Your Highness, The Lady You’ve Abandoned IS the Saintess!

Now, this ensures it.

This most definitely calls for some scolding.

After having forced my nose into something and letting go of my consciousness in the church’s back garden, I was greatly perplexed right after waking up.

It seems I was thrown into a filthy cabin-like room, with hands and feet bound, but the dustiness of the room and the hurtfully binding ropes only come as an afterthought.

Aileen carelessly got herself kidnapped after being summoned to the church’s back garden—or so if Selma hears of this, she will definitely howl at my ears till they bleed.

She’ll insist that I ought to put more thought into my actions, or that I should be more understanding of my situation; at any rate, she will not let me off for at least three hours at best.

Urghh…

Considering I am more worried about Selma’s scolding than my current predicament, does this make me a considerably calm individual?

I wiggled around like an insect on the ground, trying to figure out whether I could undo the ropes, but they did not show any signs of loosening, and only ended up tiring myself out.

Good grief, do they not know I’m a saintess? Isn’t this treatment way too severe?

This is the very first time in my entire life that I was confined or bound, you know?

I wonder what they want for kidnapping me, though?

Do they want ransom?

Are they going to sell me off outside the country?

Like a bargain sale in some sort of underground auction? 

Maybe with some sort of tagline, like ‘Saintess in the sale!’ or something?

As my thoughts stray way off towards the dark future, I shook my head back to sanity.

No good, I’m too disordered to think straight.

The old clergy talked about the risk of the saintess being kidnapped, but I thought that was only supposed to be by outsiders.

I mean, domestic kidnappers can’t really hope to hide me forever, do they? Even if that is possible—if say, they are doing it in hope of raising their influence or standings—wouldn’t needing to hide me defeat the entire purpose?

Maybe, if they threaten me into marriage then? But then again, I don’t have any dirt on me to make that possible.

I mean, everyone already knows that time when Maynard and I were severely scolded by his majesty, the king, for splashing about in the royal castle’s fountain when we were eleven.

The frog on his majesty’s crown when we were eight was totally Maynard’s idea too.

As for when I fell off a tree and suffered a fracture—Well, father ruled it out as my childish gamine.

As for other things—

…Now that I think about it, I’ve made all sorts of troubles, haven’t I?

But even so, in recent years, I’ve been conducting myself as an exemplary lady in public settings, you know?

I don’t believe I’ve made any scandals worth fearing.

Rather, even if you do things that would scare other ladies into a fright, I believe I am able to keep firm through them to a certain degree.

At the evening party of two years ago, I, who was then Maynard’s fiancee, had my dress spilled over a red wine by other envious ladies under the pretext of an accident.

When I calmly proclaimed that I will just change into another dress, all ladies including the perpetrator made a stir.

Maynard even told me that normally, that would send a lady to tears.

Anyhow, my sturdy nerves have been acknowledged by everyone and myself.

So even if you do, by any chance, acquire any dirt on my honor and threaten me with it, I do not think it will go well. Although it might be a little odd to say these myself.

Besides, when it comes to scandals, nothing really goes above Maynard’s breaking of our engagement. 

Ah, just the thought of it makes me ill-put.

I did previously say all waters under the bridge, but I guess the grudges brought by the image of his highness’ sweet grin and a first-rate smile that followed the words, ‘I believe there is no problem, is there?’, cannot disappear completely, after all.

‘Goodness…, what to do now?’

I can really do anything with these ropes, and I don’t know who else is in this building either, and now I’m getting hungry too. Is rescue coming anytime soon?

I’m not really the character to sniffle and mutter, I’m scared, or of that sort but nobody can blame me for feeling helpless.

That prince who keeps on coming even when not called—I would reevaluate him a little better if he uses that talent of his now.

I wonder if Firman will be scolded for taking his eyes off me?

If I make it out here safely, I will beg my father to get someone to teach me escaping techniques or how to cope with abductions.

I also want to kick the guts out of the person who planned this kidnapping, so maybe I should also ask Selma to teach me how to kick someone in the stomach unconscious.

As my thoughts slowly traveled toward the dark direction, I began to hear stirring outside the cabin, and when I turned my neck towards the door.

Huh? Isn’t this voice—?

‘Aileen!!!’

After the cabin’s door opened with a loud crash, then came the unexpected arrival of my former fiancée, Maynard.

 

MV/TL, that’s three updates for today. A short break tomorrow or maybe two days, then I’ll get back to translating.