In the noble Tower of Manyan, there was a basement.

Only Sedro and the successive holy women knew of its existence.

The common fate of those who became saints was to be desperately disappointed in its mundane reality.

“You’ve been hiding something like this all along?”

And Roble was a saint angered by this ultimate deception.

Unusually brave, the saint resisted the reality of the tower she faced.

“I can’t accept this, how could something like this…!”

“Really? Then you try to save it.”

But what came back to her was the mockery of a friend who had become the tower’s master.

“I’ll let all those poor children go if you can take their place. But if you fail, you’ll keep your mouth shut and live obediently, like the other saints.”

Lohika sweetly whispered like a demon.

Roble still regretted being taken in by that voice.

It would have been better to surrender from the beginning if there was no strength to fight to the end.

The saint still regretted the foolish act of stepping forward, only to leave scars on everyone.

(This is a time delimiter.)

Nine years ago, a severe drought hit Bis.

It was because Manyan had stopped purifying in unprecedented silence.

“Please, Lord Manyan. Please listen to me……”

In the dark night, alone, Roble, the saint who had sought the sanctuary of the tower, whispered desperately to the lake.

The new saint had been born for half a year now. During that long time, the lake of Tienda had never been properly purified.

As a result, the gates of the lake did not open, and the rivers and wells of Bis became muddy, exposing the bottom, and even the nobles of Tienda were thirsty.

Last month, the nobles who couldn’t stand it anymore had forcibly purified the water and sent it to Bis.

The salty water withered the plants, and people and animals became sick, but fortunately, the nobles of Tienda were able to relieve some thirst by filtering and boiling the water from Bis.

Discontent with this terrible thirst grew, and eventually, all blame was directed at the saint.

Everyone blamed one person, saying that the wrong choice of a saint had caused this to happen.

Enduring this torrent of resentment alone, the saint cried and sang every day.

Towards the cruel dragon slumbering deep within, with a voice worn out.

Without knowing the fact that her little sister was watching from afar, she just pleaded desperately.

Rio still remembered the sight of her sister.

The pitiful, noble, and sacred figure from behind.

That’s why it was unforgivable.

Everything about Evie Ariate.

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“Was it really you who slandered Count Montra?”

Rio, who hadn’t even sat down yet, shot at Evie, who had been dragged into the empty room, from the doorway.

“No.”

So Evie shook her head with a clear and innocent eye. Suspicion flickered across Rio’s face, and to that, Evie honestly added,

“I didn’t slander him, I just revealed the truth. It’s his own fault for getting stepped on, so it’s definitely not my fault.”

“You…!”

Rio was stunned at Evie’s shameless and bright confession.

“You, are you crazy?”

A word she had heard quite often lately. Evie thought so and shook her head again.

“No, I’m in my right mind.”

“Don’t joke, how could you do such a thing if you’re sane…! Do you really qualify to be a saint!?”

“I think I’m more than qualified. If the role of a saint is to purify the water.”

At Evie’s confident reply, Rio stared at her, speechless.

So Evie took this opportunity to carefully examine this finicky young lady’s face.

Tempting brown hair and eyes of a brighter hue. Thick eyebrows, round eyes.

Rio looked a lot like her sister. However, unlike the saint who seemed to embrace the whole world, Rio was sensitive and stubborn from the start.

Siblings can have opposite personalities, Evie thought, and unwittingly smirked.

Nobody would know. The saint might also be a fussy and pedantic person like Rio but diligently acting otherwise.

After all, the saint of the tower is a job that deceives the whole world.

“Isn’t it rather a good thing for Miss Tuha?”

“What did you say?”
Following the Duke, even the Marquis has decided to support Lady Tuha, so perhaps Lady Tuha could become the Saintess.

Of course, I won’t let that happen.

Evie smiled sweetly, swallowing these words.

It was something she said to cheer up for once. But Lio’s face paled instead.

“You call that words?”

Lio was indignant as if he had been insulted, so Evie tilted her head instead.

“Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t!”

“Then why did you say to watch?”

Lio Tuha set the mood to watch, so Evie naturally imagined such a line.

The Marquis is on my side now, so grasp the subject yourself, you commoner!

However, far from that, Lio only snapped.

“It’s because of your behavior! If she could become a Saintess, maintain at least some dignity, the position of Saintess is not to be taken lightly!”

What’s this about?

At the unknown rebuke, Evie blinked her eyes, and Lio yelled again.

“Do I really have to say this?”