The princess went wide agape when I readily agreed to the banishment.

“You should be more remorseful! Cry, bow your head, apologize for your past discourtesy, and I’ll take your future treatment into consideration!”

“Why should I? I’ll just leave.”

“W-what… ha! I get it, you intend to leave and usurp some territory, aren’t you? I won’t allow that! I’ll even decide where you’ll be banished! Fake Saint, from now on, you’ll live in Noahweel Forest—a den of monsters!”

“Okay, got it.”

“What?!” The princess seemed exasperated.

I didn’t tell the princess this, but the instruction manual-like thing said that I could also fend of demons by creating barriers, and bestow protection on people, animals, and plants to improve their abilities and status.

Again, with my power as the saint, I should be able to survive. Thus, then rather than be treated like a freeloader (even though I healed so many people in the royal capital), I’d rather leave and lead a carefree life.

“You’re so ignorant, you don’t understand anything, Fake Saint! The Noahweel Forest is the source of the miasma, located near the border in the northernmost part of our country! There are vicious monsters swarming there! If you go there, you’ll be eaten alive by the monsters! Ufufu!”

“Yeah, not a problem.”

I can just defeat them. I’m practically invincible now with all the wounds, disease, curses, and poison I’ve accumulated in the city. Plus, with my saintly powers, I can purify the miasma and set up a barrier around me… it’s totally fine.

Still, even though I was summoned against my will, I was being banished… Well, the princess was insufferable, so I’d rather leave than endure that.

The princess seemed to dislike my attitude. She trembled and her face twisted.

“Hmph! You should’ve cried and begged for forgiveness instead of being so stubborn! You’re such a despicable saint! Well, whatever. I’ll be sure to give my respects at your miserable death!”

“Well, you can look forward to it if you want. But are you sure you want to banish me, the saint?”

No matter how you look at it, that’s just asking for trouble.

But the princess leaned back with an expression that read, “What a foolish thing to say!”

“Hmph. You’re just a fake saint. Don’t be surprised, but I’ve succeeded in summoning the true saint! I have no use for an insolent one like you!”

The people around her murmured. Even the prince’s eyes were wide open. No wonder the princess kept it a secret from everyone else—she wanted to expose and denounce me.

“Come out, I’ve summoned you, our true saint!”

Then, with the click of heels, a woman entered the hall.

She wore a very extravagant dress. It took me a moment to notice because she had such a fantasy-like appearance, but her face looked all too familiar.

Arisa…

Seeing the gorgeously-dressed Arisa, the people around her were buzzing. They were certainly more excited than when I was summoned.

“I-is that the true saint…? I see, she’s certainly more beautiful than the fake one…”

“The fake saint was really rebellious, constantly talking back to the prince and princess. In comparison, the true saint looks very ladylike…”

They’re completely being deceived by her appearance.

Everyone was entranced by Arisa’s cheerful smile. Even though she hadn’t used her power yet, everyone seemed to believe that she was the real one.

The only one who looked at the princess in doubt was the prince.

“Izarine, what are you talking about? The ritual to summon a saint isn’t that easy to perform.”

“But I tried and succeeded! Well, I’m the Princess of Fenzel, so it’s only natural! Isn’t it amazing? I did it all by myself!”

Arisa’s face lit up when she saw the prince.

Objectively speaking, the prince was handsome. Arisa must be targeting him, dreaming of becoming a queen and living a life of luxury.

“Greetings to you, Your Highness the Prince. I’m Arisa, the saint summoned by Her Highness Izarine…”

“Y-yes…”

“I was surprised at being summoned so suddenly, but meeting someone like you, My Prince… I guess it’s fate. Hehe.”

“Huh…? N-no…”

The prince seemed flustered—and for some reason, he turned his gaze toward me.

No, don’t look at me.

Noticing his gaze, Arisa also looked at me.

“Older Sister…”

Those words caused another uproar.

The only one who seemed to be aware of our relationship was the princess, as she didn’t look surprised. They probably spoke about me before.

“‘Older Sister’…? So the true saint is the younger sister of the fake saint?”

“Even though they’re siblings, Arisa is more beautiful in every sense…”

Hearing such discussions from our surroundings, Arisa smiled with satisfaction and called out to me, pretending to be innocent.

“Older Sister, I was worried when you suddenly disappeared… I can’t believe you were in another world… I’m so glad you’re safe!”

…In my previous world, she always treated me like a servant, and even stole my fiancé. When I suddenly collapsed, all she did was laugh!

To think that in front of everyone, she’d put on a beautiful, saintly face and play the role of “the caring younger sister”…

You really haven’t changed.

“You’re right, I was worried too. Arisa, you were never any good at housework, as you’ve always pushed it all onto me. After I left, you were probably living in a dumpster of a house. Are you well?”

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