The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 55

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 055
“Oh, my!”
Nora’s eyes widened in surprise. Nora, shouldn’t you turn your head?
That’s when Cassandro seemed to sense a presence and turned. Upon spotting me, he called out urgently.
“Stop! Everyone, straighten your clothes.”
As Nora’s expression grew visibly disappointed, Cassandro approached me as if to block her from view.
“Your Grace.”
“Oh, I seem to have interrupted. I’m sorry.”
“Not at all, it’s fine.”
Cassandro bowed his head.
“I apologize for showing you such an unseemly sight.”
Nora muttered softly beside me, “Unseemly was looking pretty good to me….” I jabbed her in the ribs.
“I baked some bread and thought it would be best eaten while still warm. But if you’re in the middle of training, I’ll just leave it and go.”
“Not at all. I was just about to take a break.”
“Commander, it’s only been an hour since we started….”
The Vice Commander beside him looked at Cassandro with a puzzled expression, then closed his mouth. I felt even more awkward and spoke.
“I probably should have just left it at the Knight Order Building.”
“Since we’ve stopped anyway, it’s best to rest. Allow me to escort you.”
“No, there’s no need to move because of me.”
I tried to give Cassandro the bread first and then distribute it to the other knights. Cassandro stopped me.
“If you place the basket in front, everyone will help themselves and eat.”
“But then there’s no warmth in giving a gift. It’s fine. You’re eating it.”
“Then I should also….”
“No, just eat it.”
Cassandro looked troubled, but I stopped him and went around distributing bread with Nora.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the aroma of butter radiating from the surface.
“Did you really make this yourself, Your Grace?”
“Of course! It’s very delicious. Please eat it before it gets cold.”
Nora, who had tasted it first, answered enthusiastically on my behalf. After distributing everything, I went to Cassandro.
There was nothing in his hands—he’d already finished it. What clearer proof of satisfaction could there be?
“It’s delicious, isn’t it? I really packed in the butter.”
“Yes, it’s been a long time since I’ve had butter.”
“I’ll make it for you often. I love butter too. Though I won’t be able to distribute it to all the knights frequently.”
Cassandro smiled instead of answering. That’s how I successfully completed my task and headed back.
“Wasn’t the bread the Saint gave us earlier really delicious? It’s my first time eating bread with so much butter in it.”
“The Saint is truly a Saint. I didn’t know you were so skilled at cooking.”
I could hear the knights chattering by the stone wall. Well, it seems everyone enjoyed it after all.
I was about to continue walking with satisfaction.
“But I think the Commander didn’t enjoy it. He doesn’t like anything greasy or rich, does he?”
What?
“Well, you do have the tastes of a monk, after all.”
“Right. Did he leave some behind? Should I ask him once if he didn’t eat it all?”
“Ah, but it was given by the Saint, so he must have eaten every bit, even if it was forced.”
“That’s probably true, isn’t it?”
“And since the Saint gave it to him, why would he give it to you?”
With that, the knights’ voices faded into the distance. I felt Nora glancing at me cautiously.
He didn’t really force himself to eat it, did he? If I’d known this would happen, I should have used the lie detector back then.
I never imagined my bread of conviction wouldn’t suit his palate.
“I definitely need a chance to make amends.”
The next day, I baked a simple ciabatta bread and visited the Knight Order Building again.
While waiting in the Reception Room, Cassandro approached with quick steps. Upon seeing the bread basket on the table, his expression turned puzzled.
“Have you brought something for the Knight Order again today?”
“No, today it’s only for you.”
I handed the ciabatta bread to him as he sat down.
“Try it. I’m not sure if it will suit your taste.”
“It’s delicious.”
Cassandro took a bite without hesitation, and a faint smile formed at the corners of his mouth.
“Have you suddenly taken an interest in baking?”
“Not exactly. It’s just that yesterday, I seemed to have failed to satisfy someone.”
Cassandro’s expression showed he didn’t understand my meaning.
“I happened to find out that you don’t like rich, heavy flavors?”
“Ah….”
Only then did Cassandro seem to grasp the situation. I continued speaking to him, whose expression had become awkward.
“You didn’t need to lie and say it was delicious. Not liking the taste doesn’t mean my bread is bad. I’m sorry for forcing you to eat it.”
“I didn’t lie. I didn’t force myself to eat it either. I ate it all because it actually tasted good.”
“Then was what you ate yesterday better than this bread?”
Cassandro’s expression became troubled at that moment. He finally moved his lips and confessed.
“…This bread suits my palate better.”
“Ah, so I really have corrupted you after all.”
As I sighed playfully, Cassandro’s expression became even more flustered. I was about to laugh and tell him it was a joke when—
“…It was a well-intentioned lie.”
Cassandro spoke with a light sigh.
“Showing someone everything in your heart doesn’t always bring good results.”
“So you told well-intentioned lies often?”
“Not often, but….”
“How many times have you lied to me?”
“No. This is truly the first time…!”
Cassandro insisted on his innocence, even blushing slightly—a rare occurrence—but quickly composed himself upon seeing my expression.
“You were teasing me again.”
“Again? I don’t tease you that often, do I?”
“You do that often.”
“I do not.”
I protested indignantly, then paused—wondering if perhaps I was wrong.
Come to think of it, the only people around me who would tease me were Nora and Cassandro.
“Understood. I won’t tease you anymore.”
“As I’ve mentioned before, you’re welcome to tease me.”
“So you enjoy being teased?”
Cassandro’s expression faltered for a moment, uncertain whether my question was itself a jest or sincere. I laughed and apologized.
“I’m sorry.”
“No one truly enjoys being teased, I suppose.”
Cassandro gazed at me quietly before breaking into a soft smile.
“I find it pleasant to see the Saint in good spirits. It feels like my very purpose.”
“….”
In every way, he was a stark contrast to Alfonso.
The real Justitia would never tease anyone, but Alfonso would openly show displeasure and embarrass his counterpart.
‘Justitia, a good man is one who cherishes your joy like this.’
With each passing day, I grew more dismayed at Justitia’s taste in men.
Though perhaps her affection for Alfonso stemmed merely from obligation, given their betrothal.
Thinking of it that way, I wondered if I should break off the engagement for Justitia’s happiness before I departed.
“I’m not certain I deserve such a precious gift.”
Cassandro said this while taking another bite. Fortunately, this one clearly suited his palate.
“It’s my thanks for the earrings. I’m embarrassed it’s so small.”
“It’s not small at all.”
Cassandro shook his head firmly.
“Who would have the fortune to eat bread made by the Saint’s own hands—twice, no less?”
“I’ll let you eat it three times.”
I was boasting playfully when Nora approached me.
“Um, Saint….”
“What is it?”
“The King has come to see you.”
That was unexpected. Why had Alfonso come all this way?
“He went to find you first, but was told you were here, so he came.”
“I’ll excuse myself.”
Before Cassandro could even stand, Alfonso entered the Reception Room.
Cassandro bowed respectfully to the King, who glanced at him dismissively before his gaze shifted to the bread on the table.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Novels. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————