“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 is 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.
