The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 42

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 042
The carriage arrived at the Cassini Duke’s Residence. I opened the window and was about to ask Cassandro to help me down.
“What are you doing?”
The moment my hand touched the window frame, a sharp voice stopped me in my tracks.
What do you mean what am I doing? I’m calling for my escort knight.
“I need to get down.”
I gave a brief reply and tried to open the window, but a large hand covered mine, preventing me from opening it.
When I turned my head, Sergio stood there with an expression just as sharp as his tone.
“You’re not seriously calling for your escort?”
“It’s not a question of ‘seriously’—I need to in order to get down.”
“I’m here.”
“I’ll have to decline. My escort is more convenient.”
Did he really expect me to let him carry me down again? I let it slide once, but twice is absolutely not happening.
Sergio raised one eyebrow as he asked.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Exactly as I said, Your Grace.”
Just then the door opened and a low voice interjected into our conversation. Cassandro stood there with an expressionless face.
Impressive—he came before I even called. That’s the mark of a true escort knight, I suppose.
“I shall assist you, Saint.”
Cassandro approached me as if Sergio didn’t exist.
Finally at ease, I placed my hand on Cassandro’s shoulder.
Our eyes met briefly as he supported me with proper courtesy. For some reason, time seemed to stop for just a moment.
“Do you really intend to remain here?”
Even that fleeting moment was shattered by Sergio’s displeased voice. As Cassandro helped me down, he replied without even glancing back.
“It seems there will be much to attend to regarding the Saint’s needs.”
“There are servants enough here, Cassandro.”
“With Nora present, there should be no need for a stranger to serve the Saint.”
Though Cassandro couldn’t see it, I could clearly watch Sergio’s expression grow darker by the moment. He even clenched his teeth before speaking.
“They’re not strangers—they’re members of the Cassini Family. And yet…!”
“That’s enough, Your Grace.”
The moment Cassandro lifted me into his arms, I interjected with a weary voice.
“It’s unbecoming of you to quarrel over such trivial matters.”
“…”
As I descended, leaving the now-silent Sergio behind, a different thought occurred to me belatedly.
Ah, if Sergio had carried me all the way inside, would Lumiel’s expression have been even worse? Should I have held back?
“Brother…!”
Fortunately, it was a meaningless regret.
“…Saint?”
Lumiel, who had come to greet her brother, was already shocked enough just by encountering me.
What is this wretch doing here?
Her gentle eyes held a chill that seemed to say exactly that. Bear with me a moment, Lumiel. Do you think I came here out of pure joy?
“Brother, what on earth is going on?”
Lumiel’s gaze shifted past me.
I turned to look and caught sight of Sergio flinching.
It seemed he hadn’t let my earlier words go unheard.
“His leg was injured, and he couldn’t move from his room, so I brought him here.”
“Of course he should be resting with an injured leg. Why would you bring him all this way if the injury might worsen? Besides, I can’t use my holy power right now either.”
“We came by carriage, so it doesn’t matter. Look at him being carried in the arms of his escort knight.”
That sharp, cutting tone sounded strange coming from Sergio in front of Lumiel—it would have been more fitting directed at Justitia.
As Lumiel bit her lip, Sergio seemed to come to his senses, letting out a short sigh before asking.
“Is it uncomfortable for you, Lumiel?”
“How could it be?”
Lumiel smiled and shook her head.
“I simply wonder if the Saint might find the Cassini Mansion more comfortable than the Temple. It has been so long since you left.”
“Home is home, no matter how long you’ve been away.”
I was about to tease her and say I was perfectly comfortable, but Sergio beat me to it, stepping in at every turn. He was acting like my personal advocate.
Thanks to that, I watched Lumiel’s expression subtly harden without me uttering a word.
“Of course. The Cassini Mansion was the same for me.”
Lumiel, subtly asserting her position as the “true” one, turned her gaze to me and smiled.
“I’m glad you’ve come, Saint. Let me show you to your room.”
Lumiel smiled and led the way. For a moment, I nearly let out an incredulous laugh.
Did she really think I’d forgotten where my own room was, just because it had been so long?
‘Their intention to treat me as a guest in front of everyone is far too transparent.’
As I followed Lumiel up to my room, it was remarkably clean despite her not having heard of my arrival.
Like a room waiting for its master.
“You’ve worked hard, Cassandro. You may go now. Nora, could you bring some water?”
The moment I sat on the bed, I sent everyone out. Lumiel naturally began to follow them out as well.
“Wait a moment.”
Where did she think she was going? At my words, Lumiel stopped.
“What is it, Saint?”
Lumiel asked like an innocent lamb who knew nothing. I let out a hollow laugh and gestured.
“I’m curious about something.”
“Please, ask away.”
I grasped Lumiel’s slender wrist as she approached.
As I slowly moved my hand upward, I felt her thin arm in full.
“With such a fragile frame like this, how did you push me so hard down the Staircase?”
“….”
“I’m curious about your secret. I could never muster that kind of strength.”
That strength back then was definitely strange. Even with holy power, I couldn’t produce such force.
When I asked so directly, Lumiel stared at me quietly.
“I’m not sure what you mean… Did you perhaps have a strange dream?”
I dropped the act and released the wrist I’d been gripping, smiling as I did.
“Yes, it was a strange dream. The noblewoman was pushing me down the Staircase.”
“They say dreams are the opposite of reality, Saint.”
Lumiel also laughed and stepped back.
“I want to get along well with you, Saint. While you’re here, I’ll do my best to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“Thank you, noblewoman.”
In the end, we parted ways with forced laughter and smiles. What on earth was this charade?
At this point, shouldn’t she be honest with me? Or was she being cautious because she’d nearly been caught?
‘Polia’s intervention was truly unexpected.’
I felt a bit sorry for her stepping in only for me to say something different. It bothered me that there was no way to clear up that misunderstanding.
“Saint, I brought you water!”
Just then, Nora rushed in breathlessly, clutching a glass of water. She must have run all the way here.
“What’s the rush?”
“I was worried the Cassini Noblewoman might bother you while I was gone.”
Nora clenched her fists with a determined expression.
“I’ll watch over you carefully while I’m here. Don’t worry.”
“You’re as reliable as Cassandro.”
I said it in jest, but truthfully, with both of them keeping such a watchful eye, I had no concerns.
“Don’t worry. If I get hurt here, who loses out?”
“True, the Archbishop would throw a fit.”
Nora nodded as if she understood.
“I think it was good that you came here.”
“Why?”
“When you were lying in the Temple bed, you couldn’t see outside and seemed frustrated. Here you can see the Garden, so it should be less boring.”
It was thanks to the small window beside Justitia’s bed—not large, but present nonetheless.
“The Duke seems to have a keen eye for detail. If he didn’t use this room himself, I doubt he’d even remember there was a window here. How has he remembered all this time?”
“I’m not sure. He was never that attentive before.”
I answered dismissively, but the Garden visible beyond the window was quite beautiful, and I found myself thinking it had been worth coming here.
“He must have gone to some effort to appear that way.”
This solidified my resolve: if I was going to be used, I’d use him in return.

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