It was an unfamiliar ceiling. It was a quiet morning.

    Judging by the fact that his eyes are open, he must not be dead.

    The room is decorated luxuriously throughout.

    From the arabesque patterns that decorate the high ceilings to the silk curtains that cover the huge windows… .

    I could tell because I lived the life of a noble lady after becoming a princess.

    This place, the room I opened my eyes in, was so ridiculously over-decorated.

    “……”

    But I wasn’t particularly surprised other than wondering how much money had been poured into it.

    Even the morning air that wakes you up with a clear mind, and the sunlight streaming in through the wide-open curtains… can’t fill the feeling of loss that feels like your heart has been pierced.

    So, even though it was the same morning as always, it felt different.

    In the past, when I was tormented by nightmares, the morning that came without fail saved me.

    No matter how sad I was, no matter how much I screamed and lost sleep at night, I could somehow get out of it as soon as morning came.

    So I lived my days burying all my anger, resentment, and sadness towards myself.

    I’ve been repeating the cycle of living each day until now.

    But today, I felt strangely uneasy. I felt a sense of melancholy, as if I was sinking into sorrow.

    He got up with a rustling sound.

    The blanket covering my body slipped down past my chest.

    It was an expensive comforter with a soft texture, perfect for this room.

    “Are you up?”

    A blunt voice was heard.

    But it is clear that she has a beautiful voice.

    It just sounded like that because it felt strangely guarded.

    “Where is this?”

    I answered in a similar tone as the woman who spoke to me.

    I didn’t feel the need to use a friendly voice.

    “… Is this your first time here?”

    “I think I need to know where to answer.”

    “Judging from your reaction, this must be your first time here.”

    “……”

    That’s a reasonable guess.

    This dazzling room is one you will never forget once you see it.

    “Wake up. You should eat breakfast, Beatrice.”

    She smiled broadly, seeing me unfamiliar with this room, concluding that her guess was correct.

    Her pink eyes turned into crescent moons and she smiled brightly. It was a beautiful smile that even women could not help but fall for.

    But rather than feeling love for her, he answered with a strange sense of rejection.

    “With you?”

    That woman and the humble man are a no-no.

    “No. All together.”

    “… All together?”

    As she spoke, the saint who had been leaning against the window approached me step by step.

    “Yes, the owner of this mansion and his children.”

    “Who owns the mansion?”

    She approached me with a bright face, still not letting her guard down.

    He seemed so relaxed that it was annoying. As if he felt sorry for me and that it didn’t bother him at all.

    Ssuk- He sat down on the bed and reached out to straighten my hair that was hanging out unruly.

    How dare you… .

    I glared at her, my spirits piqued.

    However, I couldn’t easily shake off the saint who touched my hair with an infinitely kind face as if it were nothing special.

    Before I could say anything, she straightened her hair and answered.

    “Duke of Minor.”

    “!?”

    She looked into my wide-open eyes and smiled with satisfaction, as if she was happy to see the reaction I had been expecting.

    “Then, is this the Manor Mansion?”

    “That’s right. It’s the most secular mansion in the world.”

    I don’t really like it when they look at me with surprise, as if they’re enjoying my reaction, even though it’s not even their house.

    But still, the fact that she had woken up in the Manor Mansion was so surprising that she couldn’t help but react the way she wanted.

    “Although I have lived a life of poverty as a priest, and am thus ignorant of the world’s standards for good and evil, I can tell that this mansion is filled with valuable and precious things.”

    “……”

    I nodded without realizing it.

    As the saint said, this was a place that made one realize what absolute superiority meant, regardless of one’s aesthetic sense or refined taste.

    There was nothing that was left untouched, from the wallpaper, the furniture, the floor, to the frame of the room itself.

    Suddenly, I could sense the status that the Duke of Mainer held in the empire. Even the imperial palace would not be this extravagant.

    “So, Beatrice, it’s only natural that you’re reacting the way you are now when you first see this mansion as a guest. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

    “When did I… .”

    “When I first came here, I used to have fleeting and personal feelings. Well, now I come here often and get used to it.”

    She kept reminding me that this was my first time in the mansion, subtly telling me that she had been there a few times… .

    “If this is the Manor Mansion, this room would be… .”

    I assumed that this would be Karl’s room and his bed. There was no way such a wonderful room wouldn’t be Karl’s room.

    I’ve given him my bed before, so it’s only natural that he’d give it back to me.

    Or maybe I just wish it were so… .

    Regardless of the saint’s reaction, I felt better when I found out that I had woken up in Carl’s bed.

    I blushed without realizing it, and touched the pillow I had slept on all night. I instinctively hugged the pillow and sniffed it- just as I was about to smell its scent-

    The saintess spoke coldly, perhaps displeased with my face brimming with anticipation.

    “Oh, right! This is a guest room.”

    “……”

    “This is also where Sir Lewis often stays. He grumbles that his mansion is far away, but he often comes to ask to stay there.”

    “Ugh-”

    He threw the pillow he had been hugging far away, blaming the saint for telling him the most important fact so late.

    “Huh, you’re reacting so strongly, which is unusual for a noble lady.”

    “The saintess is also mischievous. Making an unmarried young lady sleep in a room used by another man… .”

    “Director- No, what’s wrong with Sir Louis? He’s cool. ”

    “That’s not what I meant.”

