The Saint is Not My Sister, The Real Saint is Me - Prologue
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My twin sister, Emil, was born as a saint.
Blessed with special powers, kind-hearted, and always whispering words of love, my sister was kind even to me—her twin sister, a failure with no powers whatsoever.
“Yuna Onee-sama, I love you. Let’s always stay close as sisters, okay?”
From an outsider’s perspective, Emil was the perfect, loving little sister. People would often say things like, “You’re so lucky to have such a wonderful sister.”
“Yuna Onee-sama, look at this! I got the same thing as you. Now, we have everything matching! I love you, Yuna Onee-sama.”
“Yuna Onee-sama, I’ve become friends with all of your friends. They said they’ll stop being friends with you and be friends with me instead. Now, you’re mine alone. I love you, Yuna Onee-sama.”
“Yuna Onee-sama, do you want to go to school? I have no interest in attending, so please don’t go either. This way, we’ll always be together. I love you, Yuna Onee-sama.”
My twin sister, who bore the same face as me, claimed to love me—yet her love felt closer to obsession.
If I tried to push her away coldly, she would start crying. And then, our parents—who adored the saintly Emil—along with my fiancé and the townspeople, would condemn me as a cruel sister.
I hated my sister.
But even so, she was family—my one and only twin. So I endured it all.
“Yuna Onee-sama, I have fallen in love with your fiancé. Luki-sama has responded to my feelings and told me he loves me more than you. So, please give him to me. Yuna Onee-sama, I love you.”
——I had endured for so long. But this was the last straw.
Saying “I love you” doesn’t grant you a free pass for everything.
I had put up with it all because we were family, because we were twins. But I’ve had enough.
As if on cue, my parents told me to leave the house. Fine—I’ll take this chance to walk away.
Goodbye. I will never consider you my family again.
Even if you cry and beg for help, I will never come to your aid.
The true saint is me, you foolish people.