The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 47

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 047
“Since you’re here, why not join us for dinner? Evening is approaching.”
I made the suggestion partly to avoid leaving Lumiel and Alfonso alone together—something told me that would invite complications. Alfonso nodded in agreement.
“Very well.”
Alfonso wheeled me down to the Dining Hall. The siblings, forewarned of our arrival, were already waiting. It was my first meal in the Dining Hall since arriving here.
Alfonso took the head of the table, with Sergio and me seated across from each other beside him. Lumiel sat next to Sergio.
The main course was lamb ribs.
But the meat and bone didn’t separate as cleanly as I’d hoped.
Growing slightly frustrated, I was merely pushing the food around my plate when it happened.
Plates were extended toward me simultaneously from across the table and from the side. I looked up in surprise.
Alfonso and Sergio’s eyes met, and both their expressions shifted to obvious embarrassment.
Sergio hastily redirected his plate to the side. Without thinking, I studied Lumiel’s reaction.
“Thank you, Brother.”
If it were me, I couldn’t have hidden my bewilderment—but she, patient as always, smiled without the slightest hint of displeasure. Yes, you’re truly remarkable. I concede!
“I should have a word with the kitchen staff.”
“Justitia’s technique for deboning is simply abysmal.”
“As you know, we eat very little meat at the Temple.”
“Is that why you came to the Cassini Mansion—to eat your fill? If you lived in the Royal Palace, life would be quite pleasant.”
I saw Lumiel pause at those words.
And then Alfonso paused as well, as if surprised by his own remark.
‘They’re still in the process of working things out.’
Yet Alfonso had spoken so naturally about me becoming Queen. He’s going to catch hell for that later, isn’t he?
‘Well, for the past seven years he probably assumed he’d marry Justitia.’
The words slipped out reflexively. If his heart had truly turned entirely toward Justitia, his reaction just now would have been different.
I wondered how those two would have their lovers’ quarrel. I turned it over in my mind from every angle, but my imagination proved too limited. Should I follow them discreetly later?
“I’ve heard that meat attached to bone is quite good, Saint. Please, eat plenty.”
Lumiel quickly smiled and spoke. With a radiant expression, she took the meat Alfonso offered and put it in her mouth. It was a subtle provocation, but…
“Truth be told, I’ve been quite concerned. I thought you might believe my injury was my fault.”
So my effort wasn’t wasted. I paused noticeably before asking.
“Me?”
“I was nearby at the time.”
I felt Alfonso and Sergio’s attention sharpen on this exchange. I watched Lumiel carefully as she continued.
“It seems some people are spreading strange rumors about the incident.”
“What do you mean, Lumiel?”
“They’re saying I pushed the Noblewoman. Down the Staircase.”
Lumiel covered her eyes as if the very thought horrified her. Ah, so that’s your gambit?
“Such ridiculous… utterly absurd talk.”
Sergio responded reflexively, his gaze turning to me. His eyes seemed confused rather than accusatory.
“It’s absurd. Look at the Cassini Noblewoman’s wrists. Could someone with such delicate wrists possibly push anyone?”
Meanwhile, Alfonso was defending Lumiel.
I bit down on my lips and lowered my head, saying nothing. Only after a moment did I manage to lift my gaze and force a smile.
“That’s… that’s absurd. Who would say something so frightening…”
“Your complexion looks terrible, Justitia.”
Alfonso noticed quickly and spoke. I forced the corners of my mouth upward in a grimace while gripping the wheelchair tightly.
“…I apologize, but with a guest present, I think I should retire upstairs. I’m suddenly feeling unwell.”
“I’ll have the physician summoned.”
“No. It’s not… it’s not that serious.”
I gestured to Cassandro, and he approached silently to pull my wheelchair.
I kept my mouth shut until I reached my room, only letting out a sigh once I was inside.
“Could you bring me a glass of water?”
I asked Cassandro specifically because I felt embarrassed after the performance. He complied without a word.
“Thank you.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
Cassandro said, offering me the glass of water.
I was genuinely startled and looked at him. He elaborated with his usual expressionless face.
“It seemed like you found me bothersome.”
“…That can’t be. Don’t misunderstand. I just…”
-Knock knock
A knock sounded at that moment. When Cassandro opened the door, Alfonso appeared.
He glanced at Cassandro, narrowed his brows slightly, and gestured for him to leave.
“Are you feeling quite ill?”
He certainly hadn’t come out of concern. I turned my gaze from Cassandro leaving to look at Alfonso.
“It’s nothing serious. I apologize for the worry.”
“The Noblewoman seems to have suffered quite a bit from these ridiculous rumors. I even saw tears earlier.”
“I see…”
I deliberately gave a curt response, and Alfonso studied me intently before asking.
“They’re just rumors, aren’t they? Right?”
Alfonso was certainly sharper than Sergio when it came to reading people.
I nodded without meeting his eyes. Alfonso’s brows furrowed further.
“Justitia, look me in the eye and answer.”
“Your Majesty, please leave.”
I pleaded with a pained expression.
“I’m sorry. Please go now.”
“What?”
“My apologies.”
I kept spilling apologies, and Alfonso’s expression crumpled. He stared at me for a moment, then slowly rose and left.
Oh, I did rather well today, didn’t I? Perhaps I have some natural talent for acting…
‘Well, whether he actually believes it is another matter.’
Whether Alfonso believes me or not isn’t really that important.
Unlike Sergio, who genuinely trusts and cherishes Lumiel, he likely views both me and Lumiel as mere candidates for queen consort.
‘So now I need to win over the remaining person.’
I secretly asked Nora to get me an onion.
After squeezing the juice onto my eyes, tears streamed down instantly.
“Ah, really….”
Suddenly doing this felt so absurd. Getting back home was such a pain, truly.
Once that thought crossed my mind, tears began flowing on their own even without the onion.
Still, I was doing my best to cry quietly in order to maintain the dignity of Saint Justitia.
“Um, the Saint is currently sleeping.”
“But the light is on?”
A voice came from outside. He was here.
I quickly wrapped the blanket around myself and turned to face the wall. Then I heard the door open, followed by footsteps.
Heavier footsteps with slightly more noise than Cassandro’s. It was Sergio.
“Are you asleep?”
“….”
“If you’re feeling this unwell, perhaps I should call the physician….”
His words trailed off as Sergio suddenly pulled back the blanket.
Turning my head at that moment, when Sergio saw my face, his expression hardened.
“You….”
“….”
“Were you crying?”
I quickly turned my head away to avoid his gaze. But Sergio immediately grasped my chin and made me face him.
“Are you in that much pain?”
“…No, I’m not.”
My voice was hoarse. Even to my own ears, it sounded quite pitiful…and I rather liked it.
As I was thinking that, Sergio clenched his teeth.
“Then why are you doing this?”
“It’s just….”
I mumbled weakly.
“It’s nothing serious. Please don’t worry about it.”
“How can I not worry? You’re…!”
Sergio raised his voice, then seemed to collect himself, holding his breath before continuing in a suppressed tone.
“You’re crying, Justitia.”

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