The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 59

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 059
Alfonso, Sergio, and Lumiel sat around a large rectangular dining table in the Dining Hall.
The periodic meal that had been arranged at Lumiel’s request was quieter than usual.
Yet only Lumiel seemed to notice this. The other two men were already completely absorbed in their own worlds.
Sergio in particular had seemed like a man with a screw loose ever since Justitia left the Cassini Mansion.
He frequently wore a vacant expression, and even when Lumiel called to him, he couldn’t respond promptly.
And Lumiel had noticed that the way her brother looked at her had become somewhat unfamiliar as well.
It was probably because of that carnation incident.
“Cassini Duke.”
That was when Alfonso finally spoke. Sergio failed to respond this time as well, so Lumiel had to gently take his hand.
“Your younger sister… I mean, Justitia.”
But I couldn’t fathom why Alfonso was acting this way.
Ah, right. That evening when I had dinner with Justitia at the Cassini Mansion last time.
Could it be the effect of the rumors I had mentioned then? Now that I thought about it, it seemed like he had been keeping his distance from me since that day.
How ridiculous. I had clearly said they were baseless rumors. Perhaps Justitia had tattled that they weren’t true.
‘That’s probably why he’s been subtly probing me about what happened at the Follia Mansion ever since.’
If Alfonso had believed his fiancée’s words more, I would have felt uncomfortable. He would only remember my childhood when I was merely good and innocent.
He would have thought I was as easy to handle as Justitia.
‘Alfonso Scalia trusts Justitia Cassini….’
That fact felt rather admirable, and Lumiel was smiling to herself about it.
“What sort of personality do you think Justitia has?”
At Alfonso’s sudden question, Sergio replied expressionlessly.
“You haven’t just been seeing Justitia for a day or two, have you?”
“That’s true, but.”
Alfonso fell silent for a moment before continuing.
“I’m starting to think I may have been seeing her wrong all this time. Somehow… I used to think she was simply naive.”
But such words only confused Lumiel further.
Because until now, Alfonso had only viewed Justitia as a rigid and overly virtuous woman.
Now he spoke as though he no longer thought that was the case.
In fact, Lumiel felt the same way. So she asked with interest.
“When did you start thinking that way?”
Alfonso looked at her for a moment, then licked his lips.
“…Not long ago.”
“The Saint has been acting a bit strange lately.”
Lumiel added with a sigh.
“So I feel a bit guilty about it too.”
“What are you talking about? Why would you?”
Sergio reacted immediately. Lumiel spoke in a darkened tone.
“I wonder if it’s because of my appearance that she’s become that way.”
Lumiel’s sorrowful gaze deepened.
“I know. I’m aware that my appearance made you feel threatened, Your Holiness. And why wouldn’t it? Originally, that position was….”
Lumiel smiled without realizing it.
“In any case, it’s his now, yet you still seem to think I’ll take it from him.”
“Well, that’s possible.”
That would explain it, Alfonso muttered to himself.
Lumiel was about to ask what he meant by that.
“But there’s no need to feel guilty about it, Lumiel. You’re saying something ridiculous.”
“However….”
At Sergio’s serious interjection, Lumiel let out a dark murmur.
“Because I think Her Holiness might hate me, I can’t help but have such thoughts.”
“She said she likes you instead.”
Sergio countered, at a loss for words.
“Justitia did.”
“Of course she would say that in front of my brother.”
As Lumiel offered a slightly uncomfortable smile, Sergio stared at her and asked.
“What about you.”
“Me?”
“Have you ever disliked Justitia?”
Then, realizing this was an inappropriate topic to bring up in such a place, he hastily stopped himself.
“My apologies, Your Majesty. I’ve broached an unnecessary subject.”
“No, well… it’s fine.”
Alfonso actually looked somewhat regretful, as if he had wanted to hear Lumiel’s answer.
“Do you have no intention of marrying, Duke?”
At Alfonso’s sudden change of subject, Sergio’s brow furrowed.
“Are you redirecting the nobles’ marriage pressure from yourself to me, Your Majesty?”
Recently, the nobility had been intensifying their demands for Alfonso’s marriage.
Despite having a fiancée and having come of age, he continued to delay.
Sergio should have pressed him on that point, but he did not. Instead, he faithfully answered only Alfonso’s question.
“No, I don’t. Not for the time being.”
“And you’re getting older.”
“That’s hardly something for someone older than me to say.”
“I’ve made a decision anyway.”
At those words, Sergio’s fists unconsciously tightened.
“I should marry. I can’t keep putting it off forever.”
“Are you serious?”
Lumiel asked quietly. Alfonso turned to her a beat late and nodded.
“Of course, Lumi. You’ll congratulate me, won’t you?”
“Of course. How could I not, when my brother-like figure is getting married.”
Lumiel showed no sign of regret. Her demeanor confused Alfonso.
He had thought she might still have her heart set on her original position….
“I do hope you choose an auspicious date.”
“Of course.”
After a few more pleasantries were exchanged, the gathering came to an end.
On the way back to the carriage, Lumiel glanced at Sergio, who remained lost in thought, and spoke to him.
“Is something troubling you?”
“…What do you mean?”
“The Saint’s marriage.”
Sergio looked at Lumiel.
“Why would you ask such a thing…?”
“She was your sister in your arms for so long—it’s only natural to feel unsettled about her marrying. You’ll feel the same way when I marry, won’t you?”
“…I suppose that’s true.”
“About those carnations from before.”
Lumiel quietly changed the subject. Since that day, she had never brought it up again, so Sergio flinched and looked at her.
“I was curious. Why did you keep carnations in one pocket and delphiniums in the other…?”
“…How did you know that?”
Well, the only place Justitia could have obtained flowers at that time was the garden of Cassini Mansion.
Sergio had said he would find the culprit and punish them, then never brought up the matter again.
Lumiel realized she had fallen into her own trap. Shamefully, her heart had been in too much of a hurry lately.
But it was only natural for people to make mistakes.
“Brother.”
Lumiel spoke to Sergio with a sad smile.
“I’m fine. Please don’t tell the Saint that I know. I’ll keep silent as well.”
“…”
“If I do well… if I simply live quietly, perhaps one day she will come to understand my true feelings.”
Sergio’s expression grew troubled. His heart must be in quite a torment by now. I felt sorry for him.
It didn’t matter who Alfonso married. But Sergio was different.
For him, there existed only Justitia and Lumiel. In that exclusive relationship, only one could truly exist.
“The Saint is a good person, and I care for her.”
And that could only naturally be Lumiel Cassini.

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