Lady Lena resisted, but her efforts were in vain as she was taken away. Later, not only was it confirmed that she was no longer a virgin, but it was also revealed that she was pregnant.
Since her purity had been verified when she was chosen as the Saint, the father of her child could only be Edward.
Lena claimed that she had been assaulted by the prince, but the fact remained: she, as the Saint, had succumbed to a demon’s whispers and lost her purity. Without question, she was sent to prison. Considering her status as a Saint, she was granted the relative mercy of being placed in a noble’s prison. She should at least be grateful for that.
Next was Edward.
After receiving medical treatment for his injuries, he too was sent to a noble’s prison, as expected.
The King and Queen, caught attempting to flee, were also apprehended and imprisoned. They were to transfer all royal duties to the Duke, who would ascend as the new King, before their executions.
Events unfolded with astonishing speed.
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What followed were chaotic days.
First, Popes from various nations began arriving to learn my exorcism techniques.
Only those who had been granted the highest divine name, "Petro," upon becoming Pope, were allowed to learn the methods. These Popes would then return to their own countries to disseminate the knowledge.
There weren’t many Popes with the name Petro—only five across the major nations. However, all of the current Popes were notably young.
It seemed that my recollection of my past life had also been guided by divine intervention.
Naturally, as the one teaching the exorcism methods, I spent every waking hour in the church, fighting demons.
As a result, the public began calling me the “Saint.” But let me be clear—there was nothing glamorous about the bloody battles I faced against demons. Not even a shred of saintly radiance.
“Lady Rachel, um… His Highness Edward says he wishes to see you.”
Despite his imprisonment, Edward had sent countless requests to meet me.
“He claims he’ll die if you don’t visit him today. What would you like to do?”
“Haah…”
I let out a deep sigh, grumbling internally about how Edward had all the time in the world while I was drowning in work. Next to me, Philip chuckled at my frustration.
“Well, his execution is the day after tomorrow. You might as well see him one last time. You did care for him, didn’t you?”
This remark came from one of the visiting Popes with the Petro name, who, like Philip, was also an extraordinarily handsome man.
“He’s been my fiancé since birth. It’s more like conditioning, really.”
As I sipped my tea and said this, the gathered Popes—all dazzlingly good-looking—laughed.
In my past life, this would have been the start of an otome game.
Of course, all of them were bound by vows that prevented marriage, so nothing could ever come of it. But still—let me say this—it was a feast for the eyes.
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