I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game – Chapter 170
“Sigh…” Margarita, with a disheveled face, sat hunched in the temple’s backyard, clutching a cigarette butt. ‘How did it come to this…’ She had become a priestess because she wanted to heal the sick. If there was a problem, it was that she had been too enthusiastic about it. As a result of performing healing…