The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 65

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 065
‘He really does love roses.’
Even after the scandal broke last time, he brought me a bouquet of roses.
“My goodness, Your Majesty.”
I turned to look at him with an expression of feigned surprise. Alfonso approached me with a mysterious smile playing at his lips.
“What brings you here?”
“I thought you must be exhausted.”
Alfonso took my hand and pressed his lips to it, gazing up at me.
“You were doing wonderfully.”
“Thank you so much.”
But what was he doing here of all places? It couldn’t be mere encouragement.
“Oh my, since Your Majesty has arrived, we should take our leave.”
Clarissa quickly rose to her feet. She gave me a discreet wink, but I couldn’t very well ask her to stay.
“Have a wonderful time, Saint. Thank you for inviting us to today’s event.”
“Please, think nothing of it, Lady Polia. You all worked so hard. Safe travels home.”
And so they all departed. I was surprised that even Lumiel left without a backward glance.
‘Just like when he proposed recently… Has Lumiel’s heart turned toward Alfonso?’
Then was her desire for the Saint’s position merely greed? But if that were true, why was she in Alfonso’s bedroom back then…?
“Justitia.”
Alfonso’s low voice suddenly pierced my ears.
When I turned my head, I caught sight of an expression that seemed somewhat displeased.
“Do you have a lover or something?”
“Pardon?”
“I’m right here, yet you’ve been staring at those ladies’ backs for far too long.”
“Ah…”
It wasn’t jealousy—was he upset that I was ignoring him?
I laughed awkwardly and tried to placate him.
“My apologies. I wanted to make sure they departed safely.”
“They came with a whole retinue of servants. What could you possibly be worried about?”
Besides, Alfonso didn’t seem particularly interested in Lumiel either.
Well, from the start he’d only ever viewed them both as queen consort candidates, so it wasn’t strange.
“Thank you for coming. To be honest, I was quite exhausted, but seeing you has given me strength.”
Alfonso laughed, fully aware it was a lie.
I found this embarrassing, but what could I do?
“No matter how exhausted you are, you’d have energy for a date with me. You’re that kind of woman, aren’t you?”
My eyes widened at his unexpected words.
“Did you come here to go on a date with me?”
“Among other things—to offer encouragement as well.”
“Then you could have appeared a bit earlier.”
“You’re the star of today’s show. I couldn’t very well steal the spotlight, could I?”
I was silently smiling at his unexpectedly tender consideration when Alfonso studied me carefully and picked a quarrel.
“You don’t seem very pleased.”
“What do you mean, Your Majesty?”
What is this? Did he decide to torment me this way? To make me pay the price for deceiving him for seven years?
Perhaps his proposal was born of vengeance. After all, there were far more ways to make Queen Justitia suffer.
‘I won’t let that happen.’
I would make sure to end this engagement cleanly before I left. I lifted the corners of my mouth and spoke.
“Your Majesty, I’m so grateful and happy right now. I truly didn’t expect you to come.”
“Really?”
Alfonso tilted his head with an identical smile.
“Then I should do one more thing. Something that would make you happy and grateful.”
With that, Alfonso suddenly cupped my cheek. As I flinched at the sudden contact, he leaned his head toward me.
Ah, wait. Could this be…?
“Y-Your Holiness!”
A sharp cry suddenly pierced between us.
Alfonso’s expression soured considerably, and he exhaled a long sigh before pulling away.
“What is it?”
“I-I apologize. It’s that…”
Then came the flustered news.
“The Cassini Noblewoman has been in a carriage accident and fallen into critical condition. She’s being transported to the Grand Cathedral for divine healing right now.”
“But the Archbishop is currently absent…”
Nora interjected beside me with an anxious voice. That’s right, he mentioned having external duties this afternoon.
“The Archbishop has heard the news and is returning urgently. However, as you know, it will take time for him to arrive…”
If that’s the case…
Everyone’s gaze turned toward me. Ah, damn it. So I’m the only one who can provide emergency treatment?
‘I’m not particularly enthusiastic about this.’
Lumiel needs to stay alive so I can hand over the position of Saint. I spoke with a solemn expression.
