The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.2

Ally was a former saint.

About a year ago, I was almost poisoned to death, so I fully played along with the perpetrator’s plan, pretended to be dead, and escaped from the Grand Temple.

I went straight to the bakery Deli Baredo in the holy city first thing in the morning and begged on my knees to be taken on as an apprentice.

Thanks to the shopkeeper who finally gave in to the girl who continued to prostrate herself at the back door of the store day after day, she was taken in as a foster daughter rather than just an apprentice, as he had said he would only teach her family.

In other words, when she says “daughter,” she is referring to herself.

By the way, it seems the deception worked well, as the Grand Temple announced the next day that the 89th High Priestess had died.

Since I won’t be searched for, I’ve resolved to live nobly as the baker’s daughter-in-law.

“A daughter? Mom, you had a child?!”

After politely seeing off Mrs. Monbar, who looked worried, and then heading to the kitchen, a man was standing at the back door, blocking it. From the sound of his voice, he seemed to be a young man, possibly close to a boy.

Due to the store owner’s muscular and well-built body blocking the way, only a glimpse of the man’s blue hair is visible.

“Still saying stupid things… Mom isn’t that young anymore. No, that’s not it. Dad took on an apprentice. He adopted her as his daughter.”

Narsha, standing next to Balkas, explained with an exasperated tone.

Even just accepting Ally, who has no family register, as an apprentice was more than enough, but they even went so far as to buy her citizenship and adopt her as their daughter. It costs about one million Rika for someone without a family register to obtain citizenship. No matter how prosperous the bakery is, it’s not an amount that a small bakery can easily come up with. Yet, they paid it without hesitation. For that alone, my gratitude knows no bounds.

In other words, now Ally Tambar is the official name.

“A foster daughter? Is there really a woman who would put up with such a cantankerous old man?”

To the suspicious man, Ally is about to nod and say, “Yeah, that’s right,” but she feels like she has heard that voice before.

However, I don’t know anyone at the bakery. Moreover, the fact that he’s been calling Narsha “Mom” since earlier means he must be the son who supposedly left home and hasn’t returned. I’ve heard he’s a wayward son who ran away about four years ago to become a bodyguard to protect the woman he fell in love with.

I increasingly don’t know such acquaintances.

“She’s right here. A lovely stepdaughter. You’re not even my son anymore. Get out of here already!”

“Even if you have a new daughter, I’m still your son. Besides, I didn’t come back because I wanted to. I was kicked out!”

“I don’t care about your circumstances. That’s why I told you that getting distracted by women is something only a fool would do!”

“Isn’t it rude to a great saint to say that about a woman?”

“Hmph, what does that foolish son who hasn’t returned even a year after the Great Saint’s death have to say? He probably couldn’t even become a holy knight and was just wandering around.”

Huh, the woman he was chasing was the High Saint?

Ally gasped.

In other words, he gave up being the heir to the bakery to become a holy knight who protects the High Saint.

Suddenly, it becomes relevant to me, and I turn pale, thinking it might be someone I know.

However, the High Priestess always wore a veil and a long robe. Even the color of her skin was unknown.

I tell myself that it’s going to be okay.

However, that effort was easily betrayed.

“I was in mourning because I became a personal guard for the High Priestess. It was a convenient form of house arrest.”

The Grand Priestess’s personal guard consists of ten holy knights. As expected, I can recognize their faces and names.

The blue hair resembled the deep green of the mountains. The eyes were a soft amber reminiscent of a full moon. With sharp eyes inherited from the father and soft, thin lips inherited from the mother, the clear-cut features were always full of vitality.

It seems I wasn’t mistaken when I thought they resembled someone when I saw the two of them.

Ali couldn’t help but shout in her mind.

―――It’s Milliardo!