    As I was feeling uneasy and as if something had been contaminated, the saintess answered me with a chuckle.

    “Anyway! Get ready and come out, Beatrice. Everyone wait.”

    “Ready?”

    “You had a hard time last night. Do you know how much of a mess you are now? Your clothes were torn and stained with blood and dust, so much so that you couldn’t even wear them. Your hair was soaked in blood, and your face was stained with tears… .”

    ah.

    Now that I think about it, I remember getting beaten by Karl — by that son of a bitch who took over Karl’s body — and rolling around on the ground for a while.

    “And she cried so sadly… Even Sir Louis and I felt sad as we listened.”

    “……”

    My face turned red, as if I had made another embarrassing mistake.

    The saint stared at me intently and then extended her beautiful hand to me.

    “!”

    Her slender fingers brushed my eyes and cheeks.

    “Your face is swollen. I knew it would be like this because you cried until your tears dried, but you really look so pitiful and pathetic. Hurry up and wash up and come down dressed neatly.”

    I had the illusion that the cheek that had touched the saint’s fingers was still wet with tears.

    Well, I guess that means I’m a mess right now.

    But does it really matter? Whether it’s a mess or not-

    … .

    ah?

    “Where are the others…?”

    “I’m waiting downstairs.”

    “Do you have a knife too?”

    “The sword has already woken up.”

    “Have you been to this room?”

    If my appearance is as miserable as the saint said, I don’t want to show it to Karl.

    But if I had already seen it while I was sleeping… .

    “The sword is not so ruthless as to enter the room of a defenseless sleeping lady.”

    The saint smiled faintly.

    His seemingly innocent smile actually felt annoying to me, since it seemed like he knew his way around a knife.

    “I see.”

    “Oh, and don’t worry. I was the one who took off your dirty clothes and treated you. Please understand, given the circumstances. But I couldn’t ask Carl or Sir Louis to do it.”

    “……”

    I don’t know whether to consider it fortunate or regretful.

    I nodded quietly.

    Then he lowered his head and looked at the clothes I was wearing.

    It was a plain negligee.

    It was plain, but it looked expensive for a maid to wear, and it looked inadequate for a nobleman to wear.

    “I had no other suitable clothes, so I had no choice but to make you wear what I was wearing. I’m worried that I may have unintentionally offended the noble lady.”

    “That’s exactly right. Thank you for your attention.”

    This is serious.

    It would have been the same even if he had been completely naked or wearing rags.

    But I didn’t know that the saint would give me her own clothes.

    If I were in her shoes, I would probably just give her a quick treatment and throw her away… .

    I used to think she was just a sly female with big breasts who would put the sword to the test, but I realized once again that she was also a priest.

    At that moment, the saint took back the hand she had extended to me, placed it on her chin, and made a puzzled expression.

    “Is that right?”

    “?”

    I have no idea what this means. What the… all of a sudden.

    “Hmm~ I don’t think so… .”

    He tilts his head and smiles with a sense of conversion.

    “You know, Beatrice. From the moment I entered the priesthood, I didn’t want to worry about useless things in order to do good.”

    Then he felt his waist with both hands, as if measuring it.

    “I tried not to eat too much. Feeling full prevents me from moving around and conveying God’s will. But I didn’t drink until I felt thirsty. I didn’t want to get thirsty and forget God’s will and start looking for water.”

    “……”

    “Similarly, I stayed away from things that were too precious and things that were too poor. I had to maintain a moderate level of discomfort so that my nerves and sincerity wouldn’t be diverted elsewhere.”

    Her two hands slowly moved down her waist and toward her plump chest.

    It looked so tall it was almost ominous.

    Yeah, it’s a hideous, harmful lump of fat… .

    “But, you know. Because of this heart that has swelled up without knowing the right time… .”

    “Cheet.”

    “Huh? What did you just say?”

    “Oh, no. Please finish what you were saying~.”

    There is no need to show hostility anymore, so you have no choice but to listen quietly.

    “The changes in my body that came on their own without my knowledge bothered me.”

    She lowered her gaze and looked bitterly at the pair of vicious weapons resting in her hands.

    No, I’m just pretending to be bitter.

    Because to me, it looked like he was being proud and arrogant.

    “Because of this chest that doesn’t fit her thin frame, I had to be extra careful every time I made her clothes. From the habit for the Holy Eucharist to the clothes suitable for everyday life, and even the nightgown you’re wearing, Beatrice.”

    “……”

    “Therefore, there is no need to try to express your gratitude by saying something like, ‘It fits perfectly.’ It’s obvious that it doesn’t fit and you will feel uncomfortable.”

    Crackle – My teeth grind without me knowing.

    “Rather, I should be the one to apologize to you. I was rude to you by making a noble lady wear clothes that didn’t fit her. And besides… .”

    “?”

    Even though she is already feeling miserable, her sword does not stop.

    “I don’t know about pajamas, but underwear… .”

    “That, stop-”

    “The underwear was too loose, so I couldn’t wear it. So please forgive me. Right now, you have nothing inside-”

    Suddenly-

    “Huh? Where are you going, Beatrice?”

    Unable to bear the feeling of being defeated, I finally got up from bed and hurriedly went into the bathroom to wash up.

    Kung- I felt like I could hear the saint’s laughter through the hastily closed bathroom door.

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