The Executed Saint Reincarnates as a Princess and is Loved by Her Older Brothers - Episode 67

“What the hell is going on!?”

Nathan seems completely unable to keep up with the talk of indictments and trials. Unable to endure being left out, he loudly complained.

“Princess Angela! Why would you suddenly say something so outrageous as to sue my Prime Minister?”

Angela turned to Nathan.

“Your Highness Nathan, please take a good look.”

“So, Your Highness?”

Called by an old honorific, Nathan’s eyes widened.

Angela placed her hand once more on the collar she had loosened earlier to remove her cloak.

When I gently rolled up the high-neck collar, there was a red bruise in the shape of a flower.

“Huh!?”

Nathan let out a bizarre voice.

The rose-like mysterious mark was something Nathan had been desperately searching for over the past ten years.

“W-w-why!? You have the stigmata!?”

Nathan pointed at the princess, stunned. It was incredibly rude, but he seemed to be quite out of sorts.

“I mentioned it to Duke Turenne earlier, but I was born on the day Juliet died. If you have any doubts, please feel free to verify.”

Angela announced, and Nathan was left speechless.

The princess’s date of birth is listed in official documents everywhere. Forgery would be impossible.

“B-but! You are a citizen of the Sapphire Empire! You don’t share our bl00d…!”

“I believe I mentioned that my biological mother was a maid. She was an exiled noble from the Kingdom of Koryu. She belonged to the Baron Sharon family, which fell from grace during the civil war thirty years ago. Even though they have fallen from power, they were once nobles of this country, so you must be aware of them, right?”

“Of course, I know. It’s the Sharon Count family…”

It’s the viscount’s house, but…

It’s completely pretending to know.

Even though the purges happened when Nathan was young, it was a major incident where multiple nobles were eradicated. He must have learned about it from his teachers, but it seems he doesn’t remember.

Angela sighed in exasperation.

“I was born and raised in the Empire, but it seems the bl00d that flows through me is closer to that of the Kingdom.”

“……So……could it be that the fortune-telling result was……!?”

What suddenly came to Nathan’s mind was the result of the oracle he had ordered from the temple.

“The saints has already been born.”

No matter how many times it was divined, the oracle indeed did not say that the saint was “in the kingdom.”

“Th-then again! There’s no way I could have been born in the Empire!”

Stamping his feet, Nathan writhed in agony.

No longer possessing even a shred of the king’s dignity, Nathan, who was already in a state of utter disarray, was further terrified by the voice that descended upon him.

“Fifteen years ago, His Highness Nathan said, ‘False saint,’ ‘Regicide,’ ‘Great sinner’…”

Confronted with a statement from his past that the princess could not possibly know, Nathan felt a terrifying chill run down his spine.

“Juliet is not a false saint. The regicide is Duke Turenne, who assassinated the queen. And the great sinner is…”

Angela’s voice, which continued to call Nathan “Your Highness,” and her purple eyes were strikingly similar to the deceased Juliet’s.

“You are the one who executed the saint without proper evidence and brought this country to its knees, Prince Nathan.”

The figure of Juliet, whom he had once sentenced to death, clearly overlaps with Angela standing before him.

“Is that… Juliet…?”

Not only did his liver feel like it was going to burst, but he was also struck by a fear so intense that it felt like all his internal organs were being crushed, causing Nathan to collapse weakly to the ground.

“……No way……”

While in a daze, Nathan moans as if in a trance.

“Could it be… that Duke Turenne was the one who killed Mother…? Juliet was innocent…!?”

Nathan, who had been struck down by unprecedented terror and shock, finally had a face that realized his own mistakes.

“Ju…Juliet, please forgive me! I didn’t know anything!”

Nathan clung to him, his hair disheveled.

“I was deceived by Duke Turenne! It was a mistake to be fooled by such a treacherous minister! Please, listen to my story!”

“Did you hear the story of Juliet?”

Angela asked coldly.

──Listening to a sinner’s excuses would only dirty my ears. Wasn’t it Nathan who refused to hear a word of Juliet’s side?

I can only be astonished by the callousness of so easily turning against Duke Turenne, whom they must have relied on for all matters of state, and dismissing him as a traitor.

“Listening to your excuses would dirty my ears, Your Highness Nathan.”

“Ah… ah… aah…”

Nathan, after curling up with his head in his hands, threw himself to the ground and began to apologize.

“……I’m sorry, Juliet! I was wrong……!”

Angela didn’t even glance at Nathan, who was bowing deeply.

Juliet was killed. No matter how many times he apologizes, what Nathan did is unforgivable.

It’s up to him to regret, but I have no intention of accepting an apology. From now on, I plan to handle all discussions through a legal expert.

Ignoring Nathan’s apology completely, Angela faced Lionel.

“Lil. I have a favor to ask.”

“Please?”

“Yeah, promise me. Just listen to one wish of mine.”

An unusually forceful tone that leaves no room for argument.

“…I promise.”

Lionel quietly nodded.

“Don’t let go of me.”

As soon as he said it, Lionel’s black eye patch fell off.

Angela removed the eyepatch and placed both hands on the scar.

“Don’t let go of my hand. No matter what happens, never move.”

“Jill?”

Angela closed her eyes and concentrated all her strength.

The palm is filled with heat, and a faint light spills from the fingertips.

“Jill, stop it!”

“I promised. Lil, don’t move.”

Sweat beaded on Angela’s forehead.

The pressure swirling around is so intense it feels like my fingers might be torn off. I can feel the immense load bouncing back.

The healing power that had been sealed for so long in this life overflowed as if the yoke had been lifted.

The power of miracles surges and rushes through Angela.

Prayers become light, light becomes a flood, and the flood pours into Lionel.

“Lil… can you see…?”

When Angela’s hand gently let go.

Lionel’s face was illuminated by his ice-blue eyes.

“Ah…”

Lionel slowly gazed at the expansive view.

The first thing I saw in the world with both eyes after fifteen years was a clear amethyst, more beautiful than any jewel in this world.

“I can see… you… clearly…”

Upon hearing those words, genuine relief spread across Angela’s pale face.

“I’m glad… Lil…”

That was the limit of what I could say.

In the next moment, Angela’s consciousness faded. She had exhausted all her healing powers.

“Jill!”

Lionel caught the collapsed Angela, but no matter how much he called out to her, she remained deeply unconscious and did not open her eyes.

“Jill! Pull yourself together!”

It was Nathan and his followers who were taken aback.

“Ah… ahwawawa…!”

The scar etched on Lionel’s face has healed, and the lost left eye has returned. As if the wounds had never existed in the first place.

“Sa, saint…!”

“She’s a saint…!”

It is said that the saint has the power to heal illnesses and mend wounds.

However, I’ve never heard of anything like regenerating a missing part of the body.

What I just witnessed was truly the work of God.

Even among the legendary saints, she undoubtedly displayed the strongest power in history, leaving everyone in awe.

“It’s a miracle! A real saint!”

People shouted this in unison and then knelt one after another.

Everyone present at the scene uniformly bowed their heads.

Not to King Nathan, but to Prince Lionel and Princess Angela, who is sleeping in his arms.