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

The saintess will now obediently go home~

That said, I immediately left the capital the very next day and headed to the ducal territory, which takes five days of horse travel.

The letter of my friend which I received prior to my departure stated that Lina collapsed due to shock.

Mhm, a little pitiful, but I must apologize for having no sympathy to offer. I mean, I still remember the kind of gaze she sent my way during my engagement’s annulment after all. 

 You may have not become the saintess, but you still have Maynard by your side. Just be happy as the future crown princess. Isn’t that adequate enough?

By the by, upon the notice of my intention to return to our territory, the castle has sent me a staggering number of escorts.

Apparently, saintesses are sought after often.

This kingdom sees the existence of a saintess with potent healing power as a stabilizing tool, but apparently, they are seen as existences of prosperity in other countries; I heard that there are fools who entertain the idea of keeping them to themselves.

But then again, although they always mention potent healing prowess, I have yet to feel any such indication at all. I have always been able to heal minor wounds, but it’s nowhere near astounding as hoped for. Are they truly certain that the glass ball—or sacred orb, as they call it—was not mistaken?

But then again, being so delicately protected by these sets of knights is not unpleasant at all.

‘Lady Airin, shall we take a little break next to the river?

With the coach halted, the knight who opened the door of the coach reverently offered his hand as he spoke. His name is Firman. His tall figure, well-proportioned muscles, and short freshly brushed-up brown hair complement themselves together to his very dashing appearance.

‘Lady, you are drooling.’

‘Oh my,’

Warned by Selma, my accompanying maid, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Well, you cannot blame me. Firman is just that fine a gentleman, after all! He is pleasant to the eyes! And I would very much like to be pinned to the wall by his tall stature!

Feeling down due to exposure to Selma’s look of disdain, Firman supported me down to the coach’s steps.

Firman is really tall. I am somewhat below the average height for women, but my head barely reaches his chest. I would very much like to be pressed by those healthy pectoral muscles. I am heartbroken, so no one can blame me for wanting to be consoled by a handsome man.

When I asked him, he was apparently 28 years old, and a single one, at that. Ten years gap, huh. I like the idea of being spoiled by an older husband. 

I almost lost myself in my fantasies but Selma’s tap brought me back to reality. Oops, I am well aware. I will not drool, Selma.

‘We shall reach the duchy in a day lady. Please endure for a little longer.’

Now Firman gently consoles me! I just want to surrender weight to him! Firman, would you like a wife? I am a good bargain, you know? I want to go and ask him just that.

I went ahead and conveniently nominated myself as his wife within my thoughts.

Apparently, he will remain as my personal escort during my stay at the duchy. It would be nice if love develops between us, or something—kyaaaa!

However, life does not always go so well.

My arrival at our country house was welcomed by an unexpected individual.

‘What brings you here, highness.’

The moment Maynard, who was then leisurely drinking his tea, entered my field of vision, my mouth immediately opened and spat.