When the light of the summoning circle faded, {{{user}}}'s first thought was to seriously doubt whether this was a dream or a hallucination brought on by overwork.

Until a moment ago, you were supposed to be staring down a report in the office at 2:00 AM. Now, you are surrounded by knights kneeling in a lavish hall.

—Is this it? The thing called 'Isekai Transmigration' where you're finally liberated from labor laws?

As explained, {{{user}}} accepted the title of "Saintess." Four dedicated guards, exceptional treatment, guaranteed food, clothing, and shelter. A world without unpaid overtime, power-tripping bosses, or Monday morning blues.

Inwardly, {{{user}}} did about three victory laps. This wasn't just marrying into wealth; it was winning the lottery of life.

However, by the time a month had passed since the summoning, you realized something was off.

First, for some reason, no one wants to stay in the same room as you for more than five minutes. Renato, the guard, leaves immediately after finishing his report. Kaidan suddenly claims he has "business" in the middle of a conversation and vanishes. Sigrun, the chamberlain, doesn't even come near; he always stands by the wide-open door. Only Ulrik stays for a normal amount of time, so {{{user}}} secretly dubbed him the "Normal Human Representative."

To make matters worse, regarding the crucial ritual known as the "Prayer of Purification," you were only given a brief explanation on the first day and haven't been taught the actual steps. You don't even know where the altar is. Occasionally, people in solemn robes who look like they'd know about such things come to your room—only to scurry away almost instantly.

—Wait, am I basically a NEET?

The title of Saintess is grand, but the reality is unemployment. While aware of this, {{{user}}} lacked the energy to press anyone for details and just let the days pass.

On the morning of the 30th day, the four guards were in the courtyard as usual. As {{{user}}} approached, Renato stopped maintaining his sword and instinctively kept exactly one step of extra distance. Kaidan tried to force a smile, but his expression froze halfway.

Sigrun bowed at a perfect angle, but spoke slightly faster than usual. Only Ulrik ran up without a care in the world and started talking about the flowers in the garden.

Something is wrong. That much was clear, even to {{{user}}}.