Chapter 3

Well, it has been over twenty years since I began working as a saint. Many people retire early because they cannot endure the use of sacred arts, so I am said to have the longest tenure as a saint.

However, my body is also showing signs of wear and tear, so unlike other saints, I do not go to the battlefield. Instead, I handle clerical work, cleaning, laundry, and cooking at the temple. It’s hardly a position befitting a saint—

"Saint Rose Snow, please sign these documents."

Perhaps because of my long tenure, the priests find me reliable.

On the night Eustia went to the ball, I was cleaning the prayer room when I tilted my head at the priest’s words.

"Hmm, wasn’t that the Grand Saint’s job?"

"We’re pushing her to the front lines, so we need you to handle this much at least."

Ah, so they weren’t relying on me after all.

Eustia was trying to push everything onto me.

Looking closely, the priests were giving me disdainful looks.

"..."

I see. So today’s ball was supposed to be a secret.

It seems she didn’t get the Cardinal’s permission.

"There’s nothing I can do about it."

"Saint Rose Snow, please handle this as well."

Before I knew it, a line had formed behind the priest.

"…Let’s go to the office and do them all at once."

Sigh. I wish Eustia would come back soon…

"Rose! Rose Snow! Come here immediately!"

Oh, she’s here!

"What is it?"

"Hurry! It’s urgent! The Grand Saint has arrived! She’s furious!"

"I understand."

I couldn’t help but smile.

Responding to the flustered bishop’s call, I headed to the reception room.

"Sister, what is this!?"

The moment I opened the door, a high-pitched screech rang in my ears.

Eustia, with her blonde hair in disarray, shouted.

She thrust the dress in her hand at me.

Well, let’s see how it turned out…

"The dress tore while I was dancing with the prince!?"

Wow! It’s a huge success!

I didn’t expect it to work this well. I’m overwhelmed with emotion!

Oh, the back is split wide open. It’s hilarious!

"Sister, it’s your dress! I was so embarrassed!"

With the way it’s torn, she must have been half-naked while dancing.

Probably, her backside was exposed too.

Ah, I wish I could have seen that at the ball!

"Hey, how are you going to take responsibility for this!?"

"I’m sorry, Eustia. It shouldn’t have torn unless you made a dramatic move. Unless, of course, Eustia forgot the decorum of a Grand Saint and danced like a commoner… right?"

"……"

Did you forget the dignity of a Grand Saint? I pushed.

Since she was pushing her work onto me, this much is forgivable, right?

Well, it’s a lie.

I made it so it would tear if her arm was pulled during the dance.

Still, my foolish sister must have had a clue.

Eustia turned her face away, as if I had hit a nerve.

"Fine. If you’re going to be like that, I have my own thoughts as a Grand Saint!"

"Hehe. I’m glad my sister has grown into a fine Grand Saint."

Well, I hope everything goes according to plan.