The Superficial Saint Becomes a Young Girl, Relishing Her Exiled Life with a Love-Stricken God – Epilogue

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟔: 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 / 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐬

It was the morning after the summer festival had ended.

Waking up in my second-floor apartment with Kami-sama, I, who was about to open the shop, suddenly noticed a brand new wreath hanging on the shop’s door.

“Huh? What’s this?”

“It doesn’t seem to be something dangerous.”

With Kami-sama saying that next to me, I took the wreath in my hands.

“It’s freshly made. Well, it’s indeed a pretty one. . . . . .”

I gazed around. It’s a beautiful wreath, made by collecting only the most vibrant herbs.

I picked it up and sniffed it — and in that moment, memories vividly awoke.

On a hot summer day, my mother told the young me a story.

—Mom got married in the summer.

—The wedding was modest, but. . . Dad made a crown full of fresh herbs instead of a wedding ceremony for her.

And then, my mother recreated that crown for me right in front of my eyes.

A fresh-smelling one, filled only with strongly scented flowers of summer, much like the perfume Mom used to wear.

In the depths of the ring, there was only a single marigold inserted.

You wouldn’t see it unless you held this wreath and looked closely.


With the wreath in hand, I ran around looking for him.

But no matter where I looked, I couldn’t find the figure I was looking for.

“. . . . . . Dad. . . . . . Can I believe that you’re alive . . . . . . ?”

I sat down and hugged the wreath.

Did my father hear about this shop and think of Charte, think of Charlene?

Kami-sama put his arm around my shoulder. It was good to have warmth to cling to at times like this.

The wind blew.

The signboard with the shop name Hiraes, also my father’s name, swayed, making a strong, invigorating sound.

―𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉―

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