“Yesterday, Evie told the tower lord that she would become a saint.”

Roble’s eyes widened at the unimaginable words.

According to Sijong’s words, Evie coldly went to the angry tower lord with a proposal.

The nobles of Tienda will look for me now. I can’t hide it anyway, so introduce me. Then I’ll purify the water and keep the secret of the tower. I’ll become a saint.

“She seems to have demanded not to touch that hunting dog.”

“So the tower lord allowed that?”

“He accepted conditionally. If she reveals that she is from Biss and gains support herself to become a saint, he will let her go nicely. Evie and that hunting dog.”

At the story that far exceeded expectations, Roble somehow felt suffocated.

Become a saint. Why a saint of all things?

Roble chewed over their deal and barely understood.

The girls singing underground are released after 3 years. But that’s not liberation, it’s a disposal process, and the tower needs to find another replacement.

If there’s a child who’s still healthy after spending 3 years, and resonates closely with Manyanya, the tower lord would want to hold onto that child by any means.

Realizing this sharply, Evie decided to become a saint. That’s the only way to escape the fearful ruler’s snare and move from shadow to light. So she can keep the tower lord in check with the nobles’ eyes.

Roble felt a strange heat amidst the confusion, guessing at their intentions.

To challenge that Rohika Sedro.

Roble’s heart pounded with excitement. It was all just astonishing.

Ah, but can you really become a saint?

She’s certainly wonderful, but that alone won’t make her a saint. The tower’s saint is a tangled position, the best way to show Tienda’s nobility and superiority to Biss.

Would Tienda’s fearful and greedy nobles really give you that position? Maybe if you were a person who fell from the sky, but a commoner from Biss as a saint.

Moreover, your behavior, having learned nothing while trapped in the tower, will not be impressive to anyone. So you may be worshipped as Manyanya’s daughter, but you cannot be introduced to noble society and be made a saint.

Roble was certain of this.

He then watched the bustling Tienda, not even knowing whether he was relieved or disappointed.

A month passed like that.

One day, as the tower soothed impatient nobles and bought time, a girl took her shy first step into Tienda’s social circles.

Her name was Evie Ariate. A young lady so welltaught that it was hard to believe she was from Biss.

The nobles who were painting the miracle girl were truly enthralled by Evie Ariate’s appearance.

And Roble felt as if the world stopped when he saw that girl.
Evie was completely different from what Roble had seen and heard 3 years ago. A month ago, the Evie that Roble had seen and reported to his servant was malicious, but spoiled and squalid.

But the Evie who revealed herself in front of the nobles was fresh as if it were a lie. She was modest and pure, possessing a dignity that was not inferior to most nobles, almost like a saint.

Something broke off abruptly inside Roble when he saw her.

He couldn’t believe it.

Everything seemed like a lie and was also strange.

He even had the delusion that the whole world existed for him.

This indifferent world seemed to listen and react only to his voice.

So the saint, the once desperately alone saint, became horribly resentful.

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That was already 2 years ago.

Even since then, the world still revolved around her.

So Roble never doubted that everything would go according to Evie’s will.

Until the young man, possessing the emperor’s dignity, interrupted.

“Is that a statement you can handle?”

Count Laurel asked quietly. So Roble answered most honestly since becoming a saint.

“No. I can’t. Diving recklessly like Ariate.”

Fear pressed his heart, but Roble did not regret saying this.

Then the count spoke to Roble indifferently.

“I heard you resent Evie Ariate.”

“The story of the saint robbed of glory being jealous of the affection of Manyan is famous.”

“Is it true?”

“Who would be jealous of a bird that can’t fly?”

To the count’s question, Roble whispered with a smile.

“Jealousy is something similar to us, not the heart to carry to an existence that can hardly be compared.”

There was no lie in Roble’s words.

For the past 2 years, the nobles have been chattering ignorantly. A woman more miserable than the ignored wife, a saint pushed from her place, Roble Tuhara, who wears a veil to avoid shame.

But that was nonsense that could be said because they didn’t know how great Roble considered Evie.

Roble admired her extremely.

The chosen one of the world who faced a powerful enemy without being crushed by any adversity, who would overcome solid darkness, who would save this imperfect world, Evie Ariate.

If that child becomes a saint, if she obtains her rightful place, everything will be resolved. The basement of the tower will be filled, the slaves will be liberated, the just killing will end. Thus, poor Roble Tuhara will finally gain freedom.

It would be good to call Roble’s heart faith.

“If I ever resented Ariate, it would only be a disappointment that appeared too late, I wish more than anyone. That Ariate becomes a saint and saves us.”

Roble wanted the count to understand. That Ariate is such a savior, that he must not obstruct her path.

So he confessed a heart that he had never revealed to anyone and waited for the count’s answer.

As if responding to the heart of a saint, the count opened his mouth.

“It seems better to be jealous.”

And he scorned the saint’s faith with an indifferent voice.

“Rather than being cowardly and irresponsible.”