Chapter 5 – Preparing to Go to the Festival

Why?

The first thing that popped into her head was none other than a question.

Until now, to her, her holy woman was the one she had to lead and take care of her.

Since that kind of existence suddenly told her not to take care of herself anymore, she couldn’t help but ask why the first thing that came to her mind was.

“Saint… ? Can you tell us why you made that decision… ?”

“Um… Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m depending too much on Lydia. She thinks she’s going to be a nasty saint now that she’s gone, so she decided to try it all by herself.”

“Ah… “

“I thought about it on my own, what about it? I think even the Goddess will like her.”

It’s a lie.

She muttered so involuntarily.

She seemed to know why Eris was talking like that.

He just doesn’t want to hurt me.

It was evident that she had been disappointed in herself for trying to touch her breasts just before, against her curiosity.

“Well, if I did something wrong, I will fix it right away. Please reconsider… “

“Uh… Lydia didn’t do anything wrong… Really, I was thinking and worrying about it all by myself… “

She was about to say something more, but Eris stopped her, and finally, she gave the decree to celebrate, saying that since she had decided that way, she would not accept disagreements.

Lydia had to come out of Eris’s room at the end of her words that she would call her back when enough time had passed or when she decided it was going to be tough.

It was the moment when she, who was the only lady-in-waiting of her saintess, was demoted to a mediocre nun in an instant.

“Ah… “

She was kicked out

She felt that way

Eris may have done it just because she really wanted to be independent as she said, but she was only kicked out of Lydia because of that.

No strength

There is no strength in the whole body.

Her heart aches as she feels rejected by Eris.

“Ah… “

Is this a punishment from God for committing a sin?

Was it my mistake to think that I was forgiven by the goddess?

Lydia walked away from Eris’s room with a dazed expression.

“The nun?”

Her familiar voice turned her head to see her pink-haired nun, Neria, looking at her with a worried look on her face.

For a moment, she wondered if this kid had become this way because of her cartoon she was watching, maybe it was because of this kid.

But she soon let go of that thought.

Because, of course, that was nonsense.

‘It must be crazy… Even though she is in a situation where she can’t get out of the shock, she even thinks like this…’

She is even more intimidated by her sense of self-loathing and her guilt towards Neria.

Still, she wondered why she had kicked herself out, why she had told her not to take care of her anymore.

Because she was the most indispensable thing in her life.

But she shouldn’t collapse now.

Lydia answered with a smile, saying that the saintess only called because she needed help for a while, and she kept quiet.

Perhaps realizing that she had no intention of speaking, Neria replied that she knew without further ado, and then she ran away from her place as if to run away.

Lydia, left alone, bowed her head.

It’s miserable.

“Ah… “

Grief should be done later.

No matter how traumatic she went through, she was the chief nun herself and had the duty to see how the nuns were doing.

Lydia took her steps, holding back her rising passion.

While pretending not to know the unknown feelings she had that began to burn in a corner of her heart, the shady and dark feelings she had.

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It’s free.

Freedom has finally come to me.

She came to a life where no one interfered. The freedom you’ve always wanted.

I am liberated!

“Kyatho!”

I spread out on the bed in a way that I couldn’t believe was the behavior of a saintess, and I laughed and rolled around.

When Lydia was around, she had to put up with wanting to roll around in bed, but now she doesn’t have to.

“It should have been like this a long time ago~ How comfortable!”

Of course, when she looked abandoned at the end, she was a little hurt, but more than that, the happiness that freedom gave was sweet.

“Hmm.”

Can’t be playing like this

It was time for her to do something called preparation.

What I was trying to do by sending Lydia, who always gave for me, away for a while.

Just ready for the festival.

I always wanted to participate in the festival, not as a writer, so I had to hide my identity.

No honestly isn’t it?

My creations have turned into plays and are being screened. How can I not go to see this?

Since the Grand Duchess of the North said she was coming, I plan to draw a work related to the Grand Duchess after seeing her face from afar.

Which would be good…

A cold-tempered Northern Princess who guards the border in the cold, cold region of the North.

And the love story of her handmaid, the only thing that can melt the coldly frozen heart of the Northern Grand Duchess.

Big… !

Because this is good!

Various creative desires are boiling in my head, but not yet.

The country is also different, and the nobles of the empire, who can only be seen for political reasons, much less the Northern Grand Duke or Grand Duchess, because of their location, I have never seen them, even as I have often been to the empire for political reasons.

Fleece, I tried to ask the supporter who had been sending me messages with emoticons a while ago if I could get a picture for him, but I gave up.

How could he get a photo of the Grand Duchess when he only knew about nobles?

It is said that the Grand Duke of the North cares for his daughter so much, but no matter how much she is a saint with the highest status in the kingdom, it is unlikely that she will show herself for the sake of people from other countries.

If I call it out as a saint, it’s like a political reason again.

As someone who has been swayed by the political elements that came from living as a saint, I really hate using my position.

If you’re close, I want to be friends with you.

That’s not going to happen, but whatever.

Still, just in case, I secretly bet that I wanted to draw the Grand Duchess…

Should I say it’s because of that?

Since I was able to hear the news that the Grand Duchess was coming to this festival, it must mean that my efforts were not so futile.

However…

‘Isn’t it usually more difficult to obtain than a picture is information about where you are going on a few days and a few days… ?’

According to common sense, what is more difficult to obtain than someone’s photo is the information that someone is going somewhere at any time… ?

If the former only tells you what it looks like, then the latter can tell you where it went…

The fact that I’ve grown up to this age as a saint is just an eye-opener.

It had to be like this to survive in such a political arena.

Anyway… I mean, this one made it a little more suspicious.

Fleece… He never revealed who he was to me, but I assumed he was a nobleman of the Empire.

However, how could an ordinary nobleman get information about where the Grand Duchess is headed?

Of course, if the grand duke had revealed that fact, everyone would have known it, but if it had spread that much, it would have been something I should have heard before.

The daughter of the Northern Grand Duke of the Empire is coming to see the festival.

But I don’t remember hearing that information from anyone else.

“Fleece… “

You… Who are you?

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I wish I could think about it here.

I still think that I am just one of the ordinary aristocrats.

Maybe that’s what you want to believe.

“I should draw a picture.”

I have to post the next episode.

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“Whoops.”

In a luxurious and beautiful room, a girl with silver hair reminiscent of moonlight elegantly drinks tea from an antique cup.

In her hand was a crystal plate with a flesh-colored painting on it.

“Ha… Miss Lily… “

Her own secret hobby.

It was Mr. Lily’s cartoons and pictures appreciation.

The only sanctuary in this dirty, fucked up place.

The girl moved the crystal plate and turned the screen.

There, the message she had written the other day was written there.

“Maria.”

“Ah, it’s Ortis.”

Did she do everything she was told to do?

The old man, presumed to be the butler, bowed his head at her gaze as she asked.

“Really… Are you coming?”

To the old man’s question, the girl called Maria, the princess of this country, smiled and answered.

“Sure.”

If you are Lily,

Not only her grand duchess is coming, but her own work is being staged as a play, and she can’t not come.

The girl was so sure.

“Ah… “

It is expected.

This time we will find out who you really are.

I will find out who you are and make sure to make it mine.

Because the Grand Duchess and the play were bait for that.

Maria covered her mouth and laughed.