The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 36

“Being late is Emil’s specialty, isn’t it? Yet you blame only me. The people of the Kotokoris Baron family are truly self-centered.”

It’s fine when they do it, but not when others do.

Emil once kept us waiting for days, but I’ve only made them wait a single day. That’s already generous.

“B-But that’s because Emil is a special existence—she’s a Saint—”

Still going on about that? How hopeless.

“If the real Saint exists, then there’s no need for a fake one like me. I’m leaving.”

“W-Wait! No, please wait!”

“What is it?”

“Please! Lady Yuna, I beg you—restore the land!”

Just as I was about to turn on my heel and step into the carriage, my father hurriedly stopped me.

How pathetic. His miserable expression clearly shows his resentment—why should he have to bow his head to me?

“Aren’t I supposed to be a fake Saint? Do you need the help of a fake Saint? Even though you have the real one—Emil?”

“T-That’s…”

“If Emil is the real Saint, then she should be the one to help you.”

That’s impossible.

Father blindly believes that Emil is a real Saint. But no matter how much he clings to that belief, she isn’t. She never was, and never will be. She can’t restore the land.

“…Lady Yuna! Emil has temporarily lost her Saintly powers!”

“Hah.”

That’s a lie. Emil never had them to begin with.

“That’s why—until she regains her power—you, as her older sister, should save the Kotokoris territory in her place! Emil has always loved you unconditionally, even though you were a failure!”

“Hah.”

I don’t recall ever being given such love. This makes no sense.

And why should I be the one to save them in Emil’s place?

Nothing has changed. I’ve always been the one saving the land in Emil’s stead.

“Baron Kotokoris, don’t bring up the sisterly bond now. You were the one who severed our family ties.”

“T-That’s true! But still—”

If there’s one thing I can be grateful to my father for, it’s that he cut me off from this family.

“I’ll give you some time to think. If you want my help, then in front of the entire territory and its people—admit that your proud daughter is a fake Saint.”

“Wha—ridiculous! That’s impossible!”

“Then I suppose I’ll take my leave.”

“Ghh…!”

My father glares at me. He still doesn’t understand his position. How pitiful. It seems I need to make it even clearer.

“‘Waaah, I traveled all the way to this filthy, distant frontier town as the great Saint of the Finable Empire, and yet I’m being treated so cruelly! As a Saint, I should be treated with more reverence!’”

“Th-That’s—”

“‘I don’t want to help such awful people. Let’s just go home already.’”

That was an imitation of Emil.

Since we’re twins, it’s easy to mimic her, don’t you think?

These were the very words your precious daughter used to say.

“Are you alright, Yuna? You’re right, let’s leave. There’s no reason to help those who treat a Saint with such disrespect.”

Lord Rein follows my lead, cornering my father further.

“M-My deepest apologies, Lady Yuna! Please, I beg you—save us!”

At last, he realizes his position. He presses his forehead to the ground in a desperate bow.

How does it feel, Father? How does it feel to have the tables turned on you and Emil after all the unjust treatment you inflicted on me?

After all, you both did the same to me.

So there’s nothing wrong with me doing it in return, is there?

“Well then, will you admit that Emil is a fake?”

This time, my father neither agreed nor denied it.

He must be hesitating.

If he admits in front of the people that Emil was a fraud, not only will Emil’s status crumble, but he himself will be exposed as a fool—a father who discarded his real Saint daughter, unable to see the truth.

For someone as self-absorbed as him, that would be unbearable.

“Baron Kotokoris, I’ll stay here for a little while—until you make up your mind.

In the meantime, make sure to entertain me properly.

If I feel even the slightest discomfort, I’ll leave immediately.”

“…Y-Yes.”

My father weakly nodded.

How satisfying.