She Was Supposed to Be a Decoration Saint, but She Seems to Have Awakened to Her True Power

Chapter 13: Marianne’s Escape

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Valtis tilted his head while wiggling his pointy ears. 

[Titia, what’s “Katari”?] 

[It means that you lied about being that person when you weren’t.]

[And “anadori”?]

[“Anadori” means “to make fun of”]

[“to make fun of,” “to confuse,” and “to execute” someone who lies about being Saint and makes fun of Saint and violates Saint?]

[That’s right]

[Hmm.
That makes sense].

The people gathered around, even Marianne, were listening to Valtis and Titia’s somewhat laid-back conversation, which did not seem to fit the atmosphere of the place, in a daze. 

The little figures floating in the air are otherworldly.

“The Spirits—”

Someone muttered.
The murmurings were transmitted one after another and caused a stir.
Some even prostrated themselves before the spirits. 

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But the spirits were not impressed by the awe of the people, and Valtis folded his arms, spun in the air, and shouted, [Okay!]

[The saint is Sylphia, but she tells everyone that she’s the Saint even though she is not Sylphia, and she’ll make fun of Sylphia, and she’ll execute anyone who hits her!]

[Well, what’s interesting is…]

Titia’s blue eyes looked at Marianne.
“Aah…” Marianne drawls, 

[I wonder why she says that?]

[She wanted to execute herself, didn’t she?] 

[She’s a strange person.]

[So, what is Shokei?]

[Valtis… It’s you]

Sighing, Titia shrugs her shoulders.
The way she blurted out [I can’t keep up with you.]  was kind of endearing, but there was no one to laugh at her.

“I-I’m going to be executed…?”

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Marianne was beginning to understand. 

The reason why the king was staring at her with cold eyes, the reason why Sylphia was tearfully pleading with her to change her ways.
Why the way people look at her is changing.

[I don’t know who you are… Sylphia says you are a saint and the old man there says he will marry Sylphia to Antonio].

“I-Is it true…?!”

Marianne looked up at the sound of Antonio’s voice, as if clinging to her.
There was the man who had once bent over her, who had found a ray of light and was about to leave her. 

And in the spirit’s words, Marianne knew that a thread of hope hung over her as well.
And that she was the one who had cut it.

“Sylphia… Sylphia… saint, her? 

[Yeah.
Yeah.
We recognize a saint the moment we see her.
She said that if Marianne prayed to her, she’d be also.]

Valtis looked behind him: Sylphia was unconscious from shock, lying limply on Lute.

Valtis’ gaze returned to Marianne.
His red eyes, swaying like a burning flame, seemed to have grown in color.

[But you didn’t pray.]

A chill runs down Marianne’s spine.
Marianne felt as if the ground was breaking apart and swallowing her whole.
Unable to stand, Marianne reaches out her hand to Antonio, but her supposed fiancé casually shakes it off. 

Marianne’s eyes widen and her red-blue gaze travels directly to him.

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[I don’t know you.
We have given power to Sylphia.
The true saint is Sylphia].

[Yes.
We don’t recognize anyone but Sylphia as a saint].

“I-I… Waaaa!”

Marianne sheds tears of confusion and fear.

The King stepped forward, made Antonio take a step back, and said with a serious face.

“Marianne Honeydale, you are the false saint.
As the oracles of the spirits have decreed, I declare your execution!”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!”

Marianne’s screams echo through the temple. 

“Why?! I can’t be executed! I haven’t done anything wrong!”

[What?] 

As Marianne cried, Valtis and Titia were unmoved.
They cared for no one except Sylphia, who had prayed to them and paved the way for them to enter the world where people live.

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Even at this moment, Valtis tilts his head,

[Because you’re the one who said so.]

“!” 

This only showed that no matter what Marianne said, the decision of the spirits would not be overturned.

“No… I don’t want to be executed… Noooo!

Marianne shouted again.
She lets out a muffled scream, stumbles to her feet and rushes to the door of the temple.

She pushed aside the people gathered there, kicking them as they kneeled in respect for the spirits, and rushed out, barefoot and without shoes, scattering his hair ornaments and bracelets, which she was so proud of. 

“Wait…!” 

“What the hell is this woman?!”

“Catch her!”

People were shouting back and forth.

But at last, Marianne’s backside disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the royal city.