Chapter 1

Gray snowflakes fell one by one in the sky.

If I was a pure child, I would’ve been happily playing with snowflakes like a puppy. But now, I was screaming at the red blood that was spreading through the snowflakes.

“No! Astein!”

A knight that dared a fake saint.

Only for me who had hidden a fake identity.

An arrow was stuck on Astein’s abdomen.

But still, he didn’t step out in front of me. He didn’t even collapse.

After Astein pulled out the arrow silently, he fought against the holy knights of the temple, who were going after me.

Still for me.

“She is a sinner who deceived God and made a false representation of a Saint! Step aside, Astein!”

“For me, she’s the real saint!”

I felt a sense of guilt by Astein’s words that believed me to the end.

I was a fake saint….

An object to maintain the power and honor of my family. Now, I’d become a swindler who was abandoned even by my family.

The real saint had appeared.

The family’s knights were intermingled in the temple knights. Everyone tried to kill me.

And because of me, Astein had thrown away the solid future he had in mind.

“Astein, you’re still fighting now. Everyone was deceived by the witch. You can be forgiven!”

“Don’t talk nonsense! Who’s the witch?!”

Astein again struck the arrow that flew at me with a large sword. It was a sword I gave him with my heart. Without knew what kind of gift it was, he held it up and kept fighting for me.

But it was obviously a reckless fight.

As I looked at his back and bit my lips, I barely decided. Immediately, I told my will to Astein.

“Do as they say. Everything will be fine if I die.”

I didn’t think I could survive and escape. I just wanted to save the person I loved.

If only I died, he would survive.

“That’s impossible. Lady Freya is the real saint.”

I heard something that I didn’t even hear from my family. Why on earth was he…

“Astein.”

He was really there.

A silver-headed knight with a backload bent his head and looked up at a tree full of purple.

I was suddenly frightened. What if Astein still had the memory? What if he despised me for what he trusted and believed in me?

I couldn’t look at him. Because my courage was gone.

Then, the silver hair shook carefully. His gaze slowly turned. Astein’s mysterious purple eyes, which discovered me, were pretty curved.

And a friendly voice heard.

“Saint, you’re here?”

His words brought me a heart attack. Did he remember me?

I remembered Astein, who always called me tenderly. I put my hands on my chest, watched him, and wandered with my eyes on what to do.

“Oh, have you already come to the temple?”

Then the voice of a middle-aged woman was heard from behind. Disappointingly, the gaze I thought was looking at me actually it wasn’t. Before he and the Saint found me, I turned around and slipped out of the place.

Perhaps it was because he was surrounded by countless people wandered around the garden. Fortunately, the two didn’t find me. Stood on another tree, I dozed my heart like a thief and overheard the conversation between the two.

“Yes.”

“Is it all done? What about some people’s objections?”

“Not yet. I’m his brother. It’s better if I go, so I agree.”

“It must be a difficult decision. Won’t you regret it?”

At the voice of the Saint, I could hear Astein’s low laughter. Sometimes, I could hear the laughter of the spring wind, which made me had to hide my face because my heart was beating so fast.

“If Iwould regret it, I wouldn’t have asked the Saint to help me become a paladin.”