The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 20

“Why!?”

In the office where people had been sent away, Nathan’s lamenting voice echoed.

“Damn it! What the hell is going on!?”

To the young king who was rampaging like a child throwing a tantrum, the Duke of Turenne, serving as the prime minister, made a grim face and pressed his gloved hand to his forehead.

“Your Majesty, please calm yourself.”

“How can I possibly stay calm in this situation?!”

In a fit of anger, Nathan’s hand swept across the table, knocking over the candlestick with a loud crash.

The fire was not lit, but the standing candles had scattered onto the floor, and cracks appeared in the intricately carved silver decorations.

“Your Majesty…”

Duke Turenne pressed his forehead and let out a deep sigh.

Nathan was raised as the only son of the King and Queen of the Coral Kingdom. He is the crown prince by birth.

The Kingdom of Koryu is a small country compared to its neighboring country across the sea, the Sapphire Empire. Its territory is small, its resources are scarce, and the land cannot be said to be fertile.

However, unlike other countries, heaven bestowed a special grace only upon the Kingdom of Koryu.

A living miracle──a “saint.”

It is said that there is always one saint in each generation, who is reborn without fail each day to continue protecting the kingdom.

When Nathan was three years old, the previous saint ascended to heaven, and a few years later, a new saint was welcomed into the temple.

What kind of girl was the new saint who was close in age to him? Young Nathan was greatly intrigued.

However, I heard that he was an unidentified orphan from a distant rural orphanage.

Nathan was raised as the crown prince and had never spoken to a commoner. A strong sense of disgust welled up within him towards the saint who was given the name Juliet.

If Juliet were the daughter of a duke or a marquis, or at least a countess, Nathan would have respected her.

All the past saints were from noble families. I had heard that saints were supposed to come from houses of noble bl00d, so why are the saints of my generation all commoners?

It was as if his own worth was being diminished, and Nathan’s dissatisfaction only smoldered.

Every time Nathan met Juliet, he mocked her and repeatedly insulted her in public.

No matter how much she is despised, there is no way to resist Juliet without support.

Because Juliet did not resist, Nathan’s behavior became increasingly arrogant, but the temple priests did not admonish him.

Because the previous saint was from a high-ranking noble family, the priests have felt constrained for many years.

As if reacting against the oppression of the previous saint, they continued to despise Juliet, siding with Nathan, and found it revolting to revere the lowly commoners as saints.

The horrifying incident that Juliet, of all people, recounted happened when Nathan was eighteen.

Juliet, unbelievably, has harmed Queen, Nathan’s mother.

Queen Diane, who had been bedridden due to her physical ailments, seemed to have recovered at least once, relying on the healing powers of the saint.

The strange occurrence happened the next day.

The queen had already passed away, becoming a cold corpse.

Juliet, pretending to treat her, poured in dark magic and killed the queen.

The surroundings were in an uproar, and Nathan was furious. He personally led his aides into the temple, restrained Juliet, and sent her to the execution platform.

Hearing the excuses of sinners will only soil your ears. The only option is to immediately cut off the roots of evil.

Only by swiftly carrying out the sentence will my mother’s grievances be avenged.

In the first place, a lowborn girl like Juliet was never fit to be a saint of this country.

If we send the mistakenly sent witch back to the heavens on flames, the goddess will finally send the rightful saint to this country.

Nathan strongly believed that this would set everything right.

After that, Nathan got engaged to Hortense, the daughter of the Marquis of Turenne.

Hortense, with her stunning beauty, was a lady who stood out even more in high society.

My father, Marquis de Turenne, is also known for his administrative skills, making him more than suitable to become a relative of the royal family.

Hortense, who possesses both noble lineage and a glamorous appearance, is truly worthy of being Nathan’s wife. She is completely different from the plain and unremarkable Juliet, whose background is unknown.

Nathan finally found a woman worthy of standing beside him. All that’s left is to welcome a new saint from the upper class, and it will be perfect.

But it’s late… There should be news from the temple by now that a lady with a holy mark has been born…

In the major incident of the queen’s assassination, the information might be confused. Or perhaps the priests are neglecting their duties.

Well, it’s fine. There should be a report coming in soon, so no need to rush.

A beautiful wife and a noble saint. Surrounded by women worthy of him, Nathan reveled in his fantasies of bathing in glory as the crown prince.

Eventually, prior to the wedding with Hortense, the Marquis de Turenne was elevated to the rank of Duke.

The wedding of Nathan and Hortense was supposed to be a bright spot that illuminated the country, which had been struck by sad news… or so one would like to say, but in reality, it was a modest celebration held in a dark and quiet atmosphere due to the mourning of the late queen.

Although it was somewhat unsatisfactory, I couldn’t go against tradition.

Once the mourning period for my mother is over, we should formally introduce the Crown Princess and widely announce that we are the future King and Queen.

Nathan is still young and inexperienced, but sitting on the throne is still a long way off. Until then, he should take his time to hone his skills and focus on solidifying his own foundation.

It was around the time I was thinking that and making preparations.

Further misfortune struck the royal family.

The king, who is Nathan’s father, has passed away suddenly.

Robust and strong. The king, who was so resilient that he boasted of his love for martial arts and hunting, claiming that even the god of plague would not dare approach him, suddenly began to cough violently one day, clutching his chest and collapsing.

No matter how much the court physician examined him, the diagnosis remained unclear, and the king grew weaker by the day, eventually becoming so weak that he could no longer lift his head from the pillow.

There is no saint with healing powers, and we cannot receive the blessing of miracles.

No treatment by any renowned doctor, nor any expensive rare medicine, was of any help.

Once, under the goddess’s divine influence, the powerful king who boasted of his glory and splendor fell ill and withered away like a different person, eventually passing away.