The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 35

“Isn’t it fine not to help them, Lady Yuna?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, the ones asking for help now are the same people who treated you coldly before, right? You have no obligation to save them. Besides, you don’t even want to help Baron Kotokoris, do you?”

Mimosa was right. I didn’t feel the desire to save my father and the others.

“His Majesty has left the decision to you, Yuna. Whether to help or not, it’s your choice.”

Neither Emil, my father, my mother, nor those who had mistreated me—no matter what happened to them, I wouldn’t feel anything. After all, I held no affection for them.

I hated them all.

Call me narrow-minded if you want, but I refuse to help people I despise. No matter what fate befalls them, I have no desire to intervene!

“…I’ll go. I’ll accept the request.”

I don’t want to help them. But the land itself has done nothing wrong. As a saint, I must grant my blessing to the land.

“Yuna…”

Perhaps sensing my inner turmoil, Lord Rein gently touched my hand, as if comforting me.

It’s okay. As long as Lord Rein, who believes in me and stands by my side, is here… I can endure anything.

“Lady Yuna, you are truly kind. If it were me, I wouldn’t help them at all.”

“…I hesitated too.”

Even now, I don’t want to save my father and the others…

“Then why not get back at them?”

“Huh?”

“You can’t abandon the land, right? But you don’t want to help Baron Kotokoris and his people, do you? Then, let’s take revenge.”

With a smile, Mimosa proposed an idea that neither Rein nor I had even considered—

It had been over a year since I left Kotokoris territory.

From the carriage, I could see the land, once blessed with bountiful harvests since my birth, now withered and barren.

How pitiful…

A land revived by a saint’s power should remain fertile if properly cared for, even in the saint’s absence. In fact, Melt had already flourished back to its natural, abundant state, despite no longer relying on a saint.

The people of Kotokoris had depended too much on the saint’s power.

Because of the saint’s blessings, they didn’t need to do anything—just sowing seeds was enough for crops to grow and bear fruit. Year after year, they basked in the abundance my power provided, growing complacent and forgetting how to put in effort.

“You’re late! Yuna…sama!”

Oh, just barely managed to add sama at the last moment, huh, Father?

As the carriage came to a stop in the town of Aqua, the first settlement upon entering Kotokoris territory, my father was waiting for us. I leisurely stepped down, taking my time, and he shouted at me—though he softened his voice slightly at the end and properly added “sama.”

Good. At least he’s learning. I was starting to worry about how many more times I’d have to watch him get thrown in jail. Well, I suppose this is just barely acceptable.

“Baron Kotokoris, you will address Lady Yuna with proper respect.”

“Guh!”

As my personal magic knight, Lord Rein, who accompanied me on this journey, shot a sharp glare at my father, issuing a firm warning.

And Lord Rein was right. Proper respect must be shown. After all, I am the Saint of the Finable Empire.

Honestly, I don’t want to help my father and the others. Their suffering means nothing to me. However, as the Saint of the Finable Empire, I have come to save the land.

Even though I despise this, I have suppressed my emotions to do my duty.

That’s why—I decided to accept Mimosa’s suggestion.

“Hurry and restore the land! Can’t you see we’re at our limit? The crops won’t grow at all, the water sources are drying up! And yet, because you arrived later than promised—!”

“Oh my, it’s already late today, so I don’t want to. I’m exhausted from the long journey. Until I recover from my fatigue, I can’t restore the land.”

“What!?”

“Prepare accommodations for me. The finest room available, please. And make sure all my meals consist of my favorite dishes. You know what they are, don’t you? After all, we were once family.”

Though, of course, they never paid attention to me, so they probably have no idea.

“Also, I expect plenty of jewelry, accessories, and clothing as my reward. Oh, and luxurious bath salts that are good for the skin. I’d also like some scented aromatherapy oils to help me sleep peacefully.”

“Are you mocking us!? This is an emergency! If the land isn’t restored soon, we’ll have no food or water and—!”

“And what does that have to do with me?”

“What?”

“Whether you all struggle or suffer has nothing to do with me.”

I coldly declared, and my father’s face turned red with rage.

“You fake saint! You’re unworthy of the title! A true saint would never refuse to help those in need!”

…Where does he get the nerve to say that? Honestly, I’m baffled.

“Why? Up until now, your precious daughter Emil was the one handling everything, wasn’t she? And you, Baron Kotokoris, took full advantage of her status as a saint to do whatever you pleased, didn’t you?”

I never personally witnessed it, but I had heard countless rumors. Shameful, disgraceful rumors. Every time, I felt nothing but secondhand embarrassment.

So, I decided to follow in Emil’s and my father’s footsteps.

Now, the roles have reversed. My father and his people must grovel before me—the saint they once scorned—for salvation.

Just as Mimosa suggested, I’ll have my revenge.