The Fake Saintess Awaits Her Exit

When Latvan paused for a moment, the knights stared at him as if questioning why he was asking such a thing.

“Anyway, we might be able to charge him with a minor offense. Is the only thing left to laugh at the temple?”

The knight who had suggested tying up the man outside and leaving him replied with a determined face.

“At the very least, we can mock him, can’t we?”

“People will know that this woman is doing such things…”

“Sidel.”

At Latvan’s cold voice, the knight named Sidel fell silent.

“Be careful with your words. When you entered the Holy Temple order, you took an oath.”

“….”

Sidel’s face contorted. Latvan called him again.

“Sidel.”

It was a prompt for him to answer quickly.

“Understood. I will be more cautious in my words and actions regarding the maiden.”

Sidel bowed his head before Latvan, uttering those words and promptly left. The other knights standing nearby shook their heads upon witnessing Sidel’s departure.

“Please understand, Sir. Sidel is particularly…”

Sidel was a knight of the sacred temple who revered Latvan more than anyone else. The knights often joked that Sidel had joined this place solely to serve Latvan. That’s why, upon hearing the news that Latvan had humiliated himself in front of the saint like a dog, Sidel seemed ready to kill the saint at that very moment.

However, it was unthinkable for Latvan, who had just suffered a disgraceful insult, to admonish Sidel about showing respect towards the saint.

“I entrust the handling of that man to you.”

“Fear not. I will wake him up and send him away as soon as dawn breaks.”

Upon hearing the response, Latvan turned his body.

He walked along the corridor for quite some time, heading towards his office located at the far end. Upon opening the door to his opulent office, he was met with an equally resplendent ceiling and walls adorned with intricate carvings. However, the dazzling sight ended there. Inside the office, there was nothing but a desk, a chair, and a single bookshelf and drawer. The small room adjacent to it housed only a low table and a few chairs for occasional visitors.

It was desolate to the point that anyone would mistake it for an empty room.

Even when the knights or the temple officials who visited this place suggested that Latvan should decorate his office more, he refused them all. Anything that was not absolutely necessary was considered a luxury that the knights of the temple should distance themselves from.

Latvan took off his outer robe and hung it on the coat hanger before settling down in the chair in front of the table. Unusually, he sank deep into the chair. Then, he wiped his face with his hands.

“What was it?”

The face of the saint he had seen in the sanctuary kept swirling in his mind.

Ever since their eyes met in the central square during the day, his mind had not been at ease.

While he thought he needed to maintain composure, the events of that day kept replaying in his mind—the day the saint deliberately insulted him.

As a result, he volunteered to take over the night guard duty from the knights who went out for patrol. He hoped that walking alone would bring him some peace of mind.

As he walked alone inside the temple, he found himself heading towards the sanctuary, a place he would usually avoid. He wanted to walk in a quieter place away from the bustling crowds. It was then that he heard the voices of the saint and the man, and he instantly regretted his choice.

He would have immediately left the sanctuary if he hadn’t heard the voice of the saint calling out to the people. If it weren’t for that, he would have quickly left the sanctuary.

After throwing the man who had been on top of the saint, the saint stared at him for a long time. Latvan felt something strange in her gaze. It was as if she was looking at him as if they were meeting for the first time. In that gaze, the scorn that had always been directed towards him was nowhere to be seen. Because of that, Latvan met her gaze without avoiding it.

Is the person in front of me really Saint Evelina?

[Sigh]

Latvan let out a sigh, lowering his head. His mind seemed to be in turmoil lately. How foolish of him to indulge in such futile thoughts.

Latvan stood up and went to his desk. A few documents awaiting his attention caught his eye. His narrowed gaze fell upon the topmost document.

“Protection of the Prayer Assembly…”

Naturally, it was the duty of the Knight Commander to ensure the saint’s protection right by her side. However, this year, it was almost certain that he would be assigned a different task for the prayer assembly. As expected, the document was not about the saint’s protection, but rather a request for Latvan to oversee the entire management of the prayer assembly.

What should I do?

Latvan stared at the document for a long time. He didn’t leave his desk until the morning sun rose.