Chapter 7

The poisonous mushroom incident in the slums before the reversion, this woman was one of the victims. She went up to the mountain with the children of the slums, she was mistaken for edible mushrooms and shared with the children before went down. +

The bright smile she gave after I saved the life of the children still remained clear in my memory.

“I see. Unfortunately, you aren’t the one I’m looking for. Do you know someone with a similar appearance? She has more red hair and dark golden eyes.”

She shook her head saying she didn’t know. My eyes were sagging. I was so disappointed that she wasn’t the person I was looking for, and I felt guilty too.

“I’m sorry I made you come here in vain.”

“No. It’s an honor to see the Prospective Saint like this.”

I smiled brightly after I received the wildflower that she extruded again.

“Thank you. I’ll dry and keep it.”

“Excuse me, by any chance, can you give me the Saint’s blessing? I’m looking for a job as a waitress in a restaurant, I really want to stick to it.”

I hesitated for a moment. I’m a fake Saint, so I couldn’t fulfill her wish. But, what this woman needed may not be the blessing of divine power.

“Sure. Can you tell me your name?”

“It’s Lyra!”

I embraced the woman. Then I put my hand on her head.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to live a better life doing what Lyra wants. May the glory of God always with every step Lyra takes.”

Lyra opened the door of my prayer room with a brighter face than anyone in the world. I immediately called Sir Solar.

“I’m sorry but can you accompany her to the entrance? She could be humiliated by the nobles.”

Sir Solar’s attitude certainly seemed to have changed. It must have been true that he bragged about me. Unlike yesterday, Sir Solar didn’t frown at my request. Instead, he answered clearly.

“It’s not even a difficult job. I’ll be right back.”

I closed the door of the prayer room and sighed. Then, I noticed the folded robe that Astein put on me yesterday.

“Aren’t you coming today?”

I picked up the robe. I was a little disappointed. My hands swept the robe. I was looking forward to seeing him every day.

“I’m here to get my robe.”

A calm voice was heard. I turned myself and hardened. Astein’s purple eyes gleamed in the dark.

However, my heart was a little bit hurt.

I’d never seen him being cold to me like that. I wondered for a long time if I had done something wrong with him. But I thought I hadn’t.

“Here… thank you.”

He accepted his robe without speaking. Then, he turned around.

Was this a little shocking? Tears were slightly on my eyes. But I swallowed it.

Then, he turned back again.

His eyes were still cold. And his voice seemed to hold back from trembling, it sounded like holding up anger.

“How long are you going to stay in Marquis Futor’s mansion?”

“Pardon…?”

“Isn’t a Saint supposed to belong to any family of priests?”

Officially it was. It was kept until a few generations ago. But not now.

Why did he suddenly say this to me?

I put off my answer for a while and bowed. What I saw then was the clenched fist of Astein. His hands were shaking.

When I saw it, a picture overlapped my mind. What happened that night, when the real saint was found.

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