“Saintess.”
Daisy’s soft voice called me.
But I just sat on a chair and covered myself with a blanket, pretending not to hear her.
“I replaced the smashed bed.”
Those words suddenly made me angry.
I cried out in a shrill voice,
“Do you really have to put it that way?”
“Yes?”
“Smashed! Do you really have to say it like that!”
Since this morning, my face has been burning. Daisy poured fuel into my shame with short words.
This was all because of Ciel’s blessing.
[Oman, the God of Benevolence, loves your heated face]
[Ciel, the God of Destruction, blushes as they recall the broken bed]
“Be quiet.”
“Yes?”
“No, not you.”
I had a dream last night.
As I rode a horse through the forest, a group of black-clad bad guys appeared and pointed their swords at me.
With my hands blocking the sword, the blade shattered as it made contact with my hand thanks to the mighty blessing of destruction. And I thrashed them with my bare hands.
‘They passed out with my hands, so there’s nothing much to it…’
Maybe I really focused my energy on my hands while I was asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, one side of the bed was sloping and the other had a large hole in it.
“Saintess, it will break if you toss and turn a little. Don’t be too shy.”
I sighed as Daisy smiled brightly. Her body looked fine, as though nothing had happened two days ago.
“Have a meal. The warm soup will cool down.”
I got up and sat Daisy down instead.
“Sit down for a second.”
“Saintess?”
Daisy asked and sat with a perplexed look.
“You came back from the dead. Must you really go out and make me feel uncomfortable when you should take a break?”
“But I’m really fine. The Saintess healed me. You also bought me a delicious strawberry mousse cake yesterday.”
“Fine. I won’t accept no as the answer for the special treatment I’m giving you today.”
I grumbled as I handed the spoon to Daisy’s hand.
Her complexion was good as if there had been no attack, but I couldn’t stop worrying.
Dazed, Daisy paused without holding the spoon,
“Would you like to take a morning walk in a little while?”
I nodded at Daisy’s question. I was nervous, so I should go get some fresh air in the morning.
Apart from what happened to Daisy, there was one problem I’m facing.
I was discovered to have divine powers, and now I’m being treated like a real saint.
The plan to escape and become independent before Camilla appeared was based on the hypothesis that I was a fake saint who was indifferent to the male leads.
If I, a fake saint, left the temple, Reyhas would not search every part of the country for me as it was like hunting a mouse.
But now that I’m the only saint in the empire, he will likely dispatch all of the holy knights to find me.
‘And that means…’
Five years until Camilla shows up.
‘No, in about four years and six months.’
During that time, I have to live in the temple while acting like a saint.
My heart raced as Reyhas kissed the top of my foot two days ago, and a sensation as heavy as shackles wrapped around my ankles.
“……”
Putting the painful thoughts behind me for a while, I left the room after eating.
I was walking down the hallway in a plain white dress when I heard a roar,
“Saintess.”
“I greet the Saintess.”
“May the Nine Gods bless you.”
When I turned my head, the three priests bowed and spoke enthusiastically in turn.
“……”
I often met the priests in the hallways, but they never greeted me like this, mechanically bowing their heads towards me.
I nodded my head in shock.
Daisy’s shoulders seemed somehow raised.
“I greet the Daughter of the Divine Gods.”
“May the gods’ glory be with the Saintess.”
As I went out for a walk, the priests I encountered in every section I walked looked at me with sparkling eyes and bowed their heads deeply.
It was a different atmosphere from what it used to be. It used to be like a formal greeting to the company’s boss, but now I feel like a celebrity.
I guess it’s because I saved Daisy in front of many people.
“You are beautiful today as well, Saintess.”
“May God bless Elium!”
Receiving their excessive glances made me feel burdened on the inside.
‘Can’t we just put it back in indifference mode?’
Not just that, there was another excited group.
[Odyssey, the God of Love, raises their chin and curls the corners of their mouth]
[Monde, the God of Art, is dissatisfied with the lack of jewelry on your clothes]
[Ciel, the God of Destruction, blushes]
…These terrible attention seekers are pleased with the attention I’m receiving.
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On my way back to my room, Dwayne suddenly knelt to me.
“Saintess.”
I looked at him, slightly surprised by his sudden movement when he had been slowly avoiding me recently.
He lowered his head and told me,
“I’m sorry to have misunderstood you.”
What does that mean?
I looked at him with puzzled eyes and said,
“You misunderstood me?”
“I-I thought the Saintess… was a monster… hmhm.”
Dwayne’s ears turned red, slightly raising his face.
He shook his head a moment later.
“In any case, I will never doubt the Saintess’s powers again and will serve you well.”
I’m not sure what he was thinking, but I nodded that he would take good care of me anyway.
“By the way, have you still not found the culprit who stabbed Daisy that day?”
When I asked with a dark expression, Dwayne’s face hardened, and said,
“Yes, I’m sorry. He seems to be a well-trained assassin.”
“An assassin…”
“Moving will be difficult for the time being in case of another attack.”
What’s important is that we missed the person who attacked Daisy.
Some may even be able to guess who made that claim.
When we saw the significant setback, Alberto Michael, who believed Annie, my maid, was beaten in the cheek.
‘He must’ve thought of killing someone close to me as revenge and warning.’
“Dwayne, I have a question.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Do you usually charge murder through the Thieves Guild?”
There was a story in the original story about the Thieves Guild collecting secret information.
Dwayne was startled by my straightforward question, then nodded with a bewildered face.
“I don’t do that myself, but I think it’s worth checking out because it’s an informative place.”
“I see.”
I realized that things might be easier because there was a great source of information from the Thieves Guild.
‘I’ll look into it later.’
“Saintess…”
Daisy then spoke beside me in a worried tone,
“I’m afraid you’re getting involved in dangerous things because of me.”
I kept walking and calmly spoke to her,
“They would have paid good money to have such a powerful person break into the temple and commit murder. Have you ever had a tycoon hold a grudge against you that led him to want to kill you in exchange for a large sum of money?”
“No.”
“Yeah, so it was directed at me. Not because of you.”
A warning that they will kill me like that themselves next time.
They don’t want to leave problems behind, but neither do I.