The Great Saint Was Called to Heaven and Became the Adopted Daughter of the Baker - Episode 1.5

The official profile of the 89th and 90th Saints is as follows.

A beautiful girl with petal-colored hair wet with morning dew and eyes that exude divinity.

Age is 16 years old.

In this country, a 16-year-old is considered an adult.

The end of childhood and the beginning of adulthood.

The Saint is a girl who has stopped aging at the age of the youngest adult. It means she is an eternally 16-year-old maiden. The same goes for all the previous Saints. It cannot be changed by Ally’s will alone.

No matter how many years pass, I am introduced as sixteen. Ever since I came to the grand temple from the village at the age of six, I have been called sixteen.

Wearing a pure white veil over her head and a long robe, she does not expose even the color of her hair or skin to the public eye.

She is like a decorative doll who rarely even speaks, merely exercising her power as the High Saint.

My hobby is offering prayers to the goddess. My special skill is singing hymns to the goddess.

Always, always, Ally thinks.

What color is the hair and what color are the eyes?

It’s fine if it’s a little girl or an old woman, right?

Aren’t hobbies and special skills just talking about the work of a great saint?

This year, my age finally caught up with my official profile, but I ended up feeling indifferent about it.

In the end, it means that as long as there is a woman in the position of a great saint, there is no problem. I even wonder if a man with a high voice could do it.

Either way, it doesn’t have to be Ally.

No matter how much you claim to have received the goddess’s oracle, or that you have the goddess’s blessing and can perform miracles, even if you are not a High Saint, a Saint can still wield some degree of power, whether great or small. There are some Saints who cannot use any power at all, but that’s because noble ladies come as apprentices. In the end, a Saint doesn’t really need that much power.

In other words, it wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t me.

Doubt turned into distrust, and the poison became the final blow.

That’s why I burst out of the grand temple.

I became an apprentice at a bakery called Seitoichi, a bakery that promises to help people find happiness.

Even after a year, I haven’t heard any news about a new Saint being found.

However, even so, the world keeps turning without any issues.

Ally has also started to be able to knead bread.

That’s why I was at ease.

“The Great Saint has passed away, and the temple has changed. No matter how much we, the holy knights who served the Great Saint, shout, no one listens. The Great Saint couldn’t possibly have died from poison. She had such power. She performed countless miracles. We watched over her from the sidelines. And now, with the culprit unknown, it’s understandable that the royal guards are suspected, but… how pathetic am I!”

Speaking eloquently, I completely empty the third bottle.

It’s not me. It’s the man who became my brother-in-law.

Since they had just become siblings, Milliardo, who came to the room assigned to Ally after dinner, sat across from her at the small table in the room. He placed the large amount of alcohol he had brought directly on the table and began to open the bottles one after another.

And so, while recounting the events so far, I take a swig of my drink. It seems I’ve completely gotten tipsy from drinking at such a high pace.

“You must have been under house arrest for a whole year.”

“Your voice is similar to that of the Great Saint.”

“Eh, do I resemble her? Well, it’s just your imagination. All girls around this age sound like this.”

“I see. So that’s why that guy Rensol… well, he went and did something reckless. Thanks to that, this is what happened. I was finally kicked out of the temple.”

Even with all the twists and turns, the story is too far-fetched.

What happened to make them expel me from the temple?

The holy knight, who is the personal guard of the High Priestess, is generally succeeded by the next High Priestess when the current one retires or passes away.

Even so, for everyone to be exiled, it must be something truly extraordinary.

I was under the impression that they were supporting a new High Saint and having the Holy Knights protect her as the Imperial Guards.

The High Priestess is chosen either by the goddess’s oracle or from among the other priestesses. If there is no divine voice, she should be quickly selected from among the priestesses in the name of the Pope, but the position remains vacant. Perhaps they are not choosing the next one because the culprit who poisoned the previous High Priestess has not been found. Either way, something is happening in the temple.

“Moreover, the saints have started to go missing…”

“Wait, missing?”

“That’s right… Prince Neoyas… it’s the Great Saint’s curse… such nonsense…”

Leaning over the desk, Milliard had completely fallen asleep. A soft, deflated sound echoed in the quiet room.

I didn’t know he could get this drunk.

The image of paladins is that they are always very proper. Rensol is also a paladin assigned to the High Priestess. He is an intelligent paladin with hair close to gold and blue eyes. For someone like him to do something reckless, it must be something extraordinary.

Was it wrong of me to lose all motivation as the Great Saint the moment poison was put in my tea? However, if someone despises me to the point of wanting to kill me, I would rather give it to whoever desires it. It became so ridiculous that I couldn’t keep up with it anymore.

I sighed as I remembered my former fiancé, Neoyas.

The Great Saint basically becomes the king’s consort. All the previous Great Saint have become the official consorts. Therefore, considering her age of six, Ali was chosen as the fiancée of the five-year-older crown prince.

When the time came, I was to continue as the High Saint and marry him.

He wasn’t very devout, but he believed in Ally’s power.

Calm and composed, able to think about things from a broader perspective. Truly has the dignity befitting the next king.

Why do I have to curse the saint when I’m alive, my long-held dream of becoming an apprentice at the best bakery in the holy city has come true, and I’m living fulfilling days?

Is there really such a ridiculous story?

I was angry, but if he makes a fuss about being cursed, it might indeed become difficult to choose the next Saint.