The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 5

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 005

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“Who on earth was that enormous man from earlier? Surely someone of such a build is quite rare within the Convent?”
“He must have been a military nobleman. Did he pay his dues and disappear?”
“What nobleman would come all this way just to play such a prank?”
“But the way he wrapped himself entirely in black from head to toe—there was something decidedly unnatural about it.”
After the Bazaar concluded, the afterparty chatter was dominated by talk of the large man who had appeared so suddenly.
“But why would he need to hide his identity?”
Nora was equally curious. I walked toward the exit of the Hall and replied indifferently.
“Well, if he attended against his will, it’s possible, isn’t it?”
“Then perhaps he really is a bodyguard knight?”
“You’re relentless. Why do you dig into such things?”
“I’m not grateful about it, honestly. I really wish Cassini Duke hadn’t won that earring at auction. After donating it in the first place, trying to buy it back again—what kind of wasteful nonsense is that?”
Lost for words at such a blunt remark from a Temple servant, Nora suddenly gasped and covered her mouth.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to speak ill of your brother….”
“It’s fine. We don’t even think of each other as siblings anyway.”
“Pardon?”
“Cassini Duke has never once treated me as his younger sister….”
As I rounded the corner past a pillar, something suddenly caught my foot and my body lurched forward.
Nora reached out, but I fell faster than she could catch me.
—Crash!
A loud sound accompanied a sharp sting in my hands and knees. And then—
“Your Holiness!”
A familiar voice rang out urgently.
“Are you all right?”
Ah, Lumiel. It had to be you again.
I tried to push myself up with my hands, but stumbled forward instead.
My wrist throbbed—it seemed I’d sprained it.
“Your Holiness, are you all right?”
Nora rushed to help me up, and Lumiel joined in.
Those tearful, innocent eyes gazed down at me.
‘Those same eyes back then.’
I clearly remember that face smiling with those eyes as she threw herself down the Staircase.
“You startled me appearing so suddenly. Are you hurt? Shall I call a physician?”
“No, I’m fine. But I didn’t expect to see you here, my lady.”
“I came out for some fresh air for a moment.”
“Ah, I see. It has been quite an eventful day, hasn’t it?”
At those words, Lumiel’s lips twitched slightly.
That ‘eventful day’ included being mistaken for a coward who’d tried to back out of a donation in front of everyone.
I gently wrapped my hands around Lumiel’s, offering her comfort.
“I’m fine, so please don’t worry. It’s nothing serious.”
With those words, I promptly left my seat. Nora, who had been following beside me, hesitated before speaking up.
“Saint, you just fell a moment ago….”
“Hmm?”
“…Never mind.”
Nora pressed her lips shut instead of saying more.
I had a sense of what she wanted to say.
She was probably holding back, worried I might not like it.
Still, I didn’t bother to preempt her words.
According to the memories I’d inherited, Nora was quite a loyal maid.
But I couldn’t fully trust her yet.
I’d been abandoned by my fiancé, my teacher, and my brother—I couldn’t trust just anyone.
As I walked in silence, Nora casually brought up another topic.
“By the way, did the Cassini Duke’s daughter really entrust her earrings to you earlier?”
Oh, she’s perceptive.
I smiled ambiguously and dodged the question. It was then that Nora looked at me with an odd expression instead of pressing further.
“Oh my, Saint! You’re bleeding!”
At her words, I lowered my head and saw that the knee area of my white dress was indeed turning red.
“Shouldn’t you stop by the Medical Palace?”
“This much is nothing. I’ll just apply some medicine at the Temple.”
“Holy power might feel rather useless to you, Saint. An ability that can only save others, not yourself.”
Nora was right—the healing ability of holy power could only be used on others. Even the Archbishop was no exception.
I comforted the troubled Nora and returned to the carriage.
“….”
Cassandro stood before the carriage, his brow furrowed as he looked at me.
I felt even more awkward since I’d confidently said nothing serious would happen earlier.
Worried it might reach the Archbishop’s ears and cause trouble, I offered a vague explanation.
