The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 17

Don’t make a fool out of me.

“I told you, I hate Emil.”

I’ve long since cut ties with you all as family.

“Yuna-oneesama… that’s so cruel…”

Emil, wounded by my words, bursts into tears.

“Yuna! How dare you speak to your own sister like that? You’re nothing but a failure of an elder sister!”

“That’s right! Look, Emil-chan is crying! How could you be so heartless?”

My parents, predictably, start berating me. And then—

“Yuna, how dare you make my wife cry?”

Shainakru Marquis’ son, Lord Luki. What a fool, showing up here with the whole lot of them—like moths drawn to a flame.

“A mere nobody like you dares to speak rudely to the Holy Maiden of Kotokoris? I won’t allow it!”

“…Heh, ahaha!”

“W-What’s so funny!? Have you lost your mind?!”

It’s just too ridiculous. You won’t allow it? You? On what grounds do you think you have the right to say that to me?

“Lord Luki, I’d suggest you watch your tone. I am not the so-called Holy Maiden of Kotokoris. I am the true Holy Maiden, officially granted the title by His Majesty, the Emperor of the Final Empire. And yet, you, the mere son of a marquis, dare to claim you won’t allow it? On what authority?”

The Holy Maiden title bestowed upon me by the Emperor carries the weight of a duke or even higher. A true Holy Maiden, appearing once in centuries—that’s me.

“Mind your words. Or do you, too, wish to be thrown into the dungeon like Baron Kotokoris?”

Lord Luki’s face twists in frustration. Serves him right. It must be humiliating to be defeated by someone he once looked down on.

“Baron Kotokoris and Madam, I advise you to watch your language. There won’t be a second warning.”

I say it coldly, my gaze sharp. Both of them bite their lips in frustration. Good, it seems Father’s imprisonment in the dungeon had some effect.

“Yuna-oneesama… how could you…? Why are you saying such cruel things to your family?”

The self-proclaimed Holy Maiden of Kotokoris. If she really believes what she’s saying, she must be delusional.

“Who was it that insulted me all this time? Wasn’t it all of you?”

A failure, a burden to my sister, a nuisance. And in the end, I was thrown out of my own home with the words, ‘I never want to see your face again.’ Everything—everything—was about my sister. She was always the priority. I was always the problem.

“But we’re family! Family is supposed to forgive and support each other no matter what!”

“So you’re saying I should smile and forgive my sister for stealing my fiancé? That I should accept and forgive my parents who took her side and cast me out? That I should be fine with my fiancé abandoning me for my sister?”

“I didn’t steal him… Yuna-oneesama, please don’t say such terrible things. I simply fell in love with Lord Luki. And because I love you, I truly believed you would give up your fiancé for me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Eh? Y-Yuna-oneesama…?”

I despise you. You truly believe that you deserve everything—that it’s only natural to be loved, forgiven, and supported?

In Emil’s definition of family, I do not exist.

Not once have I been helped. Not once have I been included in the so-called family bond. And you expect me to still see you all as my family?

“I have already signed the severance papers. Baron Kotokoris has properly submitted them to the relevant authorities. We are no longer family.”

“But we could still—”

“It’s not about paperwork. I simply can’t see you as my family anymore.”

Parents who only loved my sister, a fiancé who approached me just for my sister, a sister who clings to me despite everything—I need none of them.

“Lady Emil, the wife of Lord Shainakru, please stop calling me your sister. It’s disgusting.”

“Yuna… onee…sama…”

Even as you cry with a deeply wounded expression, I feel nothing.

I must have reached my limit long ago. I’ve always hated Emil. Now that we’re no longer family, I feel completely free.

“Yuna, it’s getting late. Let’s return to the inn for tonight. You can continue your duties as the Holy Maiden tomorrow.”

“Lord Rein…”

Because of Emil’s delay, we are already behind schedule. Even though we have received permission from the people of Melt, I still feel guilty for making them wait for the land’s restoration.

“The so-called Holy Maiden of Kotokoris arrived late for no reason, and now night has fallen. Tomorrow, you will perform the restoration alongside Yuna. Be prepared.”

Lord Rein coldly declares this to Emil, who stands there looking utterly defeated.

My parents look like they want to object, but they bite their lips and stay silent.

Had this been before, my father would have surely shouted,

“How dare you speak to the Holy Maiden of Kotokoris like that, Rein! It’s no big deal for the Holy Maiden to be late! If you defy me—!”

But now, after experiencing the consequences of his past arrogance—being thrown into the dungeon—he doesn’t dare to utter a word.