The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 22

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 022
When our eyes met, he seemed to realize belatedly that he had answered too hastily.
Cassandro cleared his throat awkwardly, and I asked again, equally flustered.
“You don’t have training or anything, do you? I’m sorry if I’ve kept you.”
“I came here of my own accord.”
Cassandro replied matter-of-factly.
“No one detained me. I detained myself, so to speak. Besides, I happened to be free.”
“Then I’m relieved.”
I smiled and stepped outside. Cassandro followed a pace behind me.
The Temple was beautiful everywhere, so even an aimless walk became a pleasant stroll.
Walking along the edge of the path, I couldn’t overcome the awkwardness and finally opened my mouth.
“Would you like to walk beside me? We could talk a bit.”
Cassandro hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up to my pace. Simultaneously, a shadow fell over my head.
When I looked up, I saw Cassandro’s shadowed face blocking the western sun. I was struck anew by how tall he was.
Because of the perspective, his small face appeared noticeably smaller. Yet within that small face, his features were arranged with striking clarity.
His deep crimson eyes held a profound light, and as his gaze shifted slightly downward, his eyelids cast shadows.
His high bridge of nose and sharp tip made him seem almost unreal, while his lips were moist and red as if tinted.
In fact, his skin was as pale as porcelain, so he could have appeared like a conventionally beautiful man.
But the firm, masculine jawline beside it prevented any impression of delicacy.
Cassandro’s face was beautiful like a sculpture in an art museum, yet his body below was so overwhelming that it evoked the image of a Greek god.
…His face alone is world-class in strength. Ah, is his combat ability too? Justitia really is something. She should prefer a man like this instead.
Then our eyes met.
Only then did I realize I had been staring at him too intently. I panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“How tall are you?”
He hesitated briefly before answering.
“A bit over six feet.”
Wow, since one foot is roughly thirty centimeters, that meant he was well over one hundred eighty centimeters.
“I’m envious. Would you give me one foot?”
“….”
“I’m joking. Don’t take it seriously.”
He takes everything literally. I really can’t make jokes with him.
“Why didn’t you answer right away? If I were you, I’d write seven feet on my forehead and walk around with it.”
“Seven feet is too much.”
“Plenty of people exaggerate their heights.”
“…Why would you?”
Cassandro’s face showed complete incomprehension.
True, there would be no need to write it on his forehead. There wouldn’t be anyone tall enough to read it properly.
Sergio, Formoso, and Alfonso are all shorter than Cassandro, so they wouldn’t be able to see it.
As I imagined those three looking up at Cassandro, I felt laughter bubbling up.
“A man being tall like a pole isn’t something to boast about.”
“Who on earth told you such nonsense? Your lover?”
“My mother.”
“Ah, your mother….”
I blurted out the first thing that came to mind in a panic.
“Your mother may have had a difficult time giving birth to you. Somehow, it seems like you were already large from the moment you were born, yes.”
Cassandro let out a faint smile at my desperate excuse, and I cautiously continued, gauging his reaction.
“You should be proud, Cassandro. Not only are you tall like a beanpole, but you have a handsome face and an excellent physique as well.”
“…Thank you.”
“I’m not being polite, so take it at face value. I may have been lying more often lately, but this is the truth.”
Thanks to those final words, Cassandro’s smile deepened.
“Even if you stopped a passing Priest and asked, they would surely give you the same answer. In fact, someone is coming over there….”
…and it turned out to be Formoso of all people. Not wanting to encounter him, I hastily averted my gaze and dragged Cassandro along.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t ask, just walk.”
“Saint?”
It was already too late. I let out a short sigh and turned around, and Formoso approached with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
“Archbishop.”
“I seem to be meeting everyone here. Were you taking a stroll?”
“Yes.”
“I heard you met with His Majesty.”
“He came by suddenly and asked me to take charge of preparations for the debutante ball.”
“The Saint? But you’re attending that ball as well, aren’t you?”
“Indeed. It’s such an unprecedented matter that I hesitated, but he scolded me, saying I should fulfill my duties as the future Queen.”
At those words, Formoso’s eyes sharpened.
“He scolded you? The Saint?”
“Yes.”
Of course, it was a lie. I watched the gauge rise by 0.1% as I added:
“But if you would prefer I didn’t, Archbishop, I shall decline.”
“This is too important a responsibility for the Saint to undertake from the start. Could it be that His Majesty intentionally….”
“Surely not. His Majesty would never be so unscrupulous.”
Of course, Alfonso might very well be doing this to torment me.
But more likely, his intention was to replace the proposal. By having me take on the important duties of a queen beforehand, he was indirectly expressing his intention to marry me.
This way, unlike a proposal, there would be no problem if we broke off the engagement whenever we wanted. That cunning bastard.
“If you’ll permit me, I’d like to do it. It’s something I’ll have to do eventually anyway, so there’s no harm in doing it early.”
It’s troublesome, but to fill the gauge, I’ll eventually need to increase my external activities.
“But why is Cassandro here?”
Formoso looked at me with a displeased expression, then suddenly said something completely out of the blue.
“I understand the entire Knight Order is in training right now.”
At those words, I stared directly at Cassandro, and his eyes wavered for a moment before he opened his mouth.
“The Vice Commander is leading the training. The Vice Commander also needs command experience.”
“Isn’t it the same principle as His Majesty entrusting me with such an important responsibility?”
After I defended Cassandro, Formoso nodded expressionlessly.
“I meant no offense. I was merely puzzled to find you here alone during the entire training session.”
“His Majesty the King left in a rage, you see. Witnessing that, you grew concerned and came to check on me.”
“…He left in a rage, you say?”
Of course it was a lie.
I ignored Cassandro, whose eyes had widened in shock, and nodded.
Fortunately, he didn’t step forward to correct me and restore the King’s honor.
“So it would seem.”
“…How dare you.”
Formoso muttered in a stunned tone. Then, seeing my impassive expression, he asked as if he couldn’t believe it.
“…Do you still love His Majesty?”
What could be a more creative answer than “Yes!” here?
I pondered briefly to satisfy the status window’s appetite for entertainment, then opened my mouth with an innocent smile.
“Of course. In fact, I’m delighted.”
“…Whatever for?”
“His Majesty is renowned for rarely revealing his true feelings. The fact that he shows me his genuine self must mean he loves me all the more, don’t you think?”
At that answer, Formoso looked ready to grab the back of his own neck in exasperation.
I laughed obliviously to myself, gave a slight nod, and left the space. Cassandro naturally followed me.
“Did His Majesty truly lose his temper?”
He broke the silence first. I shook my head calmly.
“You saw for yourself that he didn’t, didn’t you?”
“…It could have happened inside, after all.”
“He’s not the type to do such a thing. He still needs to watch my mood, you see.”
Perhaps because he looked pitiful. Cassandro’s gaze seemed uncomfortable.
Disliking the sight of that expression for some reason, I continued the question as if nothing were amiss.
“But you didn’t correct my lie in front of the Archbishop, did you?”
“As I mentioned, I thought it was possible His Majesty had lost his temper inside.”
“So now that you know the truth, will you go confess to the Archbishop?”
Cassandro asked back with a rare expression of bewilderment.
“Why would I do that?”

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