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“Your Highness, Sir Rupert has just recovered from the curse, so I think it would be best for him to take a break.”

“Oh, come to think of it, I forgot that I was a patient with a strange disease. I was so eager to tell you the good news that I apologize.”

The Crown Prince smiled awkwardly at the saint’s words and patted Rupert’s shoulder.

Rupert, who couldn’t understand the situation at the moment, could only raise the corners of his mouth and force a smile.

‘What the heck? Why the saint?’

The saint’s natural expression and answer were so natural that if Rupert had heard it without knowing the circumstances, he would have mistaken it to be true.

Moreover, the knowing smile that she gave while glancing at him made Rupert even more uneasy.

“Let me give His Highness a blessing for a moment.”

“Ah, this wound has already been healed by the potion… .”

The saintess, despite the crown prince’s refusal, already raised her hand to her right shoulder and recited a prayer.

For a moment, her hand glowed with a bright light, and the crown prince’s expression changed to one of surprise.

“What the heck is this… .”

“Even if it’s a potion, it can’t regenerate nerves. If it’s just this much, you won’t feel any pain later.”

“Thank you, I didn’t know there would be such a difference.”

“No. This is too shameful a reward for someone who brought peace to the world.”

A saintess smiling brightly and a crown prince embarrassed by the compliments.

“Sir Rupert, I must now return to the palace, so I must conclude this meeting here.”

“Your Majesty… .”

“Once the report is finished, there will definitely be a reward for this work. Let’s meet again then.”

After speaking, the crown prince left the mansion with his knights escorting him.

The crown prince pats Ada once again as she whines, asking why he is just leaving without playing with her, and then leaves.

He was an important figure who appeared like a storm and disappeared in an instant.

But Rupert was troubled by the fact that there were still two equally important figures remaining at Somerset Manor.

-The crown prince and the second son of a count… Is this okay?

Rupert, the saintess, and Amelia come out to greet the departing crown prince.

Rupert heard the saint muttering softly, but he had difficulty discerning exactly what was said.

It was something about the crown prince and the second son.

“Miss Amelia, fortunately, this incident was resolved safely thanks to the intervention of the saintess. So, you don’t have to worry too much.”

“… Thank you.”

He was clearly a confident person when I saw him at the banquet before, but he was still depressed, perhaps because of the mistake he made this time.

‘That makes sense. The Duke’s daughter made food, but the rumor is that everyone who ate it collapsed. That’s a bit… .’

Aristocrats live and die for their reputation, and from the perspective of the eldest daughter of a duke, this must have been something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

“Still, thank you so much for worrying about me and coming to visit me.”

Rupert looked at the still dispirited Youngae and said.

The only connection I had with her was that she made a book for my younger brother and sent it to me, so did she think that I had asked her a rude favor?

It was truly unexpected that he attended the family banquet and brightened the occasion, and even came to visit me when he heard that I was sick.

‘Because he was originally a person who valued his family.’

Rupert didn’t hate her like he had said before. No, maybe he liked it?

In the original work, she was portrayed as a very upright and elegant image, but those aspects of her that we didn’t know about came across realistically to Rupert in a different way than to the crown prince.

“I’m sorry… I was so used to my family that I didn’t really know my cooking skills.”

But despite Rupert’s consolation, Amelia finally let tears fall from her eyes.

The people in the family, mainly his father and younger sister Evelyn, were terrified, but they somehow ate the food he made.

Because everyone around me kept praising me, saying that my cooking skills were improving day by day.

Because I was so confident, this incident came as even more of a shock.

And to show this to someone you wanted to look good in?

I had no face to face with him again. Not only was I embarrassed by my terrible cooking skills, but I was also embarrassed by the fact that I had caused such trouble at an important event where the saintess of the Goddess Church and the crown prince of the empire were visiting.

I couldn’t raise my head when I thought about how pathetic they would look at me.

‘I’m the only one imagining and making mistakes… .’

Amelia suddenly had the thought that Rupert might not feel the same way.

In fact, all the evidence that I felt a connection with him was just my own thoughts. Wasn’t there a time when I exchanged passionate letters directly with Rupert, and never had a friendly conversation with him?

Until recently, I was ashamed of myself for living alone with him at the academy and imagining a tragic love that could not come true.

