I Was Just an Ugly Girl, But in Another World They Call Me an Angel - 6 - I'm Popular in a World of Beauty and Ugliness Reversal

In the audience chamber, the king, along with a prime minister-like figure and various nobles, stared at me with expressions filled with astonishment.

…Could it be that they are captivated by my beauty? (laughs)

As I entertained this somewhat frivolous thought, I awaited the king’s first words.

After a moment of dazed silence, the king was jolted back to reality by a cough from the queen beside him, and he finally began to speak.

His dignified voice resonated throughout the audience chamber.

“Raise your face. We have received reports from the protector, Asphalt, that you are a traveler.

Therefore, you will undergo an assessment of your suitability as a ‘Saint’ by the magicians present here. Is that understood?”

I recalled that in my dream, the goddess had said, “You are the vessel of the Saint,” but I wondered if that was truly the case. Well, I might as well remain silent and take the assessment.

“Yes, understood,” I replied, gently placing my hand on the crystal offered by the magician as instructed.

Then—

The crystal emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire audience chamber.

“Ohhh…!”

Gasps of astonishment arose from various corners, and the magician spoke with a hint of excitement.

“This is… incredible! It appears you possess the strongest suitability among all the past Saints.

You are indeed the true Saint!”

(…I knew it)

I thought to myself with a certain calmness.

At that moment—

The prince, who had been silent until now, stepped forward and knelt before me.

“What a beautiful Saint you are…! I have never encountered anyone like you before.”

“I am Kilfan Fordaristeria. Please, call me ‘Kil.'”

“I already have a fiancée, but—if it is your wish, I will break off the engagement immediately. Please, allow me to have you by my side…!”

Wow, he’s really coming on strong…

To flirt with another woman while already engaged? That’s just unacceptable.

In that instant, the king intervened sharply.

“Hey, Kilfan, stop that! First, we must inform the Saint about the current situation in this country and discuss how she will save us. …What nonsense are you spouting about breaking off engagements!”

The prince—Kilfan clicked his tongue and reluctantly stepped away from me.

(Ugh… he seems to have a nasty personality. That type is the absolute worst.)

Thinking this, I quietly awaited the king to continue—.