“I’ll depart immediately.”
Then I caught sight of Alfonso’s furrowed brow. Ah, how do I handle this obstacle?
“I apologize, Your Majesty. The situation is urgent… Will you come with me?”
“I’d only be in the way.”
Alfonso shook his head. He wasn’t wrong, but…
He was being so objectively rational that I felt wounded myself. Still, he was my childhood friend—doesn’t he worry at all?
“Go quickly.”
Alfonso pushed me forward, and I hurried to the carriage.
As we traveled, I questioned the Priest who came to brief me in detail.
“But if there was a carriage accident, the other party must have been injured too. What happened to them?”
“Apparently, the Cassini Noblewoman’s carriage was struck from the side while stopped briefly, and the other carriage fled the scene. We’re currently in pursuit.”
A hit-and-run? On a Duke’s carriage? I had a bad feeling about this.
“Let’s hope nothing serious comes of this.”
Before long, the carriage arrived at the Cathedral. I hurried to the Treatment Room and found Lumiel lying motionless as if dead.
Priests and medical staff bustled about her, while Sergio stood to one side with his head bowed, cradling his face in his hands.
“Brother.”
At the sound of my voice, Sergio lifted his head with a vacant expression. The shock had drained the color from his face, and he rushed toward me, seizing my hands.
“Please save her, Justitia. My sister… Lumiel…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can.”
I moved swiftly to Lumiel’s side and grasped her cold hand. A brilliant white light flowed through our joined hands and into her body.
I watched as torn wounds sealed themselves and flesh filled in. Those around us gasped in wonder, but an inexplicable unease settled over me.
‘Something feels strange—as if the holy power is being repelled…’
It felt as though my strength wasn’t taking full effect. I tried to sharpen my senses further when—
“The Archbishop has arrived!”
Formoso entered the treatment room. I immediately yielded my place to him.
As Formoso took Lumiel’s hand, a far more radiant light poured into her body.
“Ugh…”
Lumiel furrowed her brow in distress. Sergio asked urgently.
“Is she waking up?”
“It’s too early to say. She may simply be experiencing pain during the treatment.”
Formoso replied calmly and continued his work.
Beads of sweat formed at his temples, and everyone watching had fallen so silent they barely breathed.
“The critical phase has passed.”
At some point, Formoso released the hand he’d been holding. He wiped his brow with a handkerchief and exhaled deeply.
“I’ve done all I can. She should wake once she’s had time to rest. It shouldn’t take long, so please don’t worry too much.”
“Ah, thank you, Archbishop. Truly…”
Sergio grasped Formoso’s hand firmly, his pallid face etched with gratitude.
‘It’s fortunate she’ll be all right, but…’
That sensation of holy power being repelled still nagged at me.
In all my years of healing countless people, I’d never experienced anything like it…
‘I should ask Formoso later if he felt the same thing.’
I quietly stepped outside to wait for him. When he emerged a moment later, he looked slightly surprised to see me.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“Yes, I had something I wanted to ask. But if you’re tired…”
“Not at all. I’m fine, so please speak freely.”
I paused briefly before asking.
“Did you notice anything unusual when treating the Cassini Noblewoman, Archbishop?”
At my question, Formoso fixed me with a steady gaze and asked.
“Anything unusual?”
“It felt like the holy power was being repelled. Did you experience anything like that?”
“Hmm, I didn’t notice anything in particular, but…”
Formoso seemed to be thinking, then murmured thoughtfully.
“There are occasionally heretics who reject holy power. They harbor resentment toward the gifts bestowed by God.”
“Someone with holy power couldn’t possibly be a heretic….”
I couldn’t fathom why I suddenly felt compelled to verify Formoso’s words in that moment.
‘…I used the detector once already.’
Was this question worth surrendering 1% of my gauge?
I deliberated briefly before deciding to use it. A mere 1% could be replenished in a day.
“So, Archbishop, you’re saying you detected nothing unusual when treating the Cassini Noblewoman?”
Formoso nodded, though confusion flickered across his face.
“That is correct.”
[That is a lie]
…Goodness, what would I have done without using the detector?

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