The Saintess Is Too Good at Lying - Chapter 90

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The Saint Is Such a Good Liar! Episode 090
“You look particularly splendid today, brother.”
At my subtle observation, Sergio’s brow furrowed slightly.
It was impossible to tell whether he approved or disapproved.
“You dressed up like this just to go out with me?”
“I didn’t do anything special.”
Oh please. Ask any stranger passing by—he’s clearly preened himself like a peacock in full display, yet here he is denying it.
“I maintain this level of courtesy regardless of my companion.”
“Even when you go out with Lumiel?”
“Why are you suddenly bringing her up?”
Sergio’s eyes twitched, and he extended his hand toward me.
“Enough idle chatter. Let’s depart now. We’ll be late.”
“Did you make a reservation somewhere? A restaurant?”
“We’ll be late for the theater performance.”
With that, he took my hand directly and led me outside. I was practically dragged into the carriage.
“We’re going to see a play?”
“Didn’t I suggest we go on a date?”
I’d simply imagined we’d have dinner and take a leisurely stroll through the streets before returning.
I was surprised that Sergio seemed to be approaching this far more seriously.
“I heard it’s a theatrical adaptation of a popular romance novel lately. Young ladies enjoy such things, don’t they?”
“You’re remarkably well-informed. You’re quite skilled at planning dates too…”
Conviction struck me belatedly.
“So you must be courting someone, aren’t you?”
“What?”
“Otherwise, there’s no way you’d know all this.”
“You… sigh, I simply asked my subordinates.”
“There’s no need to sigh over it. You’re of marriageable age, after all.”
“Let’s not discuss that. Besides, you’re just as much of marriageable age as I am.”
Suddenly the arrow turned toward me. I naturally fell silent.
Upon arriving at the Theater, we were guided to the VIP seating. The structure allowed for viewing from a private room.
“We hope you enjoy the performance.”
With refreshments and tea prepared, I felt as though I’d stepped into an actual cinema.
The play was a Cinderella story—predictable, yet all the more entertaining for it. I began without great expectations but gradually found myself drawn into the performance.
‘Wow, the actors are truly talented…’
I was fumbling for sweets with my fingers, my gaze fixed on the stage.
Suddenly, something long and soft brushed against me.
It wasn’t the texture I’d expected, so I reflexively turned my head, only to find Sergio looking at me with a flustered expression.
“Oh, my apologies.”
I calmly offered my apology and returned to eating my sweets.
Yet I could feel Sergio’s gaze continuing to linger upon me.
‘Is he going to keep holding this one mistake over my head? How petty.’
It was an opportunity for me, at least. When the intermission came, I could apologize to him with a lie.
“I’m sorry.”
As the curtain fell and Sergio rose from his seat, I offered my apology. He narrowed his brows, studying me intently.
“For what?”
“For the mistake I made earlier with the pastry house. You seemed quite displeased.”
“…Me?”
Sergio looked momentarily flustered before feigning ignorance. His pretense only made me more exasperated.
“You kept staring at me. Wasn’t it because my mistake upset you?”
“…That’s not—”
Sergio bit his lip slightly, then lowered his head.
“No, it’s not that. You misunderstood.”
“Then why were you looking at me so much earlier…?”
“I found it fascinating how intently you watched the play.”
Sergio’s lips curved into a slight smile as he spoke.
“You seemed so absorbed that you didn’t even notice anyone beside you. It must have been quite entertaining.”
“No… Everyone focuses like that when watching a play. Unless they’re on a date with their lover.”
“Why is that an exception?”
“Because your lover becomes more distracting than the play itself. Isn’t that how it is for you?”
Sergio remained silent for a long moment before answering.
“…I suppose it is for me too.”
“Exactly.”
Wait, what kind of conversation was this? As I spoke, something felt off, so I quickly steered the topic back to safer ground.
“Anyway, it was enjoyable. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a play like this.”
Since arriving here, this was my first real taste of cultural refinement. Though I never expected to experience it with Sergio.
“Do you come to places like this often with Lumiel?”
“No.”
“Why not? I’m sure Lumiel would enjoy it.”
“She’s busy with her own affairs. She needs to adapt to High Society, even if it’s late.”
“Brother, I have something I’d like to ask you.”
There were no people around, and the conversation had naturally turned to Lumiel. This seemed like the right moment to broach the subject.
“Do you happen to know how Lumiel managed while she was away from the Cassini Mansion?”
“…Why are you suddenly asking that?”
“Well, I suspect there were people who took care of Lumiel during that time. I’d like to find them and express my gratitude, but Lumiel refuses to discuss it at all.”
Lumiel had explained that she’d lived without her memories, then suddenly recovered everything and returned to the Cassini Mansion.
If the missing Lumiel had been taken in by Demon Worshippers and turned to their cause, and if Sergio were to learn of it—
‘Even as a beloved sister, it would be difficult for him to protect her.’
Personal disappointment aside, demon worship was a capital crime in a Barion Faith nation like Scalia.
‘If there really are Demon Worshippers behind Lumiel, I might be able to uncover the full truth of this kidnapping incident.’
The Temple would investigate, of course, but there was no harm in leveraging Sergio’s influence as well.
Sergio paused thoughtfully at my words before speaking.
“I asked her about it once myself, but she just said she grew up in the Orphanage. She seemed reluctant to elaborate, so I didn’t press further.”
“Could it be that she suffered abuse?”
Sergio’s brow furrowed instantly.
This hypothesis wasn’t unreasonable. If a devout girl who was once a saint could fall so far as to become a Demon Worshipper…
“I think it wouldn’t hurt to investigate this thoroughly.”
Sergio nodded, apparently sharing my sentiment.
“You’ve taken quite an interest in Lumiel. I thought you disliked her.”
“As I’ve said before, it’s not that I dislike her.”
I uttered the lie smoothly, meeting Sergio’s gaze.
“It’s just that I suspect there must be a reason substantial enough to explain why Lumiel has changed so much.”
“…You’re kind.”
“And you, brother—do you truly believe everything I say? That’s how it sounds to me.”
A brief silence fell between us. Sergio studied me intently before asking.
“I’m curious what it means to you that I trust you.”
“It’s a joy and a blessing. You’ve always been so distrustful of me.”
“Always? That’s not true.”
As I answered, recalling events from before my regression, Sergio tilted his head in confusion. I twisted my lips into a smile and took his hand.
“I won’t bring up the past anymore. What matters is now. I never imagined I’d have moments like this with you.”
“…Yes.”
Sergio’s lips trembled slightly.
“I never thought we’d become like this either.”
Just then, the brightly lit Theater darkened. I turned my attention back to the stage.
Yet throughout the performance, Sergio’s gaze kept drifting toward me with unusual frequency.
‘Why does he keep staring? It’s not like he’s trying to signal me to be quiet.’
Just as I was about to say something, a man suddenly burst onto the stage.
A robed figure wearing a mask.
“Awaken from the false illusions of the Barion Faith and praise the great god Balak! His age is coming soon!”
The man pulled something from his robes and lit its fuse. Those who recognized what it was screamed.
“Stop!”
I leaped to my feet without thinking, and in that instant, the man hurled the bundle of explosives into the audience.
And then something extraordinary happened.

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