The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 89

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 089
‘A Demon Worshipper?’
A hollow laugh escaped me. So that’s why she repelled the holy power. So she wasn’t a true saint after all.
‘But how could someone claiming to be a saint defect to become a Demon Worshipper?’
Had she lost her faith in God after suffering so much while wandering as a vagrant?
—Knock, knock.
At that moment, I heard a knock at the door. I returned the mask to its original place and sat back at the table.
The door opened, and Lumiel appeared with a radiant smile on her face.
“Saint, it’s been such a long time since we’ve met. You’ve lost quite a bit of weight. It seems the Archbishop has been keeping you busy.”
“Yes, I’ve had quite a lot of work. Lumiel, I trust all has been well with you?”
Now that I knew the woman before me wasn’t a true saint, I found myself reluctant to even call her that in my lies.
“The Cassini Mansion has been safe and sound. I understand you stepped away at the Archbishop’s request?”
As I nodded, Lumiel’s smile grew even brighter.
“Have you made the decision to return to the Grand Cathedral?”
“No. That matter is unrelated.”
Lumiel’s expression became noticeably disappointed.
“I believe there is only one true saint of Scalia, and that is you, Justitia.”
That much was true. I nodded inwardly, but Lumiel changed the subject.
“Oh, while you were away, an invitation arrived from Polia. She says she’ll be hosting another tea party soon.”
“Yes, I’ve heard about it.”
It was mentioned in the letter Nora brought as thanks for the macarons. Lumiel’s expression became peculiar.
“It seems the two of you have become quite close.”
“It’s thanks to what happened at the Follia Mansion that day. In a way, I suppose I have you to thank for it as well.”
“Haha.”
Lumiel laughed prettily, then fidgeted with the handle of her teacup.
“Come to think of it, it’s strange. These days, it seems as though the Saint has suddenly become a different person. As if you’ve been resurrected from the dead.”
Lumiel, who had been murmuring, soon shook her head.
“No, that’s not it. Because the Saint is still as kind and righteous as ever.”
If Justitia were truly kind and righteous, she would agonize before exposing Lumiel as a Demon Worshipper.
‘…Did she leave that mask in plain sight on purpose for me to see?’
So that I would accuse her of framing me? But how could she know whether I’m aware of that mask or not?
It’s a scheme that couldn’t be pulled off unless she knew I’d been kidnapped to the Demon Temple.
‘No, that’s not it. According to Formoso’s original plan, I could see the mask at the temple using my shared vision ability.’
This thought led to the hypothesis that the Demon Cult deliberately orchestrated the serial kidnappings to trap me.
Though I’m not sure how deeply Lumiel is involved in all of this.
‘What on earth are you trying to accomplish, Lumiel?’
Simply to bring me down? Isn’t that too big a gamble for that?
Knowing what punishment awaits a Demon Worshipper if exposed in Scalia?
“The master has returned, Miss.”
As I was lost in confusion, Lumiel’s maid entered and delivered the news.
Lumiel rose from her seat with a radiant smile.
“Let’s go greet our brother, Saint.”
She beamed at me with such affection, grasping my hand and pulling me outside.
I was helplessly dragged along until I locked eyes with Sergio as he entered the living room.
Upon seeing me holding Lumiel’s hand, his gaze flickered for a moment before settling into a smile.
It was a serene, satisfied smile—one that seemed pleased with the sight before him.
“Brother, you’re home? The Saint has returned.”
“Yes, I’m back.”
His smile deepened in my presence. But then Sergio’s brow furrowed.
“You’ve lost too much weight.”
“I’ve been quite busy with work.”
“How much has the Archbishop been working you? You’ve wasted away in just a few days.”
His concerned tone felt oddly unfamiliar, yet Sergio naturally brought the back of his hand to my cheek without any hesitation.
I flinched and looked up at him, but he seemed to find nothing strange about it. When had we become so close?
“Nothing troubling happened, did it?”
His expression was stern despite his gentle tone, so I simply nodded dismissively and took a step back.
As my hand naturally slipped from his, Sergio’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Is there perhaps something you can’t tell me about?”
“There’s nothing like that.”
I shook my head and lied, and Sergio’s expression grew suspicious.
Returning to my room to rest, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
“Did I disturb your rest?”
It was Sergio. Upon seeing me rise from the bed, he hesitated briefly before asking.
I shook my head and stood up.
“It’s fine. What is it?”
“No, I think I was mistaken. Perhaps another time….”
Why would he leave after coming all this way? And he says he’ll come again?
Frustrated, I grabbed Sergio’s arm, and he flinched, turning back to face me.
“Just stay. What is it?”
“…You.”
Sergio hesitated before opening his mouth.
“You asked me to suggest a comfortable schedule. I’m free starting tomorrow….”
I wondered what he meant before belatedly remembering our date.
Right, we did agree to do that.
“Shall we go tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
Sergio looked flustered, apparently thinking it was too soon.
“The day after tomorrow works too. Or the day after that….”
“No, tomorrow is fine. But you just arrived today, so you must be tired.”
“I’m not tired. Spending time with my brother—how could that ever be tiring?”
I offered Sergio a faint smile, and his gaze wavered slightly before he looked away.
“…You certainly know how to say such things.”
Ha, even I find it a bit embarrassing to think about. But watching that gauge rise made all my regrets vanish instantly.
“So we’re going out together tomorrow? Oh, I’m so excited.”
I’d actually planned to rest tomorrow, but I could push through my assignments and take a proper break afterward.
“…Excited about what. It’s just a simple outing.”
Sergio exhaled softly and took a step back.
“Then rest.”
“See you tomorrow, brother.”
I waved goodbye to him and lay back down on my bed.
This worked out perfectly. Tomorrow during our outing, I’d have to ask Sergio about Lumiel’s disappearance.
“My goodness, you’re really going out with the Duke?”
Meanwhile, Nora appeared absolutely astonished by this development.
“Congratulations, Miss. This is what you’ve always dreamed of, isn’t it?”
Hearing those words, I burst into laughter before I could help myself. Nora looked at me in bewilderment.
“Miss?”
“Oh, sorry. It’s just….”
It was too funny.
I’d seen what Sergio Cassini became after Justitia’s death. For that man, his true sister had always been only Lumiel.
He watched without flinching as Justitia burned at the stake, yet he went mad when Lumiel vanished.
And now that man had suddenly changed, granting Justitia precious time together.
‘How irritating.’
If I were to disappear in an instant again, would he simply conclude that his true sister was only ever Lumiel anyway, with no real impact?
‘Then for there to be an impact….’
Perhaps the only way was to truly claim the place of his real sister.

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The next day, Nora carefully dressed me up, saying I should enjoy this first date with my brother.
‘No matter what, isn’t a pale pink dress a bit much?’
Feeling somewhat self-conscious about being overdressed, I descended the staircase, only to find Sergio standing in the parlor. He noticed my presence and looked up at me.
‘…Why does he look even more radiant today?’
He was even more striking. Anyone seeing him would think he was heading to a grand ball.

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