My younger sister, the saintess of the century, attempted su*cide—and apparently it was because of me. In the eyes of everyone, I had become the greatest sinner.
“I’m disappointed, Aria.”
“Hilman, that’s not—”
“The Saintess is calling for me, so I’ll be going now.”
When I tried to insist on my innocence, my fiancé looked down on me, accusing me of slandering the Saintess. It was
an unfair accusation. My sister had simply thrown a tantrum to show her displeasure because I didn’t grant her
request, yet people pointed fingers at me as if I were the villain of the century.
“What’s wrong with granting just one request from the Saintess?”
“My sister is truly cruel.”
In a situation where everyone was pushing me to become the villain, I decided not to fight it. If that’s how it is, then
I’ll gladly live as a villainess.
“Fine. Let’s break off the engagement. Don’t ever look for me again.”
I abandoned my fiancé.
“Goodbye, Father.”
I abandoned my family as well. Just as I began to enjoy my freedom as a villainess, the healing power that should
have appeared in the Saintess appeared entirely in me. And then rumors started spreading that my sister’s healing
power had completely disappeared…
