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

–Promises are promises.

When I woke up in the morning, I realized that I slept holding Maynard’s hand the entire time. The figure of the prince dozing off, sitting at the corner of the bed made me swallow my breath.

I don’t remember anything else other than feeling sleeping while I was talking with him; did he remain sitting here the entire time?

He could’ve lied beside me. Sleeping while sitting would be too harsh on his neck and hips!

I was in the middle of worrying my mind about him but the sight of my hand holding his brought me back to my senses.

The three step distance!

Maynard has been in promise breaking streaks since yesterday!

I took my left hand back from his and rose up, holding a pillow.

Uhm, three punches for that time I was held captive in the cabin, a punch from that time in the carriage, and another one for yesterday night; that sums everything to five punches in total, right?

I grasped the pillow strongly with both of my hands and mercilessly started clobbing Maynard’s head with it.

‘Wha– Uargh!’

Maynard woke up by the first strike, but I kept nonchalantly kept hitting him nonetheless.

He should be thankful I didn’t do it with my fists.

I compromised with using pillow instead because he did tell me all about saintesses yesterday.

After resolutely hitting Maynard with pillows five times, I gave the bewildered prince a business smile.

‘Three steps!’

‘…Aileen.’

Maynard pitifully calls my name but I don’t care.

I promised to do it, after all. The distance rule was still in effect, you know?

But well, he’s a little pitiful, and he did save me yesterday, so I’m slightly deliberating whether to withdraw that three step rule.

But not right now. He should keep his three step distance from me. Rather, he should hurry up and leave the room already. Or else-

‘Goodness! Your Highness! What is your business in our lady’s room this early!?’

See, I told you.

As Maynard left the door open yesterday, Selma, who came to my room to wake me up, saw him immediately.

Selma’s visage seemed to prickle with static as if to say to the prince, ‘get away from our lady this instant, you cur!’ prompting Maynard to tumble around as he hurriedly left the room.

The sight of it made me burst into laughter.

Selma, Maynard doesn’t have the courage to assault a lady. That kind of face is not really necessary.

I mean, his way of leaving the door of the room open also speaks of his intention to not do anything.

After having Selma assist me in changing into my dress, I left the room towards the main dining hall. As Rev. Robert already left yesterday, the only ones in the dining hall are Maynard, Sir Berland, and– Huh? I don’t see Firman anywhere, I wonder why?

Maynard, realizing that I was fidgeting around searching for Firman, spoke to me, displeased.

‘If you’re looking for Adler, he already left early in the morning.’

‘Huh? Why!?’

I haven’t even talked to Firman properly since I returned yesterday. Sir Berland who saw me flustered only handed me a letter and spoke.

‘Because he is Firman Adler.’

I took the letter from him and softly opened it.

Reading the courteously written letter halfway made me bit my lip.

‘…Selma, I’ll put up breakfast for later.’

‘Lady?’

I ran off to leave the main dinning hall. I believe Selma was about to follow me but I heard Maynard’s voice stopping her.

I see. So Maynard, knew about it all along.

I speedily climbed through the staircase.

How foolish of me to be blinded by joy from my surroundings.

Even though, Firman himself had not once ever said that he loved me.