The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Episode 58

The love that was once obsessively directed at me had now transformed into something resembling murderous hatred—pure loathing.

“Isn’t it Emil who will disappear? You’ll be sent to the monastery and never return.”

“It’s not Yuna Onee-sama’s fault! It’s because you refused to live for me! If only you had continued to exist for my sake, my family and I would have been happy!”

I had grown tired of hearing Emil’s words repeated over and over again.

“I was never happy. Only you and the others were. It was a happiness built on sacrificing mine.”

“But I was there for you, wasn’t I?”

“How does it help to have you by my side when I absolutely hate you? It was nothing but suffering!”

How could she possibly think her love was so valuable? Did she really believe I would dedicate my entire life to serving her just because of it?

She deliberately spread malicious rumors about me, isolated me, made me stand alone at every gathering, and forced me to watch her bask in happiness while I wallowed in misery. And on top of that, she even stole my fiancé. And yet, she still expected me to devote everything to her? That’s beyond ridiculous.

“I hate you too, Emil. Disappear already.”

“Wha—!? That’s cruel… So cruel! Even though you took everything from me!”

“This argument is pointless, Emil. The result has already been decided. I have been recognized as the true saint, and you, the impostor—the one who has stolen everything from me. That’s why you’re being sent to the monastery.”

This wasn’t some childish quarrel. No matter how much she threw a tantrum, it wouldn’t change anything. Even if Emil refused to accept it, the entire Finable Empire had acknowledged the truth.

She needed to accept it already.

“…You’re right. I lost. Because Yuna Onee-sama played dirty and ruined me.”

She was persistent. I had only revealed the truth—I did nothing dishonest. But I was too exhausted to argue anymore. She could think whatever she wanted.

“That’s why… I just had the best idea.”

“The best idea?”

“I will become you, Yuna Onee-sama.”

“…What?”

Emil gave me a sinister smile and released her hands, revealing the knife she had been concealing.

“Die, Yuna Onee-sama. I will take your place.”

The little sister who once loved me and clung to me, upon realizing she could no longer control me, now pointed a knife at me with murderous intent.

Her eyes were clouded, blackened with something terrifying.

“You? Become me? That’s impossible.”

“It is possible. Even on my way here, no one realized it was me. They all mistook me for you.”

“Even if you deceive them with appearances, you can’t use the saint’s power. They’ll find out immediately.”

“It will be fine. Once you’re gone, the saint’s power will reside in me.”

“Where is your proof?”

“We’re twins. The gods must have made a mistake in granting you the power. But once you’re gone, the true saint—me—will finally receive it.”

…She was delusional.

“You don’t need to worry about anything, Onee-sama. I’ll take your place as the saint, bask in everyone’s admiration, and even receive Lord Rein’s love. Everything will be returned to me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! How much more do you plan to take from me!? Will you only be satisfied after hurting me!?”

Time and time again, she hurt me.

I once adored her. She was my beloved little sister. I wanted to protect her.

“Goodbye, Yuna Onee-sama. Let’s be reborn as twins again in our next life.”

With that, Emil raised her knife—

“Huh? What? What is this!?”

—But the knife never reached me.

Before it could, a magical light intercepted it, shattering the blade into pieces.

“Too bad for you. Before leaving my side, Lord Rein cast a protection spell on me. I was never afraid of you from the beginning.”

If she were someone more powerful, perhaps I would have been concerned. But there was no way Emil could break Lord Rein’s spell. It was obvious from the start that her efforts were futile.

“N-No way…”

Emil collapsed to her knees. I had kept quiet about the protection spell on purpose—I wanted her to commit a crime.

“Attempting to kill the saint of the Finable Empire is a grave sin. Being sent to a monastery would have been merciful in comparison to what awaits you now.”

A crime so severe that even the death penalty could be considered—

“Death penalty…!? N-No! I don’t want that! Yuna Onee-sama, please! Save me…!”

“Why would I save you? You tried to kill me.”

“Yuna Onee-sama…! If you save me, I’ll love you again!”

Even now, she was completely missing the point.

“I never asked for your love. Even if you offered it, I wouldn’t accept it. Never love me again.”

When Emil first told me she hated me, I felt relieved. Finally, she had freed me from the curse of her so-called love.

I was grateful that she came to hate me enough to want me dead. Because I, too, truly hated her.

This was goodbye.

“Noooooo!”

Her desperate scream echoed, but I remained unmoved. I stared at her with cold indifference.

Hearing the commotion, people rushed into the room. Lord Rein, sensing something had happened, returned at once. I calmly explained everything and left the rest in their hands.

I wanted nothing more to do with Emil. I didn’t even want to see her disgraceful end.

“Yuna! Thank goodness you’re safe!”

“It’s all thanks to you, Lord Rein. Thank you.”

As he embraced me tightly, I realized just how cold my body had become. And in his warmth, I finally felt at ease.

Lord Rein, furious at Emil’s actions, personally restrained her with magic and had her transported to a high-security prison—one reserved for the empire’s most heinous criminals. It was the first time in Finable Empire’s long history that a woman had been sent there.

Until her punishment was officially determined, that was where she would stay.

Most likely, Emil would be sentenced to death for attempting to kill the saint of the empire. She wouldn’t even get to choose how she died.

I had no interest in what happened to her beyond this point.

Even if rumors eventually reached my ears, I wanted to remain ignorant for as long as possible.

Lord Rein, His Majesty, and Duke Einach seemed to understand my feelings, and they never spoke of her fate.

One day, I might hear whispers of her end carried by the wind.

But until then, I would live my life without ever looking back.