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“Get out of here! You stink!”
“Hewitt-sama, I feel sorry for Onee-sama even though it’s the truth, ufufu.”
His Highness pinches his nose and Mira covers her mouth with her hand, giggling.
The paints I use are a little special and they smell a little because of the chemicals used to make them. The smell of the paint must have permeated my clothes and hair.
I was painting in my room until the Crown Prince summoned me. I was brought here without any time to change my clothes, so I may smell a little.
“Your Highness, may I take my paints and canvas with me?”
I want to paint even if I’m kicked out of the royal palace.
“How brazen! Both the paint and the canvas belong to the royal palace! The paintings you made with those tools belong to the state, too! They don’t belong to you! Leave it!”
The paints and canvas were given to me by His Majesty the King. I did not receive them as a gift—they were lent to me.
So all my paintings belonged to the King, and I was allowed to paint with that promise.
I liked painting, and as long as I enjoyed it, that was all that mattered to me.
His Majesty was kind enough to hang my poor drawings in his castle.
I painted a flame-clad spirit salamander in the kitchen, a dwarf in the smithy, Leprechaun the cobbler’s fairy in the cobbler’s workshop, Mímir the god of knowledge, who has only his head in the laboratory where Andvaranaut was made, In the stable there is a painting of the eight-legged horse Sleipnir, and in the great hall of the castle there is an image of the god Frey, the goddess of fertility and wealth.
I did not stick to my paintings because I knew that somewhere in the castle there was a painting I had painted.
But if I were to leave the castle, I’d like to have one or two of my favorite works at hand.
I wanted to take my paints and papers with me so that I could paint when I left the castle.
But the Crown Prince refused.
“What a ridiculous thing to ask for more than a castle to live in and eat in for free!”
The saint’s work is free. I was provided with a place to live, food to eat, and clothes to wear. That was enough, wasn’t it? I was greedy.
“All right, I’ll give up on paintings. Have a good day, Your Highness.”
“I wish you all the best, Mira.”
“Have a nice day, Onee-sama, I’ll be happy even if you don’t tell me.”
I bowed once more to His Highness and turned on my heel.
“I’m finally free from that old fiancee!”
“Hewitt-sama Onee-sama might hear you, ufufufu.”
I knew that His Highness the Crown Prince did not want to be engaged to me, who was two years older than him. But I did not expect to be treated like an old lady at the age of eighteen.
“Liserotte’s hair is so white, she looks like an old woman! It’s disgusting!”
“Ara, Your Highness, it’s not white, it’s silver, but it’s true that it’s a disgusting color, ufufu…”
My silver hair, inherited from my mother, is a rarity in this country, and is often looked at strangely.
“I like Mira’s golden hair that shines like the sun! “
“Thank you, Your Highness, I like my blonde hair, too.”
My stepmother and Mira, has shining golden hair and jade green eyes. They were both admired by everyone for their beautiful looks.
“You’re still here? Get out of my sight, you gray-haired hag!”
“Ara, Hewitt-sama, you should feel sorry for my sister~ ufufu. “
“Get out of this country because it will get in the way of Mira’s new Supreme Saint’s work! And never come back!”
“That terrible Hewitt-sama. Onee-sama has nowhere else to go but my parents’ home. But even at home, she was a disgrace, so there’s nowhere for her to go~”
For ten years, since I was eight years old, I have worked in the Royal Palace as the Supreme Saint, and I have finished my duties today.
My sister robbed me of my fiancee, and I was forced to leave the royal palace I had grown accustomed to without being able to say goodbye to His Majesty, to whom I am indebted.
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