Amelia couldn’t raise her head because of the shame.

but

“Please don’t say that. Even though I couldn’t eat the food that Yeong-ae made this time, I definitely want to try it someday.”

Rupert gives her a handkerchief and offers her warm comfort.

Amelia looked up at Rupert at the unexpected words.

The bright midday sunlight gently swept through his golden hair.

There was a faint, dazzling halo behind him, but his face was clearly visible.

Rupert, reflected in her eyes, was smiling slightly, as if to show that it wasn’t a lie when he said he really wanted to try her food.

When I saw Rupert before, he was something close to being described as cool.

He looked tired and gloomy for some reason, and even when he smiled, it seemed like he was wearing a mask.

His appearance now looked so bright.

“Really…?”

“Of course.”

Rupert answers her questions without a moment’s hesitation.

Amelia looked at Rupert, who still had a smile on his face, and wiped her tear-stained eyes with a handkerchief, raising the corners of her lips.

With the thought that it was definitely not my mistake now.

***

“Thank you for your help.”

“No problem. I just got involved a little because the situation was going so well.”

With Amelia Bluewell’s visit now resolved, Rupert’s only remaining problem was the Saintess.

He is the first to arrive and the last to stay, and he is a strange opponent whose intentions are still unknown.

Rupert, who at first thought she would be the most normal of the main characters who came to see him, had already raised his level of caution towards her to the maximum.

This was because he still could not figure out why the saint, who had been his opponent until today, had helped him.

As expected, the saintess faced herself with a completely different atmosphere than before as everyone around her retreated.

Rupert watched her carefully, sipping his coffee from the table.

Even now, behind the innocent expression of not knowing anything with a bright face, there was clearly something hidden.

“About a month ago? Sir Yustav and Sir Harun entered the palace.”

The saintess continued speaking as if nothing had happened, even though she must have felt Rupert’s gaze observing her.

“You brought up a story about a warlock.”

The saintess then informed Rupert that the goddess sect had also conducted its own investigation and that various incidents had occurred.

What she said was shocking, but what surprised Rupert was that even though they were a goddess cult, they had the power to understand the details of cases that were being secretly investigated by the imperial family.

‘Indeed, it’s not for nothing that they say it’s the only force that can compete with the royal family.’

Rupert’s wariness towards the saint grew more and more.

The story I just told was important information that only the highest-ranking people in the empire would know, but the reason he told me this without hesitation was because he was scared.

Usually after this kind of conversation, he will start to really tell me what he wants.

If you not only lied to me when I was in danger due to the Crown Prince’s mistake, but also told me this valuable information.

An ominous feeling that I might be asked to do something truly life-threatening.

“Perhaps His Highness the Crown Prince, through some delusion, seemed to think that the Earls of Somerset were under threat from warlocks.”

The sight of the saint smiling as if she found it amusing no longer seemed holy to Rupert.

“Sir Rupert.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“I think this is just helping a mother’s child in trouble, but I’m worried that you might feel burdened by it.”

It’s an old-fashioned expression, but if we translate it directly, it means, ‘You know I saved your life, right?’

“That’s right. If I dare to ignore the grace bestowed upon me by the daughter of Gaia, I won’t be able to sleep at night.”

So Rupert also translated it in an old-fashioned way, saying, ‘Okay, tell me what you want, quickly.’

“I feel bad about keeping my faithful followers awake at night, so may I ask you a small favor?”

“Yes, tell me anything.”

Seeing the saintess taking this much time, I wonder if she really is asking for a free mural painting.

Compared to the goddess cult, there is no reason for them to covet our family’s tiny fortune, and there are no objects or elements that would particularly attract attention.

The only thing that will be needed is my drawing skills.

I politely declined to do the murals or paintings because they would take too long, but since things had come to this, I felt I had no choice but to paint them without complaint.

‘It must be tough, but I guess we’re out of the woods.’

Although I was worried about the sudden workload, I had to consider it a good thing that I had managed to avoid being dragged in for the crime of insulting the imperial family.

It’s hard to draw murals or sacred paintings, but if they’re done well, they’ll be helpful in many ways in the future.

“Can you draw me a picture?”

A saint who asks to be drawn directly.

“Okay, let’s give it a try!” Rupert was about to answer with resignation.

-I thought about it a lot, but I think it would be best if Edmund Eldrick and Lloyd Cavallo were hugging each other!

Rupert stopped thinking at the saint’s subsequent words.