From the outset, when Evie first appeared, the Tienda nobles had worshipped her, calling her the devotion of Manyanar.

But the moment she showed interest in high society and began to get close, the atmosphere turned.

The nobles were elevated by the fact that the favored child of the gods was a commoner who had long admired the Tienda noble class.

In the midst of this, Evie pretended to admire the nobles, and they all fell for it, giving her the upper hand. Then they quickly forgot the situation, intoxicated by the superiority of being able to adore this wondrous child.

Cassel was one of them. No, Cassel was at the center.

The young master of the great Montla family, without a single thing to envy. Even he had a ceiling. Laurel and Sedro, those who possessed the protection of the dragon, were an unreachable sky to him.

Evie offered him excellent vicarious satisfaction.

Having and ruling the one who monopolized the grace of Manyanar was an indescribable satisfaction. Cassel’s attitude gradually crossed the line, becoming frivolous, and he was eventually deluded by the meek Evie.

That it would be okay to play with and then discard her as Evie said.

That there would be no repercussions.

That she was just a girl who could only laugh or cry.

How foolish indeed.

“Evie might understand because she’s smart, but when you’re in a high position, you hear a lot. Recently, there have been a lot of talks about Evie, so I’ve been a little worried.”

So the cunning Cassel changed his attitude as soon as he understood the situation.

“But no matter how much I think about it, the saint must be Evie.”

“Do you mean you will support me as the saint again?”

“Yes, so let’s clear up the misunderstanding.”

Cassel coaxed Evie, swallowing his burning anger.

Of course, this was a means to silence her.

He needed time.

Time to check who Evie’s boldness was directed at, to fix it, and to find out how she had obtained his weakness and what more she knew.

So Cassel bowed down even though he had no intention of supporting Evie.

Then Evie spoke with a gentle smile.

“Then can you write me a certificate?”

“A certificate…….”

Cassel’s smiling face twitched at Evie’s request.

“Evie, do you really need that when I’m saying this much?”

“Don’t you think I should? How can I trust words that change overnight? You might just be stalling to stab me in the back again.”

Cassel forcibly held down his eyes that were flipping with anger.

“A certificate, will you write it?”

Evie spoke to Cassel, acting as if she knew nothing.

Cassel couldn’t stand to look at her complacent face. He found himself breathing quickly. In his mind, the table had already been flipped, and the chairs and vase were smashed against the wall.
His hands trembled with the urge to make his impulses reality, but Cassard endured once again, shaving down his soul.

In just a day, no, a matter of hours, Evie had tangled Cassard’s connections and business uncomfortably. So there must be another hand. He had to keep that purse tightly tied until he confirmed it.

Moreover, this is entrapment, not surrender.

The most effective way to make a child cry is to snatch back the candy given. And Evie Ariate’s candy was surely the position of the saintess.

A month later, Cassard gathered the last of his patience, fully expecting, if only to see Evie crying, having failed to become the saintess.

“Yeah, if Evie wants it, use it, whatever.”

“Then please stamp the seal with a ring instead of signing it.”

But Evie quickly spoke, as if reading Cassard’s thoughts, pointing to the only piece of jewelry Cassard was wearing, the ring on his left thumb.

At that moment, Cassard’s eyes narrowed. The smile he had been holding back stopped abruptly.

“……Keep doing this, and there’s nothing good about being exhausted. Show some effort if I’m this sincere.”

Cassard spoke in a toneless voice, unable to laugh any longer.

What Evie had just pointed at was the seal ring passed down to the owner of Montra.

The weight of this seal was equal to the weight of the history and achievements Montra had built up. So even the whimsical Cassard had to keep his promise in front of this seal.

Evie blocked his retreat as if she could see inside Cassard’s head, and so Cassard’s continually renewed patience finally snapped.

“You shouldn’t be stubborn if you want to see me lose. Think about the aftermath, if you act like this, nothing will be left for you.”

Cassard’s eyes and voice, which had far exceeded the boiling point, were now icy cold. It was a fury more cutting than rage, the last warning of a cornered beast.

But Evie simply smiled at this raw threat, and her smile irritated Cassard once more.

“Don’t you want to become a saintess?”

Cassard murmured, hoping that Evie would become slightly polite.

But an unexpected answer flowed from Evie’s mouth.

“I don’t want to.”

“What?”

“I have to become one; I never wanted to.”

Cassard’s face twisted at the unexpected response.

And Evie sighed and smiled.

“I wondered what you were going to talk about since morning, but it seems you didn’t listen to what I said yesterday.”

Evie looked at Cassard with calm eyes.

“You were wrong from the start. Misunderstanding? I never misunderstood.”

Evie’s expression and voice were calm as she spoke.

“The fact that you publicly supported Rio Tuha, that you closed your mouth in front of me as if nothing happened, that the reason for this was because what I did in Bis was too much, all of it is true. Misunderstanding?”

Evie added, looking at Cassard with a stern eye.

“I told you not to underestimate me.”