The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 73

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 073
“Even so, that hardly gives Your Majesty reason to marry me. Marriage isn’t something to be decided that way.”
“You’re right, I was being too romantic about it.”
Alfonso twisted his lips and asked.
“Is it like back then? When you barged into my bedroom without warning and caused that scandal?”
“Ah.”
I quickly grasped what he was referring to.
“You said I was trying to gain the upper hand before marriage.”
It had been absurd then, but it was even more so now.
Every power Justitia could wield as queen, she already possessed as a saint.
Yet you’ve done nothing but suspect me from beginning to end.
“Looking back, Your Majesty has always doubted me.”
“Suspicion is my curse. You’re no exception.”
“You should take a woman as your companion whom you needn’t doubt, Your Majesty.”
I smiled and shook my head.
“How exhausting to spend a lifetime suspecting someone. Please don’t.”
“So.”
This time Alfonso’s expression turned incredulous.
“Are you actually saying you want to break the engagement?”
“Well…”
“No, that can’t be it. There must have been some problem at the Temple. Yes, you’re in conflict with the Archbishop.”
Alfonso cut me off and muttered to himself. His imagination really was quite vivid.
I watched to see how far his flights of fancy would carry him, when he clapped his hands and looked up.
“You must have been disappointed that I didn’t see through it sooner.”
“Not disappointed at all. You’ve simply been barking up the wrong tree.”
I smiled as I corrected his misunderstanding.
The confident expression on his face cracked as he realized he’d gotten it wrong.
“The position of saint originally belonged to Lumiel. I’m simply stepping aside. As for the engagement…”
I paused before continuing.
“If the saint changes, then naturally the engagement should as well. Wasn’t what Your Majesty wanted a queen who was formerly a saint?”
Surely he didn’t think I wouldn’t understand that. Alfonso looked rather confused.
“So you have to hold onto the position of saint no matter what.”
Ah, is that the source of your confusion? How simple—change just one premise and there would be no confusion at all.
‘I’d rather not marry you than keep the glory of being saint and queen.’
He seemed incapable of even considering that, or perhaps unwilling to.
“…Fine, whatever. Alright then. So what do you want? What’s the point of all this?”
I considered simply telling him it was a broken engagement, but that might backfire.
This man had never been rejected by anyone in his entire life…
‘You’re the first woman to ever reject me!’
…or something equally dramatic might occur.
No, that’s not it. This man values his power above all else. So I need to exploit that.
“All I desire is Your Majesty’s reign. Lumiel is far more suited to the position of queen than I am.”
“Have you forgotten? You accepted my proposal, and we’re in the midst of wedding preparations.”
“Fortunately, nothing substantial has begun yet….”
“You want me to simply swap out the bride?”
“You’ve considered it yourself, haven’t you?”
As I pointed this out flatly, Alfonso flinched as though struck. Then he fell silent for a long moment.
“Ah.”
He let out a hollow laugh like a man possessed, running his fingers through his hair in agitation.
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I thought I understood you so well….”
Lately you keep confusing me, he muttered, and it was then that Alfonso’s eyes suddenly gleamed.
“But now that you’re acting like this.”
He slowly lowered his hand from his face and looked at me. A sinister premonition crept over me.
“I find myself thinking I can’t simply let you go.”
Damn it.
“Fine, well… alright. I understand that you’re scheming something in that small head of yours.”
Alfonso spoke in a considerably gentler tone.
“You need to break off our engagement for it. That’s why you revealed your true self to me after seven years and even abandoned your cherished position as a saint.”
He was half right. I exhaled slowly.
“I wonder what your plan is… but I doubt you’ll tell me.”
His teeth gleamed unnecessarily white as he smiled with sparkling eyes.
“Then I can’t let you go, Justitia.”
And with that, Alfonso drove home his shocking declaration.
“There will be no broken engagement, my love. We were lovers for seven years—you can’t expect me to simply part ways and find another woman. That’s far too cruel, isn’t it?”
Alfonso, who had regained his composure, pointed at me as he spoke.
“Besides, you’re still a Cassini Noblewoman. There’s absolutely no problem.”
