The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 51

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 051
“Thank you for helping me.”
After saying that to Cassandro, I felt embarrassed and let out a self-conscious cough. Cassandro paused to think before responding.
“I was merely stating the facts.”
“…I know. But you kept quiet all this time and spoke at precisely the right moment.”
Cassandro must have learned the truth on the day Nora gained her certainty. Yet he had never once let it show to me until now.
“If it were Sergio, he would have revealed everything immediately.”
Cassandro fell silent for a moment before speaking.
“It seemed you didn’t wish for it to be revealed, so I refrained.”
The moment I heard that answer, I sighed.
“So I really am corrupting you, aren’t I?”
“That’s not the case. It would be different if I had remained silent forever.”
Cassandro shook his head as he spoke.
“I’m not so naive as to believe that truth is always welcomed without question.”
At words so unlike him, I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. Cassandro chuckled softly and continued.
“I simply acted in a way that properly protected your wellbeing, so I hope you won’t burden yourself with unnecessary self-reproach.”
“What if that process requires you to tell lies?”
At my impulsive question, Cassandro couldn’t answer immediately. I quickly recovered.
“I’m joking. There’s no reason I would ask you to do such a thing.”
Just as I couldn’t lie to him, I was equally uncomfortable with the thought of him lying.
More precisely, the latter made me far more uncomfortable. It truly felt like I was corrupting him.
“How much longer do you intend to stay here?”
“I should leave now. I’ve accomplished what I came to do.”
“Did you come here with this situation in mind from the beginning?”
“Would you be disappointed if I said yes?”
“No.”
Cassandro replied matter-of-factly.
“You simply know how to place truth upon its most radiant stage.”
At such pleasant words, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“That’s strange. Why does it sound like flattery?”
“It’s not flattery.”
“It sounds that sweet to my ears. When you say such things, I feel like I’ve become a completely innocent person.”
“You’ve always been innocent.”
See? How is that not flattery? I shook my head with a wry smile on my lips.
“It’s good you didn’t pursue politics. You would have made an excellent court official.”
“I’ve never heard such a thing before.”
“Of course not. You’re generous with your words precisely because you serve a saint like me.”
I shrugged as I spoke.
“In any case, thank you. For the water you brought last night too. I should leave since I’m getting hungry.”
I immediately asked Nora to pack my belongings. Surprisingly, her reaction was lukewarm.
“Are you really leaving?”
“What, did you want to stay here longer?”
“Well, the food was delicious, at least.”
“Good heavens. Cassandro, I think it would be better if we ate dinner outside and returned to the Scalia Grand Cathedral.”
And so I finished my sudden preparations to depart and stepped out of the room. I took one last lingering look around the space where I had spent these days.
In the room where Justitia had lived so lonely, I had managed quite well—well enough to feel a twinge of guilt.
‘But I looked after all your precious things. Give me some credit.’
And I hoped that what I had accomplished here would bring her some comfort. Of course, it would continue to do so.
“I won’t be coming back here again.”
With that cold farewell, I left the room.
I descended to the first floor and asked the Butler to arrange a carriage to take me back to the Scalia Grand Cathedral, but….
“Justitia.”
What appeared before me was not a carriage, but Sergio. He stood in my way with a rigid expression.
“You’re still a patient. Where do you think you’re going?”
“I think it’s best that I leave now.”
I smiled faintly, my eyes carrying a sorrowful gleam.
“Staying here any longer will only cause discord.”
“What discord could you possibly….”
Sergio began to raise his voice as if it were absurd, but then hesitated, catching on something rational.
Just days ago, Lumiel had collapsed. Of course, it wasn’t my fault. I spoke with a weak smile.
“Actually, I haven’t seen the young lady since the day she fell ill. Please tell her to take good care of herself.”
“Justitia.”
Sergio sighed and swept his bangs back. It was a gesture he made when he was quite troubled.
“You can stay here. I just don’t want you to leave because of needless worries…and strain yourself unnecessarily.”
“….”
“You know it’s my fault. I’m not denying it.”
“How could that possibly be your fault, brother?”
I shook my head and grasped Sergio’s hand firmly. Sergio stared at me, his body stiffening slightly.
“You simply misunderstood, brother. It was certainly a matter worth misunderstanding. Though I wish you had asked me about it first….”
During our last garden stroll, I had clearly asked him something.
Even if you heard bad things about me from someone else, don’t blindly believe them—ask me first, I had pleaded.
Sergio had said he would….
‘But in the end, he broke that promise.’
Sergio seemed to recall that promise as well, and his expression darkened further. I added as if I hadn’t noticed.
“The person who did such a thing is the one at fault.”
After that cryptic remark, a brief silence fell, and I called to him in a whisper.
“Brother.”
Sergio looked at me.
“Do you still mean it when you say I’m Cassini?”
“Yes.”
“That will do.”
I finally allowed myself a satisfied smile, though I made sure to season it with just a hint of melancholy.
“Thank you for saying so. I promise I will never do anything to harm Cassini.”
I even leaned in close to whisper the words as a wedge, just in case the oblivious Sergio failed to grasp my meaning.
“I won’t tell anyone.”
It was at that moment Sergio’s expression went pale.
“M-Master.”
The Butler suddenly interjected. Sergio’s expression sharpened in an instant.
“Butler, I’m in the middle of a conversation with Justitia….”
“My apologies, Master. I, well….”
The Butler delivered unexpected news with an awkward expression.
“The, the Archbishop has come to call.”
Sergio’s eyes narrowed sharply.
“Why would the Archbishop come.”
“He says he’s come to escort the Saint, sir….”
Sergio let out an exasperated breath. For once, I shared his sentiment entirely. When did I ever ask him to come pick me up?
“You stay here.”
Why should I? There’s nothing quite as entertaining as watching a good confrontation unfold.
I gave Cassandro a single glance, and he immediately grasped my wheelchair and moved me.
He understood my wishes without a word spoken. Really, there’s no comparison to anyone else.
“Who do you think will win?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Don’t play dumb. Who do you think will win the right to decide my future?”
“You were planning to return anyway, weren’t you?”
“Even so.”
“It’s a strange question. The Saint’s future is for the Saint herself to decide. It’s not something others should determine.”
Well… that’s true. But since Cassandro is a Holy Knight, I naturally assumed he’d support Formoso.
“…Why do you ask that way?”
“I thought you would naturally support the Archbishop, being a Holy Knight.”
“Why would I?”
“Because you’re a Holy Knight of the Grand Cathedral. Arms bend inward, after all.”
Cassandro’s expression became peculiar at those words.
“My allegiance is to the Holy Nation, not to the Scalia Grand Cathedral. And I don’t particularly support anyone.”
“Is that so?”
“The only person I trust and follow is the Saint.”
Those words struck unexpectedly deep, stirring something strange within me. Unsettled by the feeling, I deliberately teased him.
“But I belong to the Scalia Grand Cathedral, just like the Archbishop does.”
“But my mission is to protect the Saint.”
“I almost envy the next Saint you’ll serve. She’ll have such a devoted protector.”
As Cassandro said, the commanders of each nation’s Holy Knight Order belonged to the Holy Nation and rotated their posts every five years.
It was to prevent the Holy Knights, the core of the Barion Faith’s military power, from forming collusive relationships with temples in specific nations.
Cassandro had remained here for several years…
“For now, you are the Saint.”
As I lost myself in thought, Cassandro’s casual remark struck me like a blow. I laughed aloud.
“You certainly have a way with words today, Commander. Thank you for saying that.”
Well, it didn’t matter. While I was here, I would be Cassandro’s Saint.

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