The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 19

It’s not just us gathered here today. Officials from the imperial palace have been dispatched as witnesses to the power of the saint, along with the residents of Melt, eager to see it for themselves. And yet, Emil is keeping everyone waiting. She was already late in arriving, and now she’s just playing around.

“Everyone, thank you for waiting.”

She finally arrived… I didn’t think she’d be three hours late.

And she’s all dressed up, too. What’s with that outfit? Is that the official attire of the Saint of Kotokoris? It’s covered in flowers and ridiculously flashy—completely inappropriate for the situation.

“Rest assured. Now that I am here, this land will regain its vitality and transform into a bountiful and prosperous land.”

“Huh? W-Wait?”

Emil was visibly flustered by the lack of reaction from those around her.

Of course, she was. Normally, no matter how late she arrived, people would cheer, saying, “Saint-sama! We have been waiting for you!” or “Saint-sama! Please save us!” followed by rounds of applause. But now, there was nothing but silence. She was met with cold stares.

It was only natural. Up until now, people believed that Emil was the only saint, so they had to cater to her whims to avoid offending her—otherwise, she might refuse to restore their land.

But now that I, the saint of the Finable Empire, am here, there’s no need for them to walk on eggshells anymore.

“Why…? This is cruel… I worked so hard to come all the way to this filthy, distant place…”

No, this isn’t cruel at all. The only cruel one here is Emil. Making people wait for hours and not even offering an apology—that’s a problem with her character.

“How dare you behave this way toward the Saint of Kotokoris! You’re mere commoners! Do you understand what will happen if the saint refuses to grant you her blessings? Your land will wither away!”

Oh, father, how predictable. I’ve lost count of how many times this has happened. Cutting ties with this family was the best decision I ever made.

“Sigh… Baron Kotokoris, Emil. Would you stop already?”

I outrank them now, so there’s no point in acting like Emil deserves my respect. No more honorifics—just calling her by name is fine.

“Do you even realize that you’ve made everyone wait? Do you understand that you’re in a position where you should be bowing your head and apologizing for being late?”

“W-What?!”

Do you even know what common sense is?

“If you have no intention of blessing the land, then why don’t you just leave? That way, it’ll prove that the so-called Saint of Kotokoris was nothing but a fraud.”

And honestly, I’d prefer if you did leave. Just go home already.

“N-No! I won’t leave!”

The pampered noble lady had never been treated this way before. Her mother and husband supported her, comforting her, but she wiped her tears and raised her face with renewed determination.

“Yuna-neesama, I’ve made my decision. Yesterday, I was a bit overwhelmed, but today, right here and now, I will prove that you are a fake saint. I will take responsibility and bring you back to the Kotokoris household. That is my duty as the Saint of Kotokoris—no, as your twin sister.”

So my crime is pretending to be a saint in her place and receiving the title of the Finable Empire’s saint? Emil is claiming that I am the fraud?

“How cruel of you, Emil. You know full well that I am the true saint.”

“…I have no idea what you’re talking about. I only know that you’ve always been jealous of me and have been lying about being a saint.”

…Unbelievable.

“Don’t call me your sister. It’s disgusting.”

Each time, without fail, Emil would look wounded whenever I rejected her.

Did she actually think I still cared about her? I’ve hated her for a long time.

“Now then, Saint Yuna of the Finable Empire and Saint Emil of Kotokoris, please demonstrate your power and bless the land.”

“Understood.”

At the official’s signal, Emil moved first.

She walked to the most barren patch of land, knelt, clasped her hands in prayer, and closed her eyes.

“Please, bring healing to this land… Let vitality return.”

As she began to pray, a beautiful light radiated from her body.

It was as if her prayers were invoking a divine response, restoring the land’s energy.

“Oh! Could it be… is Emil-sama the true saint?!”

“Amazing!”

The residents of Melt, eager to witness the power of the saint, erupted into cheers. Looking at this scene, it was no wonder they would believe Emil over me, someone who had done nothing.

“…Isn’t that just regular healing magic?”

“Oh my, Lord Rein, you noticed?”

That’s right. Emil was merely using healing magic. That light—wasn’t divine power, just healing magic.

“She’s putting on a performance to convince people she’s the true saint.”

Healing magic is rare, and even if someone suspected it was the same type of light, they would assume the saint’s power worked the same way. After all, most people have never seen true saintly power before.

“This is how she stole the title of saint from me, someone who couldn’t do anything.”

By the time Emil finished her performance, applause filled the air.

“With this, the land will regain its vitality. Soon, the soil will heal, the waters will flow, the trees will grow, and the harvests will return.”

As shameless as ever, Emil. Without a shred of guilt, you claim the saint’s power as your own.

Even though that power rightfully belongs to me.