Volume 1 Chapter 90 Francois Rest's Last Struggle
Sir Stefan turned to face Francois, shielding me from behind.
Sir Roxas, who had been holding Francois's hand tightly, winced as Francois scratched the back of his hand and instinctively let go.
In that moment, Francois pulled away from Sir Roxas.
Even though she was moving away──looking around as if searching for an escape──she grabbed a plate from a nearby table in frustration and smashed it to the ground.
"With something like this, a fried shrimp...!"
Eir-Eir immediately swooped in, saying, "Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin!"and gobbled up the flying fried shrimp.
"What is this bird doing? And what are you, big sister, and Sir Roxas thinking...?!"
"Francois... You've shown me a long dream, haven't you? Because of that, I almost hurt Lydia and caused chaos in the country."
Sir Stefan said in a calm voice.
That was true.
Sir Stefan spoke slowly and carefully.
He chose his words so that I could keep up with the conversation, speaking each word clearly.
He never used harsh words.
he never discriminated against anyone, like he did with Sir Ciel.
Things changed when Francois started being by Sir Stefan's side.
"What do you mean, Sir Stefan...? You said you loved me, right? You said you would marry me. You called me the saint, saying I was the only saint...!"
"You are not a saint. You are a witch."
Sir Stefan shook his head.
His loosely curled golden hair swayed gently.
Sir Roxas and Sir Rail stood next to Sir Stefan.
Then, behind Francois, Sir Ciel and Mr. Lucian arrived, probably noticing the commotion.
Leonsroar and Saintwise were surrounding theirs to prevent Francois from escaping and to protect the noble guests.
"I've been dreaming all along. A dream where you are the saint and Lydia is the villain. I remember everything I've done and said. I degraded Lydia, and then, Ciel... I mocked the gem people in the palace. I feel pathetic."
"It's good to see you back to your senses, Your Highness. Regret and repentance can come later."
Sir Ciel said calmly.
Eir-Eir returned to my head.
After eating a lot of fried shrimp, he was fluffier than before.
"My big sister shouldn't have any magical power; she should just be useless... I'm the saint, I'm going to be the saint. I'll gain the power of the saint, and then I'll marry Sir Stefan of the Bernard family. I'll have it all...!"
"Stop it. Just give up, Francois. I remember everything. Five years ago, you cursed my father to death. You told me to give you the holy sword if I wanted to save his. But that was all a lie. My father is still cursed, and I have been manipulated by you all this time."
"Sir Stefan, I don't understand what you're saying. I'm scared... Sir Stefan, you've been tricked by my sister too, right?... Help me, someone, help me...!"
"Delusional..."
Sir Roxas spat out.
With Francois's words, a rustling sound like waves began.
Some people from Saintwise and Leonsroar, along with some nobles, were approaching me with empty eyes.
"Eh, eh, what, no, don't touch me...!"
I ran away from those reaching out to grab me.
"Princess...! This is bad, are you being controlled?"
Sir Rail protected me as a knight from Saintwise drew his sword, blocking it with a hidden dagger.
"Fake, fake...!"
"The saint is Lady Francois!"
"You wicked woman who deceives His Highness!"
"Villainous Lady Lydia of the public diner! Stay quiet!"
I heard words I couldn't ignore and, while being shielded by Sir Rail, I retorted, "It's Lobelia!"
But that wasn't the main issue.
"Noctis, restrain the madmen from Leonsroar! Stuff Lydia's shrimp tempura into their mouths one by one!"
"Leavis, do the same with Saintwise. Use binding magic."
Under Mr. Lucian and Sir Ciel's orders, the sane knights and mages from Leonsroar and Saintwise restrained those who were chasing after me, stuffing shrimp tempura into their mouths.
The noblemen were being beaten down to the ground by Sir Rail.
Sir Roxas protected me as I ran away.
Screams from noblewomen echoed from all around.
"I'll ask you what you are and your purpose later. In the name of Leonsroar, I will bind you."
"The crime of trying to disturb the country is serious.... Whether you are the witch's daughter or not, you are dangerous."
Mr. Lucian grabbed one of Francois's hands and tightened his grip.
Black vines stretched from Sir Ciel's feet, entangling the mad soldiers and trying to wrap around Francois as well.
Sir Stefan looked at Francois with a gaze of pity.
"It's over. Return the holy sword. And lift the curse on my father, Francois."
"It's not over yet. I have a role to play.... I will become the saint. Yes, I will become the saint. Sister, you were hiding your magic power. That power will be mine... Everything is for mother."
From Francois's hands, a sticky, spider-like thread was scattered everywhere, wrapping around the shrimp tempura and miso soup on the plate, making it impossible to eat, and breaking the dishes.
The thread wraps around Mr. Lucian's sword and Sir Ciel's body.
Mr. Lucian cuts the thread with his sword, and the thread that was about to touch Sir Ciel instantly froze.
"Sister, I'll take that power for myself."
With Francois's words, the ground beneath my feet became strangely soft.
It felt like I was being pulled into a bottomless swamp, and my body sank into the ground.
It happened in an instant, and I couldn't grab the hand that Sir Stefan reached out to me.
Hearing my name called from a distance, my consciousness faded away into darkness.
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