I briefly felt as though my heart was about to burst with shock, but I barely showed it.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âWhat? What⌠What are you talking about?â
âBlanket.â
Ianâs movement was seen roughly thanks to my vision that I was used to the dark.
I looked in the direction Ian was pointing.
My right hand was holding the blanket so tightly that it wrinkled.
ââŚâŚOh. This one.â
Itâs nothing. It happened when he made such an evasive mouth-opening.
âIs there anything that bothers you?â
I could hear his low voice in my ears.
The quilt I was holding started to wrinkle even more.
âNo, nothing is going on. Are you all right?â
âYou are not very good at lying.â
What do you mean Iâm not good at lying?
âStupid.â
I just muttered to myself.
Without even imagining how much I was keeping a secret from him.
âWhat makes you so anxious?â
âItâs not like that. Is it because you canât sleep?â
âYou are strange.â
I could feel Ian turning to me.
I abruptly closed my eyes in response to the gaze I could feel even in the dark.
ââŚâŚWhat is strange?â
âYou used every trick in the book to avoid me.â
ââŚâŚ.â
What on earth am I struggling with that I canât even get sleep?
I shut my mouth.
Ian was no longer questioning me.
It was different from usual when he screamed and stared at what I was hiding.
My heart, therefore, became heavier the more I had to restrain myself from speaking.
ââŚâŚâ
âWell, Iâm not requesting that you be honest. Iâm not good at counseling anyway.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âBut, if you ever need my help.â
ââŚâŚ Would you like to help me?â
âListen.â
What did I expect? I made a pouty face.
For whatever reason, he said something nice.
Ian laughed softly, sounding as though the wind were blowing.
âSo, please put away the poor quilt.â
He didnât say anything after that.
Those words with a soft smile seemed to be trying to comfort me, even if it was blunt.
âI know that cold-blooded man canât do that.â
I shut my eyes tight.
I was afraid Ian would discover my secret if we continued to talk.
âGood night, Sir Ian.â
There was no response given.
Yes, it was about time to squish down deep into the duvet.
âSee you tomorrow.â
The small night greetings could be heard.
That night, I couldnât stop myself from removing the pendant.
***
âI can see it now!â
I yelled, pressing my nose against the carriage window.
Over there, the outer walls of the capital city could be seen.
âLooking at it this way, the capital must have been very busy.â
Rycallion was a fortress city that guarded the border. As a result, it felt preserved in some ways, but distinct from the capitalâs magnificent splendour.
There was a short check at the checkpoint, but the guards who confirmed Ianâs face swiftly saluted and let us in.
The carriage convoy arrived safely in the capital.
I blinked open my eyes, still staring out the window.
âIs this the weekend? Why are there so many people?â
Of course, people were everywhere in the capital, but the streets had never been this crowded.
Besides, why is everyone cheering for our carriage convoy?
âWait a minute. No way, these people.â
Did they all come just to meet us?
I thought that I was being overly self-conscious.
However, the shouts of those who could be heard quickly dispelled my doubts.
âGuardians of the Empire!â
âWelcome back!â
As they rode ahead, some holy knights on horseback waved to the crowds.
âOh, itâs the saintess!â
Everyoneâs attention was drawn to me as I raised my head.
âSaintess! Please look here as well!â
âYay! Also here!â
âYou are reincarnation of Saintess Jasper!â
The word âreincarnationâ has finally been uttered.
The intense pressure rendered me speechless.
Some people shouted while running at the speed of the carriage parade at the time.
âSaintess! Please say something!â
âIâm from The Imperial Daily! How did you predict that there was a failure in the gate!â
âIs it true that God Elun whispers about future in your dreams every day!â
I was scared as I watched the reporters run at the same speed as the carriage.
No matter how far we enter the capital, weâre slowing down. But is that possible? Does this empire hire a reporter for their running skills?
âSaintes! Please say something!â
âThousands of people have been saved because of your foresight! Please let us know how you feel!â
Oh, I see.
It turns out that there is an issue with the teleportation gate.
It was fortunate that I didnât become a braggart. Still, I was not used to being interviewed.
I was nervous about speaking then, staring blankly at the reporters moving as quickly as the carriage.
âPlease accept my apologies.â
âMy wife is shy.â
Having said that, Ian pulled back the curtain.
âKyaaaahâ!â
Moments later, a deafening roar erupted from outside the carriage.
***
âItâs noisy outside.â
The emperor, Rashid, said and tossed the paper.
The Prime Minister, who had just handed him the report, shook his head, a cold sweat forming on his brow.
âIs that so? I canât hear it well with my small earsâŚâŚ.â
It couldnât have happened. They clearly heard it.
âLong live the saintess!â
âKyaah, Sir Ian! Please take a look at this!â
Even the most famous minstrel could not ignore the scream.
