The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 20

My power doesn’t take effect instantly.

The energy that flows from my hands and feet doesn’t produce immediate results. The land recovers slowly, and crops bloom gradually. Unlike my sister, I can’t emit a radiant light or put on a flashy display.

She took advantage of this and convinced everyone that she was the one revitalizing the land.

“Everyone, please don’t be deceived by my sister. She envied me and falsely claimed the title of Saintess, but she is nothing more than a fraud! But please, don’t blame Yuna. She was simply overcome with jealousy—jealousy towards her own twin sister, who was born with a power she lacked… This is a tragic story of two sisters who were destined to be different from the start. But no matter what, I still love my dear sister Yuna!”

Emil tearfully addressed the gathered crowd.

She always does this. She whispers words of love while pushing me down. To outsiders, she appears as a caring little sister, but in reality, she’s just ensuring that I remain beneath her.

“Yuna, I forgive you for lying. So please, come back to me. I love you, Yuna.”

So that’s your plan? To keep me by your side forever?

You know exactly how I’ve been treated in the shadow of your so-called glory.

What love? You’re disgusting.

The “sister” you love is nothing more than a puppet who obeys your every word and lives for your sake.

Too bad for you, Emil. That sister is gone.

Today, I will tear off your mask with my own hands.

“Emil, there’s something I never told you.”

“What is it, Yuna?”

I hate that smug, confident expression of hers—the one that says she’s already won.

I’ll make sure to wipe that look off her face.

“I’ve learned to control my Saintess’ power.”

“W-What?”

I took a step forward, releasing my power with every movement.

“This can’t be…!”

As I walked, the parched land instantly healed, and sprouts emerged from the soil.

In the past, I had no control over my abilities. But now, I can activate them at will. I can choose the area, the intensity—everything.

Watch.

I stopped and focused my power on a single point.

A massive tree erupted from the ground.

Ever since I left the Kotokoris Baron’s house and started my work as a Saintess with Lord Rein, I’ve learned how to use my powers properly.

And now, I can prove without a doubt that I am the real Saintess.

Too bad, Emil. You can’t trick me anymore.

The power to restore the land and bring forth abundant harvests—this is what it truly means to be a Saintess.

The cheers from the crowd were far louder than anything Emil had ever received.

Living on barren land must have been difficult. Since I had been delaying its recovery for my own sake, I poured in all my energy to make up for it.

“No… Yuna, you… you can control the Saintess’ power…?”

Emil stood frozen, tears welling in her eyes.

“Why? That’s not fair, Yuna! You promised!”

A promise?

Ah, do you mean the words you forced upon me as a child?

“Live for the family. Live for me.”

“We’re not family anymore, so that promise is void.”

For so long, I lived in Emil’s shadow.

No one loved me. No one cherished me. No one protected me.

And yet, I still dedicated myself to my family.

Emil bound me with convenient words like “It’s for the family’s happiness” and “I love you.”

But it’s over now.

We’re no longer family.

I have no reason to save you anymore.

“I am the real Saintess, not my sister.”

Just as Emil once declared me a fraud, I now declared her falsehood before the gathered people. This was my final act of severance.

“Well done, Yuna.”

“Thank you, Lord Rein.”

After restoring a large portion of the land, I took a break. Pouring so much energy into the soil all at once is exhausting.

“Wait… does this mean the Saintess of Kotokoris was a fraud?”

“Yuna herself said so, so it must be true.”

“So, was the younger sister actually stealing the real Saintess’ power? Now that I think about it, I’ve heard bad things about Emil—like how she would refuse to use her powers if things didn’t go her way, throwing tantrums until people obeyed her.”

“Using her sister’s power for her own gain… What a terrible person.”

The murmurs of the crowd grew louder.

Yes, yes, that’s right. Emil is the worst.

“Yuna is a burden to Emil.”

“Yuna is just jealous and bullies Emil.”

“Claiming her sister’s power as her own—what a disgraceful fraud.”

Those were the words I used to hear back in Kotokoris.

Emil, now it’s your turn to bear them.

“N-No! You’re wrong!”

Overwhelmed by the cold stares and harsh whispers, Emil desperately tried to deny everything.

“I-I just… I didn’t know Yuna had Saintess’ power! That’s all! That doesn’t mean I’m a fraud!”

So she’s still trying to insist that she’s a real Saintess?