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The Saint Wants to Eat Ramen
성녀는 라면이 먹고 싶어Synopsis
I was reincarnated.
I grieved for my ridiculous death in my previous life for only a short while,
because… apparently, I was born with a diamond spoon in my mouth this time.
An unrivaled beauty, the wealth of a ducal family, loving parents who cherish their daughter, a harmonious household—
It seemed I could look forward to a dazzling future. But then… what?
“…There’s no sugar…?”
What do you mean the first doctrine of the national religion is to season food as little as possible?
Are you kidding me?
This is a scam! A reincarnation scam!
“The god has given me an oracle.”
“Priscilla… You mean to say—you’ve been chosen as the Saint of the Iris Church?”
“No.”
I can’t live like this anymore.
“Mother, Father. I’m converting.”
Even if it shocks my parents so much that they faint, I’ll definitely escape from this crazy religion!
…But then, something strange happened.
[System: Saint Awakening complete.]
[System: Current Occupation – “Amour Church Apprentice Saint.”]
Wait. That oracle was a lie…
I never intended to actually become a saint…?
[Failure Penalty – ‘Sugarcane’ seed extinction]
Are you kidding me? What kind of penalty is that?!
“…Ugh, the stress. Spicy food. I need something spicy, right now.”
…First things first—let’s eat before thinking this through.
Blake’s eyes blazed as he spoke.
“This has never happened before. I can’t live without you anymore…”
Stop.
“So don’t even think about leaving me.”
Could he please not say things like that—as if he’s a possessive male lead—
just because he’s addicted to my cooking?
I think I may have accidentally turned the grand duke into a K-style spicy food addict.
Is this… really going to be okay?




