Seijo ni Narunode Nidoume no Jinsei wa Katte ni Sasetemoraimasu ~Outaihi wa, Zensei de Watashi wo Fu

     Emilia—Sheena went out of the gate on the first tower. She met a man, the servant of the duke of Igner. He’s the servant in the mansion at the foot of the mountain. The duke rarely appeared in public in front of her, “No one should know anything about your relationship with me.”

     At a short distance away from them, there stood a priest watching.

     “I have heard what happened in the temple.What were you thinking?” he sighed. He said it in a small voice, but his voice sounded nasty and harsh.

     She knew she was wrong, but still she got angry.

     “What is the farce about the harassment of Liz Stephens? What’s more, Prince Keefa doesn’t seem to like it. You’re the saint of Colorado. If the temple becomes aware of your identity, then everything will go to waste. What in the world are you thinking?”

     “…!”

     “The duke’s terribly angry. No, I should say, he’s disappointed that he might have been mistaken about you.”

     The excuses that were swimming in her mind disappeared in an instant. Her back went cold, she felt a shiver go through her spine.

     If the duke forsakes and abandons her—there is nothing but fear. 

     She looked down. She had decided to live as Sheena, not as Emilia, but as soon as she saw Liz’s face, she couldn’t bear it. She wanted to win and be above Liz, she wanted to show it to her, her achievements. This is not good. You don’t know why you worked so hard.

     The man stared at Sheena’s pale face, who’s chewing on her lips.

     “For what purpose was it for you to change and be a different person? You decided yourself to do it, right? Remember it again.”

     She learned a huge variety of herbs and changed her face. Her ability to do healing magic also blossomed. The magician told  her that she’d feel a strain on her body, but it was more than she had imagined. At midnight, her face and body would ache. She ran around in the war in Colorado, she thought that she was going to die there, not once or twice. She continued to nurse people until she collapsed. She ate the same thing and slept in the same place as the poor. She was in tears, she felt thankful.

     Remember.

     She slowly raised her head, “I’m sorry. From now on, as Sheena, I will definitely meet his expectations. Please tell the duke.”

     She’s not Emilia anymore. She’s Sheena Blyde. She engraved it deeply in her heart.

     Inside the first gate, Liz was waiting for Sheena. The singing of the birds can be heard over. She leaned against the wall, remembering what she heard from Keefa.

     ——”Sheena, but I had to look into it again. In conclusion, I think it’s a lie that she grew up in a monastery all her life since she was a baby. The nuns that remained in the monastery for a long time, the patients in the hospital— especially those who used to go there — said that they have never seen Sheena.

     If Sheena was still a child at that time, the monastery was still small. There were a few people. It would’ve been famous then if they knew and had healing magic and the knowledge of medicinal plants. And yet.” Keefa’s face clouded.

     “The man behind Sheena, as you said, is Duke Igner. However, I cannot get and grasp their relationship. It is hidden in many layers, but I will definitely find it out. To prove that the duke knew Cecil in his previous life.”—

     When she saw Sheena walking, Liz straightened herself up from the wall. Sheena notices Liz and stops. Her face was terribly pale.

     ‘What’s going on?’

     As soon as Liz opened her mouth, Sheena deeply bowed.

     “The other day, I’m very sorry.”

     “What?”

     “About the medal. I misunderstood and claimed that you stole it. I’m very sorry.” 

     Liz was dumbfounded. Is Sheena apologizing for her mistake?

     “I was afraid that I’ve lost the medal I received from the king. I was afraid to honestly tell them. I was embarrassed and ashamed of myself.” Sheena’s shoulders were trembling, her head was still bowed down and she had a sincere look on her face.

     A quiet, dark feeling pervaded into Liz’s mind.

     ‘She looks like Cecil…’ 

     Much more than before.

     “I’m sincerely sorry. From now on, I will tell everyone present the other day that I was to blame.” with a determined expression, she started to walk away.

     Liz stopped her. “Please wait. I have something I want to ask you.”

     “What is it?”

      Liz didn’t give her time to think and straightforwardly asked her, “You know Emilia Kafen, don’t you?”

     Sheena’s eyes widened in great surprise and seemed to have frozen in that state.

     Liz held her breath and stared at Sheena. She kept a keen eye to her, a slight change in her facial expressions was not to be overlooked. 

     After a long silence, Sheena answered in a hoarse voice, “Yes, I know,”

     “…!” Liz was surprised. She thought that she would deny it. But she was even more surprised at her next  words.

     “Emilia passed away before my eyes.”

     “…What?”

     “Emilia had fallen before the Blyde monastery, where I was. It’s just before I went to Colorado. Emilia said she had escaped from the monastery she was in.  However, she, who was raised up to as a lady, seemed to have had a difficult escape alone. I’ve already found out that her life’s not long. I took care of Emilia.” Sheena clutched her hands in front of her with a bitter face as she recalled what happened.

     That’s stupid.What was she talking about? Liz looked at Sheena.

     “You weren’t in the monastery, aren’t you? You lied that you grew up there, right?”

　Sheena’s shoulder strongly trembled. How does she know so much? She was shocked that she knows. She looked down distressed, trying to think of something. Then, she raised her head up, determined.

     “Yes. Actually, I wasn’t raised in the Blyde monastery. It’s true that I was an orphan, I lived in various places. But by chance I met Emilia in front of the monastery. When I saw her and took care of her, I thought that I might be able to do something like this.

     I went to Colorado when the conflict had started and was then called a saint in Colorado. When it was decided that I was going to have an audience with the king, they said that the so-called drifters would not be able to believe it. The head told me that I was raised in a monastery. That’s what was told to the other nuns.”

     Her voice was quiet and calm.

     “The head of the monastery can prove it.”

     Liz was burning with impatience. That explains why Emilia was not in the monastery that she was sent in and that the former patients in the Blyde monastery didn’t know Sheena. She knows that’s not the case. Still, she couldn’t stop her anxiety and fear from slowly creeping up from the bottom of her body.

     Isn’t Sheena and Emilia the same person? The duke and Sheena had nothing to do with each other and it was indeed a mere coincidence that Sheena looks like Cecil. Impossible.

     She opened her mouth softly, staring at Liz, who was frantically racking her mind up. She seems to know Liz’s weakness.

     “The other day, the Prime Minister told me that if I had any concerns, I should consult with Prince Keefa.”

     Liz looked up, agitated. To consult? Why? Keefa is neither a priest nor a head maid.

     “Why—ah.”

     “Yes, I’m honored to have the support of the public and be the “Saint of Colorado”.  If I could appeal to the prince, I’d be able to likely increase the sensitivity of the royal family.”

     ‘No.’ Liz strongly thought. She doesn’t want Sheena to get any closer to Keefa. Moreover, with the prime minister’s permission, she can proudly stick to Keefa. She’d be very delighted.

     Sheena inwardly laughed and mocked Liz’s conflict. 

     Liz imagined that Sheena would have answered bluntly to the prime minister, “Thank you very much. I’d accept.” Liz’s sure. She bit her lips.

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