I was called a witch by people, but I was actually a saint. "Saint, please heal me?" Who the hell would do that, you idiot!

I can use magic. Because of that, I was persecuted as a witch. I have returned to my hometown, filled only with sad memories, to visit my mother—the only ally I had. As a saint. ※I'm posting the serialized version because there was a request for it, and it's also a story I quite like myself.