The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 57

As usual, just as I was about to return from restoring the land as the Saint of the Finable Empire—

“A wounded person?”

“Yes, it seems they’ve been seriously injured. They’ve asked for Lady Rein to heal them immediately.”

Just as we were about to board the carriage, Rein-sama and I were stopped by one of the retainers of the Ainakura Ducal House.

According to them, a landslide had occurred a little distance from here, and there were injured people caught in the disaster.

“Let’s go, Rein-sama. If there are injured people, we have to help them.”

“That’s true, but… Yuna, haven’t you been overworking yourself lately?”

“…I’m sorry, things haven’t been going as smoothly as I’d hoped.”

Currently, I am undergoing intense training to become Rein-sama’s wife, learning the etiquette of a noble lady.

As the daughter of Baron Kotokoris, I had received some education, but my younger sister, Emil, disliked the idea of me becoming refined and often interfered, leaving my education incomplete.

I’m training desperately, but I’ve never been good at dancing. Back when I was still a Baron’s daughter, no one invited me to dance, and after becoming the Saint of the Finable Empire, I avoided it because of my weakness.

But now that I’m marrying into the Ainakura Ducal House, I can’t continue avoiding it. I can’t just keep declining because I’m bad at it. Ideally, I want to be at least somewhat competent by the time of our engagement banquet!

Both Rein-sama, Duke Ainakura, and His Majesty have told me not to push myself too hard, but if I’m going to be Rein-sama’s wife, I want to be prepared.

“I’m fine, really.”

Rein-sama is always so considerate of my well-being. It may be improper, but having someone who genuinely worries about me makes me happy.

“I’ll go take care of the treatment myself. Yuna, go back to your room and get some rest.”

“What? But…”

“Your blessing remains effective for a short while even when you’re away. I can handle it alone. I’ll return as soon as I’m done.”

“Rein-sama…”

“You’ve been working so hard for me, Yuna, so I want to do what I can as well.”

“…Thank you, Rein-sama.”

Rein-sama is always so kind. It’s because I am going to be his wife that I feel I must try my best.

“Then, I’ll be off.”

“Alright, please take care.”

After seeing Rein-sama off, I returned to the inn that had been prepared for me in town.

Now, what should I do?

He said he’d be back soon, but depending on the extent of the landslide damage, it might take a while… If I studied during this time, would Rein-sama be upset? No, he wouldn’t get angry, but he might sigh and say, “You’re pushing yourself again.”

After thinking it over, I decided to use the time Rein-sama had given me to rest. I asked my maid to prepare some tea.

“Ahh…”

With my duties as the Saint, I haven’t had much time to relax lately. It’s been a while since I’ve had a moment to unwind.

Emil always prioritized her own convenience, and I’d never seen her truly busy. But in reality, if a Saint does their job properly, it’s quite a demanding role.

Restoring lands, inspecting disaster sites, providing relief aid, and participating in imperial events—all of these were things Emil neglected, instead acting solely for herself. It’s terrifying to think of how she abused the title of Saint.

That selfish, spoiled “Saint” Emil…

Now, the entire Finalble Empire knows her name as that of a fake Saint who stole her older sister’s powers and indulged in every selfish whim. The incident at the Shainacle Marquisate’s banquet also became widely known, cementing her reputation as a delusional fool.

Even if Emil were to forcefully bring me back, she would never regain her title as Saint.

No matter how much she struggled, once she was sent to the convent, she would never be able to meddle again.

Even our parents, who had once doted on Emil, agreed to send her to the convent without hesitation. In the end, they never truly loved Emil as a person—they only cherished her as the “Saint of Kotokoris”

“Come in.”

I heard a knock at the door and invited them inside.

I thought it was my maid bringing the tea I had requested.

But it wasn’t.

The person who entered looked as if I were staring into a mirror.

“…Emil?”

We were identical twins, so our faces were practically the same.

However, it was easy to tell us apart. We had different hair textures—mine was long and straight, reaching my waist, while Emil’s was naturally wavy and fluffy.

Yet, the Emil standing before me now had straight, long hair just like mine, and she was wearing the same outfit as me.

“Why are you here…?”

“It was easy. I just pretended to be you, and they led me here without question.”

…It’s true that right now, she looks exactly like me. It’s understandable that people were fooled.

“Weren’t you sent to the convent?”

“I escaped on the way. I thought I’d never get another chance to see you again.”

“What do you want? I have nothing left to say to you.”

How long has it been since I was last alone with Emil in a room like this?

Back then, and now—our positions have completely reversed.

“How cruel, Yuna-oneesama… I loved you so much, and yet you abandoned me.”

I had already noticed that the feelings Emil directed toward me were not the same as mine toward her.

“Yuna-oneesama, I hate you. I hate you so much for refusing to live for me. So please—just disappear.”