“—Well then, Lucilia-sama, we shall prepare for the pilgrimage three days from now.”
To the imperial guard knight who came to report—[Saint] Lucilia-Sanctus smiled.
“Thank you. For the sake of the believers awaiting God’s words, I’ll also prepare for the pilgrimage by maintaining my health.”
“We are grateful for your consideration toward us believers. With Saint Lucilia-sama’s visit and words, everyone will surely put even more effort into gratitude and service to God.”
“I always think everyone’s faith is wonderful in their daily lives. If my words can help everyone’s faith, it would be joyful as a saint of Sanctus.”
“Lucilia-sama’s words alone would be sustenance for us believers.”
The imperial guard knight bows respectfully again while directing fervent gazes at Lucilia, then turns on his heels and leaves the office.
And after maintaining a saintly smile until the footsteps fade away—
“—Tch, what a fucking pain in the ass.”
Lucilia spat out profanity along with clicking her tongue.
“Really… they should just work seriously even if I don’t go on pilgrimages. If they can’t work without seeing the saint’s words and figure, they should just talk to a saint statue by themselves.”
She leans her weight against the chair’s backrest, throwing out her legs while cursing.
Sanctus’s [Saint] is said to be a person of pure and noble character recognized by everyone.
Lucilia also thoroughly maintains the appearance of a pious and compassionate saint in front of ordinary people and believers who don’t know the circumstances, and has never let that mask slip in public.
But—she only does that because it’s necessary to continue being a [Saint].
The true feelings of the human being Lucilia-Sanctus are different.
In the first place, Lucilia doesn’t believe in God’s existence, and she thinks of the pious believers as nothing more than obedient slaves who submit to them.
Regarding [Divine Word Church], which has House Sanctus as its headquarters, for someone like her who knows the inside story as a child of House Sanctus, it’s nothing more than a scam.
As long as she’s in the position of [Saint], nothing else matters—
While thinking such things and gazing at the ceiling, the office door was lightly knocked.
“Please, come in.”
Lucilia straightens her posture and prompts entry with a pleasant, saint-like voice, but—the moment she sees the person who entered through the door, she furrows her brow before returning to her attitude.
“Tch… who else but my fucking father.”
“…I’ve told you to watch your language and attitude, Lucilia.”
The middle-aged man in pure white priestly robes admonishes Lucilia’s words and actions.
Equitas-Sanctus.
Head of House Sanctus, pope of [Divine Word Church], and also Lucilia’s blood-related father, but—
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry about that. Then should I also be mindful of words and actions like my fucking father, such as screwing around with female believers every day despite being an old geezer, or having my efforts at making children become completely known to other ducal houses?”
When Lucilia spits out provocative words, Equitas returns words while making a sour face.
“…What are you saying? I was merely fulfilling sacred duties as pope.”
“Ha! That’s a perfect justification for Sanctus men to embrace women. If such behavior by a lustful bastard hadn’t reached the ears of Spiritia’s third son, I might have forgiven it too.”
During the regular meeting when some elf barged in, Aval, who attended as Spiritia Ducal House’s representative, brought up strangely specific details.
[This saint still has time left in her term, yet seems to be rushing to succeed to the head position]
Regardless of other content, those words stuck with Lucilia.
“That degenerate bastard said I was [rushing to succeed to the head position]. The story itself doesn’t matter, but to him, it appeared as if I was making moves to gain the head position. And [rushing] at that.”
Aval probably said [trying to succeed to the head position] because he misunderstood that since Sanctus’s heir, the eldest son, is only fourteen and immature, they intended to install the eldest daughter Lucilia as acting head until the eldest son comes of age and can handle ducal house duties.
But such things don’t matter.
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What’s important to Lucilia isn’t family circumstances or the ducal house head position.
What’s important is that Lucilia didn’t know the content Aval spoke of, and that Equitas made moves despite her still having time left as [Saint].
“—You bastard, you’re not planning to pull me down from [Saint], are you?”
To Lucilia’s question, Equitas returns silence with frightened eyes.
“[Saint] is supposed to continue the role until the next saint candidate comes of age if no candidate has reached adulthood yet. And since no saint candidates have even appeared in the current situation, fucking father started rushing to make children too?”
“…I have no intention of pulling you down from [Saint]. I was merely creating the next saint candidate in case you become unable to fulfill the saint’s duties.”
“Kaha! That’s certainly a brilliant plan!! I thought you’d given up, but indeed, by that time I’d be a hag past forty! Why don’t you create a holy mother role while you’re at it!!”
Lucilia claps her hands while laughing loudly with a cackle.
While witnessing Lucilia’s insolent attitude, Equitas remained looking down.
Anyone seeing this scene would have questions.
Why does Equitas, as both the head of the duke’s household and her father, tolerate Lucilia’s insolent and overbearing words and actions?
Why does he tolerate Lucilia’s insolent and overbearing behavior toward Equitas, who is both the head of the ducal house and her father?
However, perhaps having reached the limit of his patience, Equitas opens his mouth while his fists tremble.
“…If only you weren’t here.”
“Hah?”
“If only you hadn’t done unnecessary things, there wouldn’t be trouble for Sanctus.”
While glaring at Lucilia, Equitas reveals his anger as he declares:
“—If only you hadn’t killed the [real Saint]!!”
Immediately after uttering those words, Equitas’s body was forcefully slammed against the wall.
“Gah—!?”
Grabbed by the scruff of his neck, Equitas’s body floats in the air.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey… watch your words, fucking father.”
While gripping the staff she had at her side, Lucilia puts strength into her left hand grabbing his neck.
A large staff that exceeds Lucilia’s height.
“There was no such person. In the end, the Sanctus head decided that, right?”
At the head of the staff is attached a [chalice] with complex designs that emits golden radiance.
Holding that chalice is proof of being a [Saint].
[Holy Grail]
The secret treasure of House Sanctus that generates infinite magical power like water springing from a fountain.
Ordinary people cannot even touch the [Holy Grail].
Just a fingertip touching it causes intense pain, and grasping it would break even one’s mind from the agony.
Only those born with the special qualification of [Saint] can hold the [Holy Grail].
“So—this Lucilia-Sanctus is the real [Saint].”
Lucilia smiles while splitting her mouth wide.
“This… monster…!!”
“Don’t treat your real daughter like a monster, fucking father. Though you’re a bastard who’s made dozens of children to produce a [Saint], so you probably don’t have feelings for anyone other than the heir and saint.”
After directing a mocking laugh toward Equitas, Lucilia carelessly threw her father aside.
“So? The fact that you bastard father came to see me without even bringing a spear means you actually have proper business to discuss, right?”
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