The Plan of the Terminally-Ill Wife's Divorce (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 136

“…Am I supposed to be the one thanking you?”

When I stared at Margarita with an incredulous expression, unable to bring myself to accept the finger bone of some unknown stranger, Margarita tilted her head in confusion.

“Saint Disma is one of the 120 martyred saints venerated in the temple. Granted, she’s precisely the 120th on that list.”

In a world where anything associated with saints—even the grime from unwashed skin—is deemed sacred as proof of abstaining from bathing—

—for it was believed that bathing spread disease, so saints never bathed—a finger bone was likely Margarita’s gesture of goodwill.

After I openly snubbed Kaitlyn at Bertin’s dressmaker shop, rumors began circulating among the nobles who had been watching the political situation closely: Inkheart apparently didn’t care for Kaitlyn Fosse as much as people assumed.

That was precisely why Margarita had suddenly started treating me so warmly.

“Have you considered changing your supported candidate?”

She hoped Inkheart would side with her.

“Kaitlyn is my younger sister.”

Though I calmly uttered this blatant lie, I found it strange.

Margarita was currently the strongest candidate for Crown Princess.

While several lesser-backed candidates—those with weaker support than Margarita, who enjoyed the backing of the Grand Temple and the eastern ducal house—had approached Inkheart with offers to join their side, Margarita herself had no real need to seek our endorsement.

“You don’t truly believe your sister will become Crown Princess, do you?”

“If you think there’s no chance of it happening, then there’s really no need to keep opposing her like this.”

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