“I accidentally fell.”
Cassandro was someone I couldn’t fully trust either.
Lumiel’s reputation was still quite good, and I didn’t know exactly what relationship he had with the Archbishop.
There was no harm in being cautious until I could fully confirm he was on my side. I’d already been abandoned once and died.
“It’s not a serious injury, so please don’t make such a displeased face. I’ll explain things well to the Archbishop.”
“It’s not because of the Archbishop.”
Cassandro seemed to look even more displeased at those words. Had I been too obvious?
“Are you certain you fell on your own?”
“…What do you mean?”
“Whenever you go somewhere the Cassini Duke’s daughter is present, you always come back injured somewhere.”
What I heard next was quite surprising.
“If I may be so bold, the Cassini Duke’s daughter doesn’t seem like a good person to me.”
I must emphasize once more: Lumiel’s reputation had become quite favorable. She had been genuine from the start, kind and gracious.
And there was also the pitiful image of being opposed by Justitia.
“If I may be so bold, the Cassini Duke’s daughter does not seem like such a good person.”
So the subject of this statement would have suited Justitia far better than Lumiel.
Justitia’s originally flawless image had recently come under suspicion.
“You speak contrary to what others say. These days, more people think I’m not such a good person.”
Cassandro asked with a furrowed brow.
“Who would dare say such a thing?”
“They say I’m jealous of the Cassini Saint. Though you know, the true one was originally the Cassini Duke’s daughter.”
But the Justitia I know has never been jealous of Lumiel.
She had accepted from the beginning that she herself was the “fake.”
“So your words sound rather strange to me.”
“Is it because the Saint thinks well of the Cassini Duke’s daughter, or…”
Cassandro asked sharply in a quiet voice.
“Am I the first to speak such words?”
“The latter.”
I answered conservatively.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? His Majesty the King, the Archbishop, the Cassini Duke—all regard the Cassini Duke’s daughter favorably, yet you alone say she doesn’t seem like a good person.”
“I don’t believe an opinion must align with everyone else’s to be correct.”
“…Do you have evidence for thinking that way?”
Without realizing it, I was pressing him like an interrogator. When Justitia insisted that Lumiel was suspicious, everyone said she was blinded by jealousy.
Hearing the same opinion as Justitia from someone else’s mouth made this situation unbelievable. I even began to suspect whether Cassandro was testing me.
“I simply answer as I feel.”
His frustratingly straightforward answer left me momentarily speechless.
Suddenly, I felt I had become exactly like those who distrusted Justitia.
Perhaps Cassandro was genuinely warning me.
“…Yes, thank you.”
Let me observe for now. This man is the first to say such things to me.
Just as I was about to end the conversation carelessly.
“The true Saint is the one standing before my eyes.”
Cassandro’s unexpected words captured my attention.
He continued calmly with an expressionless face.
“I came all the way here from the Holy Kingdom to protect you. So if I were not concerned for your safety, there would be no reason for me to remain here.”
“…I really did fall on my own today.”
“I understand.”
In truth, Cassandro didn’t seem to believe me, but his expression suggested he would let it go since I continued to insist.
Feeling oddly embarrassed, I was about to board the carriage to avoid him.
“Pardon me.”
A soft whisper brushed my ear, and suddenly my waist was lifted effortlessly.
Startled by the sudden sensation of being lifted, I turned my head to see Cassandro helping me into the carriage with an indifferent expression.
“No, I… well….”
Suddenly treated like a child, I opened my mouth with a bewildered voice.
“It’s just my knee that’s scraped a little. My leg isn’t actually injured.”
“That’s precisely the point.”
“Surely you’re not suggesting you’ll do the same when I get down?”
Cassandro simply closed the door instead of answering. Wait, at least answer before you shut it!
“You’re being overprotective… ow!”
A sharp pain shot through my wrist. Nora had pressed down on it firmly.
“In your current condition, how can you say such things?”
“…I’m sorry.”
It seemed best to simply keep quiet.

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