To be honest, people already have a fixed idea that saints are all like that, benevolent to a fault.
But I’d rather shout—
‘I never even thought of wanting to become a saintess!’
I didn’t ask for it, but I was one now.
It’s not like I’m holding a grudge for it, but why must I accept a fate that I couldn’t even refuse in the first place?
I hate it so much.
Who in their right mind would like it if it was like me, who was forcibly given the title of ‘Saintess’, then told to sacrifice my life and devote everything to others?
I have no use for such an honorable position.
However, this doesn’t mean I’m cursing out the other people who sacrificed themselves for the greater good.
I admire them. They’re great. It’s not easy to step up and think of others first.
They did that because they wanted to, no because they didn’t know they’d been signed up for the task.
Ah, I’ve been ranting to myself all this time, but the bottom line is that I won’t sacrifice myself for the sake of people I don’t even know.
Martyrdom isn’t really my style.
I’ll do my part as a saintess, sure, but I won’t volunteer to do more.
I didn’t want to go to the temple at all, but okay, I’ll go to the temple if I receive the oracle calling me there to become a saintess. There, I’ll be under their custody so they can protect me until I become an adult.
Before that, I’ll have to rehabilitate my dear younger brother Lisandro.
In the midst of my growing worries, I watched the two kids sitting on the picnic blanket, chatting after they played a lot.
Because I ran to get here, I stopped for a bit and breathed in and out deeply. Then after I calmed down, I approached them.
Frey, who made eye contact with me, jumped up and put on a big smile.
“Sister!”
“Hi, Frey.”
As he waved his hands with bright red cheeks, I greeted my favorite Frey.
Lisandro was also very handsome, but Frey was just on a whole different level.
He was a child with a certain air of mystery to him even though he wasn’t fully grown yet.
His beauty was so mesmerizing that he took my breath away.
With black hair that seemed to never get tangled up, clear irises that looked like honey-coated gold, even at a young age he exuded a strangely bewitching charisma.
It was enough for me to fall into a daze without knowing it.
He must be the result of God’s intricate manifestation.
When he grows up, he’ll be so beautiful that my image of him in my head would pale in comparison.
To the point that Lisandro’s soul would be completely ensnared.
“How are you feeling today?”
I sat next to Lisandro and looked at Frey.
He was a very weak, sickly child.
He often suffered from various illnesses, had fevers, and often collapsed.
When he grew up, he was still very sickly, and Lisandro certainly didn’t help since he just made it worse.
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