The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 15

Although Lord Luki was my fiancé in name, we had barely exchanged words.

At the beginning of our engagement, I thought he was coming to see me often. But now, I understand—he was never visiting for me. He was coming to see Emil.

Whenever the three of us—Lord Luki, Emil, and I—were together, he always stayed close to my sister. He spoke only to her, smiled only at her, and was gentle only with her.

After securing Emil and marrying her, he rarely came to see me. On the rare occasions he did, it was clear that he only did so begrudgingly, at Emil’s insistence, to maintain the façade of our engagement.

Even when I tried to speak to him, he was curt, dismissive—sometimes, he outright ignored me. And yet, I had been happy, believing that he was making time for me in his busy schedule. But in truth, to Lord Luki, I was nothing more than a stepping stone to the saint.

How unfortunate for him—after all his efforts to win Emil, she turned out to be a fake saint. The irony is almost laughable.

“It’s only a matter of time before her deception is exposed. For now, proving that she’s a fraud is difficult. We have no choice but to let things be.”

Even if, in the meantime, there are more victims of Baron Kotokoris—

“Your Majesty, I have a proposal.”

“A proposal?”

I, too, bear responsibility for allowing my father and Emil to act unchecked for so long.

That is why I will prove that Emil is not a true saint.

“The next time a town requires restoration, please summon Emil there as well.”

“! That’s…”

“I will expose her as a fraud.”

Emil knows that I am the true saint. But she does not know that I have learned to control my power—or that my true ability is not to heal directly but to bestow power upon others.

By using that ignorance against her, I can strip away her disguise in an instant.

“But will the saint of Kotokoris even agree to come?”

“She will. If she knows I am coming, she will undoubtedly follow.”

My sister is frighteningly obsessed with me. She will surely come to take me back.

“She doesn’t know that I can now control my power. She still thinks I’m the same as before—unable to suppress the magic that leaks out of me. She will claim my power as her own, just like she always has.”

Without a hint of guilt, she has always spoken of my power as if it were hers.

“I am the one who grants life to the land, who heals the trees, who blesses the crops with abundance.”

Lies, all of them. But everyone believed her.

“Unlike me, my sister was able to use healing magic. It was powerful—miraculous, even. Meanwhile, I, unable to control my abilities, could prove nothing.”

The energy that seeped from my hands and feet never showed immediate results. The land only revived slowly, the crops only bloomed gradually. Emil took advantage of this, claiming all of it as her own power.

She will surely do the same this time.

She will claim that she alone restored the land, making me out to be the liar. And then, she will say—

“Yuna, dear sister, I forgive you. Because I love you. That’s why… let’s go home together. I love you, Yuna.”

She will play the role of the kindhearted younger sister who forgives her false saint of an older sister. And once again, she will use sweet words to imprison me, making me hers alone.

What a nightmare. I refuse.

“I can control my power now. I will prove that I am the true saint. I am no longer afraid of my sister. She was only a saint because I allowed her to be.”

But that grace has run dry.

I have no intention of living for my family or for my sister any longer.

This time, I will be the one to put an end to it.

Prepare yourself, Emil.

The sister you loved no longer exists.

Long Ago

When we were still children—when I still loved Emil—

“Huh? Yuna, you’re the one giving life to the land?”

“Y-Yeah. I think so.”

Just as I had told our parents, I confided in Emil.

“You’ve said it yourself before, haven’t you? When you use magic, you can feel it clearly—it’s a distinct sensation, right? I feel it, too. I can feel myself giving strength to the land.”

The power had always been there, naturally, since I was a baby. By the time I realized that what everyone called the “saint’s power” was mine, Emil had already been hailed as the saint.

“People call the one who restores the land a saint, don’t they? If that’s the case, then I should be the saint, not you.”

It was our parents who first declared Emil to be the saint. She had simply gone along with it, unaware of the truth.

Or so I thought.

“…Can you prove that the saint’s power is yours, Yuna?”

“Huh?”

At that moment, Emil’s expression was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was terrifying.