The Priestess and the God

She loved him, but he wasn't real, so she was surprised when she saw him after her reincarnation. Well, it was a bit of an exaggeration- she couldn't see him, but his statue instead, because the man she loved was a God of a novel she read in her previous life. And there was another problem; she was a priestess.

"Filthy! Filthy! Filthy!" The head priestess screamed as she lashed the fan onto me, "You can't love a God! Sinful! You're sinful!"

"I wonder what'll happen if the pure priestess gets corrupted... The temple is the biggest political threat after all," the charming man in front of me reeked of alcohol and he muttered, grabbing my wrist and forcibly ripping my clothes. What is the male lead doing? Get off me, please! No! Please...

"I hate you," the stunning female lead glared at me, "How could you act like nothing's wrong?" Why is the female lead mad at me? But for the first time, she showed emotions.

But despite the turmoil and suffering, I still lived another day for him. I found serenity in cleaning the temple and carrying out my holy maiden duties.

"My dear priestess," I suddenly heard the man I love's voice. I turned around. No one is there. Is this... just a hallucination? That was until I saw him. Right, this must be a hallucination...Huh?