The Former Supreme Saint, Who Lost Everything to Her Sister, Is Cared For by the Crown Prince of Ano

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“Thank you so much! I’d like to do something for you, little girl. Is there anything you want?”

“Is there anything I want… I’m sorry?”

As a sister and former Supreme Saint, I was just following up on my sister Mira’s treatment.

“In spite of appearances, this old man is the exclusive blacksmith of the Ludendolf royal family, and I’m the exclusive seamstress of the royal family. I’m taking a break right now because of an injury, but I’m going to work as hard as I can when I get better! So if there’s anything you want, don’t hesitate to ask!”

The woman smiles and pats her chest.

“Then I’ll take your word for it… I want to go to the Ludendorf Empire, too. If you don’t mind, could you take me with you?”

The couple look at each other.

“All I need is a ride on the ship. I’ll earn money for food by cleaning and washing dishes on board!”

There was a brief silence. It’s impossible, isn’t it? It’s presumptuous to ask for a ride on the ship just because I did a little healing magic on them.

I’ve been in the palace all this time, so I don’t know how much it costs for a ship ride to the Blume continent, where the Ludendolf Empire is located. But I’m sure it’s not cheap. It was shallow of me to ask two people I had just met to pay for it.

“Hahahaha!”

“Fufufufufu!”

Suddenly the couple burst into laughter. Did I say something so funny that they laughed?

“No, that’s not it!”

“Of course it’s OK! We are going back to the Ludendolf empire. Come with us!”

This time, I was taken aback. I can’t believe they agreed so easily.

“Thank you! I will never forget your kindness!”

I bowed deeply.

“Raise your head, I’m the one who should thank you. You healed my husband’s back pain and the numbness in my arm.”

“That’s right, I couldn’t work because of my injuries and the business was going down the drain.”

That’s a relief. They are both very nice people.

(Stomach Rumbling)

I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and my stomach is growling.

My cheeks turn red with shame.

“Don’t worry about your food! You’re our benefactor, so I’ll feed you to the fullest!”

“That’s right, don’t be shy! You saved our lives! We’ll feed you to the hilt!”

The couple I met in the port city were kind people.

“I’m Gueret. This is my husband, Delhi. What is the lady’s name?”

“My name is Liserotte Nic…”

I almost said Liserotte Niclas, but then stopped myself in a hurry.

“Just Liserotte, no last name.”

I am no longer Liserotte Niclas because my father disowned me. I can’t use the name of a duchess.

“Liserotte, your name is elegant, as is your face.”

“Well.”

I tilted my head. When was the last time anyone called me elegant?