r>For that, she didn’t care if it cost the people or caused them pain.”

The one and only saint on the continent.
A rare existence.

It satisfied Iris’s need for self-expression like nothing else.

The audience hall fell silent.
If you close your eyes, it seems as if no one is there.

Then, the saint’s soft voice rises.

“I have done nothing.”

“So you are saying that the Royal Guard is making up a story with the whole organization?”

Now there was a distinct coldness in the king’s voice.

The other recipients, who were still standing in line very close by, backed away from her little by little, staring at the saint with white eyes.

The flow of the moment changed.

I said that in a loud voice so that all could hear me.

This is what I, the one who was killed, had complained about many times back then.
But no one believed me.

I can indeed feel that poor Liesel from that time is still inside me.

I put in my claim for twice my life.

“A bad girl is not a pretty thing.
This Iris Zephyr is a rare criminal!”

The quiet place is filled with voices agreeing with me.

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I stood in front of the saint and instead of slapping her irrationally lovely face, I shouted what I wanted to say the most.

“You’re a saint, you’re ridiculous! You are such a piece of shit, Iris!”

I said it, even though it was foul-mouthed.

The room was horribly silent.
Even the saint was frozen like a statue.

In response, the captain of the royal guard moved.

“A criminal of the lowest order cannot be the crown princess.”

At his direction, Mac took the saint’s wrist and twisted it behind her back without telling her what to do.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re going to have to accompany me to the guard station, saintly bitch.”

Mac glanced at me as he tied the saint up behind her back with the help of his colleague.

He smiled slightly, then quickly returned to a straight face.

That day, the night of the graduation party, when I told him about my past.
Mac had stared at me, suspicious of the fire.
And he wanted to join the Royal Guard and prepare for a major fire.

The saint bent her body into a crook, but her face turned red and she pleaded desperately.

“Your Royal Highness, help me!”

The saint’s hair, which had been tied up neatly, was already a mess.
Her nose was dripping, but she was unable to wipe it off because her hands were bound.

The crown prince, with a pale face, tried to hold out both hands to the saint.
However, the king quickly intervened and brushed his hands away.

The king snatched back the tiara that was shining above the saint’s head with the force of a plucking motion and returned it to the small box held by the attendant.

The King then ordered the Royal Guard in a firm voice.

“The saint is to be confined to the Royal Hospital, where she will spend the rest of her life caring for the sick.”

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Then, as if remembering, he added

“Before you do that, take her to the Jumeaux family and have her treat Mademoiselle Mia.”

Katharina’s mother plopped down on the floor.

She screamed in tears.

“I thank you! Your Majesty!”

Catharina bowed her head and sobbed with her.
She was so excited that even her neck was turning red.

“No, this’s not right! I’m the saint!”

In front of everyone, a sobbing saint is forced to leave.

Her golden hair was shaking and her honey-colored eyes were wet with tears, and now everyone was looking at her with hatred.

No one felt sympathy for her, considering the number of victims who lost their lives in the burned-out ballroom.
The healing drama was a farce of her own making.

The moment Mac with the saint walked out of the audience chamber, I sat down on the spot.

It was over.

At last, I could absolve the saint.

I had revealed her sins and frustrated her ambitions.
Iris would never set foot in the royal palace again.

Having accomplished what I had been unable to do in my previous life, someone grabbed my arm from behind as I slumped like a shell.

It was the Crown prince.

He was glaring at me, his face contorted in a terrible hatred, as if he had seen hell on earth.

One crisis after another.

I can’t imagine what this crown prince’s anger will cause at all.

My throat twitches with fear.

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