…He intends to maintain our engagement? Why on earth?
This was the perfect opportunity to legally end his engagement with Justitia and marry Lumiel properly!
‘What is he thinking if I refuse to return as a saint? This isn’t like Alfonso at all.’
Because I had believed Alfonso had no reason to refuse the broken engagement, I suddenly felt a headache coming on. Should I ask Sergio to disown me?
“It works out well for everyone. Once you marry, you’ll need to focus on your role as queen, and from the Temple’s perspective, establishing a new saint would be beneficial.”
“What good would it do me to break the engagement with Your Majesty? I made this decision truly for your sake.”
I attempted to persuade him with a gentle voice.
“Please think it over more carefully before deciding….”
“I’m being perfectly rational right now.”
Then, after a brief silence, he glanced at me sideways and smirked.
“May I kiss you?”
This lunatic. Unable to maintain my composure, I stared at him, and Alfonso laughed brightly before pressing his lips to my forehead.
I looked up at him expressionlessly and pointed out:
“That’s rather sudden. You haven’t touched even a hair on my head until now.”
“Well, I was protecting the Saint in case she got frightened and collapsed.”
“So it’s fine if I collapse now?”
“Because I’ve learned you’re not as delicate as I thought.”
Alfonso’s lips curved upward in a long smile.
“Actually, I’m curious. What would happen if I did things properly.”
“….”
“Don’t make that frightened expression. It’s not becoming.”
A hollow laugh escaped me. Alfonso laughed along before speaking.
“Don’t worry. Now that I think about it, this rare experience might be better saved for the wedding. I should show the guests just how much we love each other.”
Then he kissed my forehead once more.
“Well, I’ll be going, Justitia. You must be busy with the sudden move. Let’s postpone the date for next time.”
“A date?”
“We tried to go last time but couldn’t. The Cassini Noblewoman suddenly had that carriage accident. Don’t you remember?”
No, I remember that. What I also remember is that I never agreed to go on a date.
I was about to correct him precisely, but he must have sensed it and left immediately.
“Sigh….”
Breaking off my engagement with Alfonso suddenly became the most urgent matter. In truth, there isn’t a lack of quick and certain methods.
‘If I were to see another man, it would be resolved….’
The obstacle is that I’ve come to care for Justitia far more than when I first arrived here.
‘There would certainly be rumors of infidelity, but I can’t inflict such dishonor on this virtuous woman, even if I don’t care.’
So that’s out of the question. The problem was that I had no other method to rid myself of Alfonso.
An unexpected savior appeared that very evening. Sergio summoned me to the Dining Hall.
‘Is it because he didn’t call me for meals yesterday?’
But when I arrived, Lumiel was nowhere to be found.
“Where is the Saint?”
Sergio didn’t understand at first, then opened his mouth after a moment.
“Lumiel is in her room. She seems to be unwell.”
“I see.”
Anyone watching would think I was deeply grieved at having yielded the Saint’s position.
I understand she wants to appear as a pitiful angel, but isn’t this a bit much?
“I should go check on her later.”
“There’s no need. The physician has already visited.”
“But I’m here, so why not…. Brother, if there’s anywhere you’re not feeling well, tell me.”
And as if she’d almost forgotten, she added:
“Of course, I know you’re not fond of Holy Healing. But as you saw last time, it’s quite effective.”
“…Yes.”
His voice was quiet, as if it were merely a formality.
And as the meal began, there was a moment when only the sound of cutlery clinking against plates could be heard.
“I hear the King visited.”
At the topic Sergio brought up, I nearly let out an involuntary sigh.
“Are you asking me to break the engagement?”
“No.”
I shook my head while wiping my lips with a napkin.
“You wish to maintain the betrothal.”
“How convenient.”
“…Not at all. It’s only right that His Majesty marry a new Saint.”
Sergio seemed unable to comprehend my answer.
“You loved the King.”
“Love means wishing for the other person to become better and find happiness.”
At my words, he fell silent in thought before suddenly asking something unexpected.
“Is there perhaps another man you’ve taken into your heart?”

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