The downtown area was quite far away, with the main street leading from the imperial palace, but a huge roar could still be heard.
âWas Ianâs return date today?â
âYes, yes. Yes, Your Majesty.â
The Prime Minister shook his head, sweating even more.
Rashid spoke calmly as if nothing had happened, but the Prime Minister had no idea what was going through his mind.
Rashid has whimpered since Ianâs birth because he feels inferior to his younger brother.
Obviously, the enthusiastic citizensâ reaction to Ianâs return would not be satisfactory for him.
âHis Majesty has yet to garner widespread public support, so even moreâŚâŚ Hmm.â
The Prime Minister was lost in thought as he read Rashidâs face.
Rashid was young and handsome, so he had a lot going for him, but the suspicion that arose during his succession to the throne was a problem.
The sudden death of the emperor and his wife.
After a long battle with lung disease, the former empress died first, followed by the mysterious death of the former emperor.
Rashid concluded that the mysterious death of the former emperor was the work of an immigrant named Rakum, and in retaliation, he burned Rakumâs homeland to the ashes.
However, some people were still suspicious of the emperorâs sudden death.
âI wonder if the late Emperor was assassinated in order to prevent Prince Ian from becoming Crown PrinceâŚâŚâ
âPrime Minister.â
Rashidâs ferocious voice brought the Prime Minister to his senses.
âD-Did you call me? Your Majesty?â
âDoes what Iâm reading right now true?â
Rashidâs venomous gaze caused the Secretary of State to flinch.
âOh lord.â
He was angry.
The Prime Minister trembled and lowered his head.
He also knew he would be angry.
That report was sent to the imperial family from the Magic Tower a while ago.
It was content to inform the existence of a new substance discovered early this morning, âStormstoneâ.
That was a welcome surprise. This new mana stone, which is far more powerful than the existing one, will bring prosperity to the empire.
âThe problem is the person who found the stoneâŚâŚâ
The Prime Minister remembered the reportâs contents he had read just before meeting with the Emperor.
âAs storm stone has a strong intrinsic force, direct contact with the human body can cause various side effects such as excessive magic absorption. The people of Rycallion mistook these storm stones for Holy Stones and misused them by coming into contact with the patientâs body.â
âIf it hadnât been for the powers that detected and warned us of the danger, everyone would have died.â
Those who had forewarned them about the Mana StoneâŚ
He mentioned that it was none other than Irene Grace, currently at the centre of the topic.
âEveryone is praising her because she foresaw that the gate would malfunction!â
The new saintess foresaw an error that even magic experts failed to notice.
That fact aroused great enthusiasm among the people of the Empire.
Rumours circulated that Jasper, the legendary saint of wisdom, had been reincarnated.
The Prime Minister said with a flattering smile.
âI-Isnât it a good thing? Saintess Irene is Ianâs wife. In other words, she is a member of the Imperial Family. As Saintess Ireneâs popularity grows, she will inevitably gain favor with the imperial family-â
âDo you think so, Minister of State?â
Rashid widened his eyes.
The Prime Minister took a big gulp.
Lorelai, the empress who had been listening quietly the entire time, spoke coldly.
âGod must loves her so much. My head is such a flower garden, so I donât have to worry as long as I live.â
âY-Your Majesty the Empress. God justâŚâŚ.â
âMy dear brother.â
Crunch, Rashid crumpled the report as he spat it out.
âHe hugged a woman for the first time. I didnât mind if the opponent was inconsequential. No, I would have applauded.â
ââŚâŚ.â
âBut, is the opponent a saintess with the ability to appear only once every century? Two significant forecasts in two months. Were there any other saintess who excelled in the Empire?â
âT-ThatâŚâŚâ
Rashidâs words caused the empressâs face to harden into a cold expression.
The Prime Minister was sweating as he looked at the Empress.
Rashid ignored their reaction and tossed the crumpled report aside like dirt.
âA bastard who has spent his entire life looking at women falls in love with a genius saintess. Do you think this is a probability that makes sense?â
âOh god, that isâŚâŚtherefore.â
It seemed that the Prime Minister could now bathe in sweat.
He predicted the emperor would be wary of Irene and Ianâs growing popularity.
Rashidâs outrage had grown into something more.
âPerhaps.â
Rashidâs eyes grimaced.
âMy dear brother may have begun to take over this older brotherâs position.â
ââŚâŚPardon?â
The Prime Minister became agitated and spoke in a panicked tone.
âYouâre at it again. Your suspicion of Ian is endlessâŚâŚ!â
âMy younger brother is a person who canât love anyone. Isnât love for someone he care about?â
Rashid laughed bitterly.
The Prime Minister shuddered as he knew Ian stole the love from the adults in the imperial family that Rashid deserved.
âThat brother fell in love with a saintess? No. I bet on the opposite side.â