“Elvira Von Lustro. I can’t accept you as a saint! The ‘Maiden Lily’ you were growing was a fake! You fake saint!”
Prince Alexander cursed me like that.
Everyone shouted in surprise.
“Elvira is not the saint?”
“There must be some mistake.”
There was no doubt about it.
I was supposed to be recognized as a legitimate saint in this ceremony.
But then, all of a sudden, he called me a fake saint.
Furthermore, Prince Alexander declared,
“I can’t marry a woman who isn’t a saint! Your betrothal is forgotten!”
Then, for the first time, I opened my mouth.
“ーYes, I understand.”