“It was my fault to deceive you in the first place, and it’s odd for me to complain about your response afterward. If you want, you can work as my exclusive maid. No, it would be good.”
“Saintess……!”
Amy’s eyes moistened again.
“I, I’ll really do well.”
Hades kept silent. He was likely suppressing his desire to expel her.
Upon entering the room, I noticed Amy’s meticulous arrangements and thoughtful preparations.
“I thought you’d look for the pouch first since you’d be tired.”
…Really?
I sat down on the sofa and washed my hands in the basin Amy had prepared.
Hades sighed.
“The problem is that this maid knows you too well.”
“What’s the big deal.”
I answered calmly.
“It’s because she likes me that she knows me so well.”
“True.”
Amy’s eyes sparkled.
“Because you’re so lovable, Saintess, nobody could help but like you.”
“……Is that so.”
Hades let out a grunt and stood up.
“I need to return to the meeting room now.”
“Then I should call the knights.”
I quickly responded.
“Amy, can you please call some capable knights?”
“Why call them?”
Hades looked down at me.
“Of course, you’re coming with me.”
I licked my lips.
“But……!”
“You’re the Saintess of Donovan. How can you be absent from the meeting?”
I glared at him, speechless. I just ended acting as a regent, and now I’m the official Saintess of a duchy?
The weight of being a country’s official Saintess was different from that of a Saintess in some rural village.
I first stayed at the castle as Hades’ guest, then as his regent.
Yet nobody thought of me as Donovan’s official Saintess because the position was of such high standing.
An official Saintess of a country was treated as an equal to highranking nobles and could act as a diplomat when visiting other countries.
A role I absolutely did not desire!
“I never said I wanted to become Donovan’s Saintess.”
“You accepted it without a word when I introduced you as such to the regent.”
“That’s because……”
“And you, it’s more fitting for you to be Donovan’s Saintess rather than my regent.”
Amy looked back and forth between us.
“So, are you Donovan’s Saintess now, Saintess?”
The responses burst out simultaneously.
“Yes.”
“No.”
I abruptly stood up from my seat.
“I can’t become the Saintess of Donovan! As you know, I have negligible magical power… I’ve never performed a miracle, and I can’t in the future!”
“What do you mean you’ve never performed a miracle?”
Hades’s voice was utterly composed.
“You’ve saved Donovan from demons twice. That’s a far greater miracle than saving a dying patient or two.”
His sharp gaze pierced right through me.
“And who becomes the Saintess of Donovan is for me to decide.”
I immediately rejected the idea.
“My consent is necessary. I don’t want to become the Saintess of Donovan.”
“What’s the reason?”
Hades took big strides toward me.
“Tell me, if there’s a reason you don’t want to, we’ll resolve it.”
“…That is.”
I couldn’t articulate a proper reason. How could I say that I couldn’t just leave Donovan as soon as I became the official Saintess?
Of course, I could ignore my conscience and leave whenever, but I had grown quite fond of the people in the Duchy of Donovan.
Becoming an official Saintess meant implanting some sort of expectations in them.
I couldn’t create a second or third Amy.
I hastily made up an excuse.
“…I would have too much to do.”
Hades’s eyes narrowed.
“Do you see me as a coldblooded person who would overwork someone with little time left?”
His body temperature might be low, but…
I chose not to point that out.
“But others might have expectations and place duties on me.”
In case someone tries to force duties upon me, I quickly added another sentence.
“And those expectations aren’t necessarily wrong. An official Saintess is supposed to have a lot to do.”
Fortunately, Hades accepted what I said.
“You’re right. I was shortsighted.”
I exhaled a sigh of relief.
“So, I don’t have to attend the meeting…”
“Absolutely not.”
Hades gently lifted me from the sofa.
“This is an order. Do not leave my side.”
Judging by his serious tone, he wasn’t joking.
Hades was a Duke; he absolutely knew the weight that the word ‘order’ carried from his mouth.
I swallowed hard.
“For how long?”
“Until the day you die.”
A straightforward answer left me unavoidably puzzled.
‘He’s already overprotective of me like this… If I say I’m leaving, would he actually let me go?’
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
