A story about a commoner protagonist enrolling in a noble academy and facing all kinds of discrimination and incidents. And about awakening late as a saintess, receiving help from the male protagonists, ending the war with the demon race, and saving humanity.
Just from the summary, it was a worn-out, mass-produced romance fantasy.
But this novel was different. The trials the protagonist faced—so-called "frustrating moments"—were so abundant they could choke you, but thanks to the author's insane writing skills and meticulous build-up, readers couldn't help but pay for the next chapter even while cursing.
Thanks to that, dominating the platform rankings was a given, and after its completion, it became a mega-hit with webtoon and anime adaptations. It was such an entertaining novel that even me from my previous life, who had read omnivorously without distinguishing between male-targeted and female-targeted works, stayed up all night reading it.
But if you ask why that memory of my previous life, which I had completely forgotten in the distant past, had to resurface now...
"Dad! Look here. Light is sparkling out of Lucia's hand!"
The reason is simple.
My lovely daughter before my eyes. Because from the tiny, fern-like hand of Lucia, who had just barely turned five, a dazzling golden aura was rising.
It was unmistakably "Holy Power (神聖力)."
My daughter, scattering Holy Power everywhere and smiling brightly as if asking for praise. Because I had realized that this child was precisely the unfortunate protagonist inside that novel.