the lab door suddenly burst open. At first, I thought it was another argument, but the person entering wasn’t anyone familiar.

Well, not entirely unfamiliar.

Pink hair that shimmered, a distinctive religious uniform…

“Oh, this is the right place.”
“─How did you…”
“I followed His guidance, of course.”

And a chest large enough to overshadow everything else.

The saint had come to visit.

“Nice to meet you, intruders.”

With sparkling eyes, she greeted us with a gentle smile.