The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 3

“To exile the real Saint—Baron Kotokoris has no eye for the truth.”

After I briefly explained my history, Lord Rein let out a sigh of exasperation.

“It’s fine. In fact, I was hoping to be disowned, so I should be grateful for Baron Kotokoris’ lack of discernment.”

“Why didn’t you declare yourself as the true Saintess?”

“I did. But no one believed me.”

Ever since I became aware of my mysterious power, I had spoken about it to those around me.

However, rather than believing me, they revered my younger sister, who could use the rare art of healing magic, as the Saintess. My words were dismissed as delusions, and I was branded as a wretched sister trying to undermine my adorable sibling.

“In the past, I couldn’t control my power well, and I had no way to prove that I was the true Saint.”

While I hesitated, my sister was exalted even further as the Saint, and the truth became impossible to speak.

I despised my sister. But because she was my only twin, I felt obligated to support her. For the sake of my family, I hid my power and lived in the shadows. I suppressed my true feelings, endured everything, and lived as nothing more than my sister’s shadow.

Looking back now, it seems so foolish.

For the first time, I was able to say I hated her—and it felt liberating.

I had always truly despised Emil.

“So, Yuna, you have no place to go now?”

“That’s right. I was thinking of renting a house in some town, but—”

“You should come to the Ainakura Ducal House.”

“The Ducal House!? But…!”

Did he just say I should be taken in by the Ainakura Ducal House?

I’ve been disowned by Baron Kotokoris and am now just a commoner. There’s no way someone like me could be under the care of such a prestigious family!

“The Ainakura Ducal House would gladly welcome someone with the power of a Saint like you. Of course, it would be a problem if you flaunted your power and acted as arrogantly as Baron Kotokoris.”

Ah, yes—Father certainly behaved as though the Saintess’ power was his own and carried himself with an air of self-importance.

Even when dealing with Lord Luki, the heir to the prestigious Shainacru Marquisate and my sister’s fiancé, my father acted high and mighty. He also treated other noble families who had proposed marriage to Emil with sheer arrogance.

“I apologize for my father’s behavior…”

“There’s no need for you to apologize, Yuna.”

Even though I’ve severed ties with them now, they were still my family at the time. I can’t help but feel ashamed.

“Actually, the reason I came to meet the Saint was to ask for a favor. If you’re willing to grant my request, in return, the Ducal House will take care of you. How about that? This way, you won’t have to feel like you’re imposing.”

“…That does seem reasonable.”

I have no place to go, and he understands my power.

In that case, maybe I should take him up on his offer and accept the Duke’s care.

“I just have one request: I no longer want to live a life of servitude. I want to be free. I will work to earn my keep, but beyond that, I want to live as I please.”

Every single day, I attended to my sister’s needs—helping with her Saintess duties, accompanying her shopping, watching over her as she played with friends, replying to invitations from high society on her behalf, giving her massages, staying by her side until she fell asleep, and so much more.

I barely had any time for myself.

In the little time I had, I would study, then collapse into an exhausted sleep, only to wake up earlier than my sister, open the curtains, and wake her up.

Over and over, that was my life.

I refuse to live a life centered around someone else ever again.

“I will always respect your wishes, Yuna. I have no intention of binding you. You may live freely.”

“Thank you.”

“I understand how you feel. You want to live freely, don’t you? I sometimes wish I could escape the constraints of the Ducal House myself.”

“…I’m surprised. Someone like you, Lord Rain, would think that way?”

“Keep this between us, but I think that every single day. Please don’t tell my father or my brother.”

With his strikingly beautiful, androgynous features, the magic knight before me smiled mischievously like a playful child.

His eyes were so breathtakingly mesmerizing that I found myself unable to look away.

Unexpectedly, I found myself under the protection of the Ainakura Ducal House.

But thinking about it, this is actually a stroke of luck.

It’s far safer to be with the Ducal House, their mansion is surely luxurious, the food must be exquisite, and I might finally get a taste of an elegant, carefree life.

Besides, I have a feeling—just a hunch—but Lord Rain doesn’t seem like a bad person.

And at the Ainakura Ducal House, I’ll have a front-row seat to observe the fate of the Kotokoris domain.

What will happen to the land now that the real Saintess—me—is gone?

How will Baron Kotokoris, his wife, Lord Luki, and Emil fare?

I can’t wait to find out.

I will never help them again.

I’ve already sacrificed enough for my family.

And they were the ones who cast me aside.

The one who hurt my heart the most—was my twin, Emil.

“Yuna, I love you.”

She used those words to wound me.

I’ve hated Emil from the very beginning.