The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 2

After leaving the Kotokoris Baron’s estate with only a few belongings, I stepped out of the Kotokoris territory, where I had lived for many years. Since the baron had ordered me to leave, staying there was no longer an option.

“What should I do now?”

Though I had left on impulse, I had nowhere to go.

I had no relatives I could rely on, nor close friends. From the very beginning, my treatment in the Kotokori’s territory had been terrible, perhaps due to my younger sister’s influence. People constantly compared us, whispering behind my back about how I was a failure compared to my gifted sister, treating me as if I were invisible. My relatives unconditionally sided with Emil, the so-called “saint,” and the few childhood friends I once had were all taken away by her. I had no one to turn to and nowhere to go.

“I have a little money, so I can rent a place somewhere, find a job…”

Although I had been raised as a noble lady, my parents’ neglect meant that even the servants treated me with disdain. No one ever came to take care of me, so it was only natural that I had learned to do everything myself—laundry, cooking, cleaning.

I wasn’t allowed to attend school. My sister had once said, “I have the sacred duty of a saint, so I don’t need to go to school. That means Yuna, my sister, doesn’t need to go either, right?” And just like that, my education was denied. But I had continued to study on my own. I could do arithmetic, and my handwriting was neat. Surely, I would find some kind of work.

I could take care of myself. As long as I found a job, I could survive.

“Yes, I’ll be fine.”

Of course, I felt anxious about what lay ahead. But at the same time, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders.

My parents, who had treated me cruelly, and my sister, who had clung to me obsessively, were no longer in my life. We were completely severed from each other. I didn’t feel even a hint of sadness. Maybe that meant my heart had already reached its limit.

From now on, I was free. I could live my life however I wanted, without being bound by my sister. I no longer had to suppress my feelings for the sake of my so-called family.

“This feels amazing!”

With my spirits high, I lifted my head and continued walking forward.

“Hm?”

Just as I was considering heading to the nearest town, I spotted a man ahead of me, holding a map. His lost expression made it clear—he was definitely not familiar with this area.

(Such a beautiful face… I’ve never seen a man this stunning before.)

The man standing before me had an air of mystery, with striking features and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. As soon as he noticed my gaze, he turned and looked straight at me.

“Hey.”

“Huh? Are you talking to me?”

I was startled when he suddenly addressed me.

“Why is a saint wandering around alone in a place like this?”

“—What?”

My heart skipped a beat.

(How does he know… that I’m a saint?)

No one had ever recognized me as a saint before. But this man figured it out in an instant.

“I think you’re mistaken. The saint is not me, but my sister—”

“You have a strange scent about you. There’s no doubt about it. You are the kotokoris Saint that I came to meet.”

No one had ever identified my power so accurately before.

“Who… are you?”

“Rain. Rain Ainakura.“

“Ainakura…? Wait, are you saying you’re the son of Duke Ainakura?”

“Yes, the second son of Duke Ainakura.”

No way! What is the son of the Ainakura family doing here?! I had noticed that his clothes looked too expensive for a commoner, but still…

The Ainakura family was a prestigious house that had served the emperor for generations. And I had heard that Rain Ainakura, despite his young age, was already considered the greatest magic knight in history.

“I came to Kotokoris to meet the saint, but I didn’t expect to run into her on the way.”

“I-I apologize for not recognizing you as Lord Rain of the Ainakura family and failing to greet you properly.”

“No need. But why is the saint here? I heard that the Baron of Kotokoris was overly protective of his saintly daughter.”

So, a magic knight of his caliber can recognize special powers just by looking at someone…

I never intended to hide my identity. If someone asked, I would tell the truth. And if I needed to use my power in a new place, I had no intention of holding back.

“The Baron of Kotokoris is no longer my father. I have been disowned and exiled from my family.”

“Exiled? A saint?”

“My… former father, the Baron, believes that my sister is the one with the special power of a saint.”

The Kotokoris Saint was said to possess a unique magic that granted vitality to the land and blessed it with abundant harvests. But in reality, the truth was slightly different. My actual power was the ability to bestow strength upon others.

“I was merely using my power to enhance the land and its crops.”

More precisely, my magic had been active since birth, unconsciously affecting my surroundings.

I could control it now, but I had spent my entire life using my abilities for my so-called family. I had even given power to my sister, Emil.

Her miraculous healing magic, which everyone revered, was only as powerful as it was because of me. The bountiful lands and abundant harvests—everything was thanks to my power.

“My sister is not the saint. The real saint is me.”

My sister was nothing special. And yet, everyone blindly worshiped her.

How foolish.