The Oblivious Saint Can't Contain Her Power: Forget My Sister! Turns Out I Was the Real Saint All Along! Volume 3 [Complete] by Almond

Author:Almond
Language: eng
Format: epub

(Monica Arendt)

Yesterday, the news had reached me that something called the ‘Faith Council of Saints’ was to be established forthwith. Naturally, I’d been invited to the preliminary trial as a potential candidate, but that was days away—hardly a matter requiring my immediate attention. At the moment, I found myself blissfully alone in the vast Arendt estate, luxuriating in a perfectly leisurely teatime. The snowy landscape outside presented a sublime vista, the perfect accompaniment to the heady fragrance of my exquisite herbal brew. However, my serene repose was abruptly shattered by a clamorously bang as the door to the room crashed open. My father, true to his usual intrusive manner, barged into the room.

“Monica,” he barked, his voice rough as gravel. “The selection trials for the Saint of Malcosias are in mere days. Shouldn’t you be preparing?”

Ricardo Arendt, Commander of the Scarletjade Kingdrakes, advanced toward me. His emerald-green hair was the same hue as mine, but it was there our physical similarities ended: his bulky, muscle-bound figure and deep-set eyes were polar opposites to my slim grace. He stood with his hands on his hips, towering over me. To the untrained eye, his stance might suggest annoyance or even anger, but I knew him best, so I could see past his intimidating exterior to the true sentiments reflected in his lapis lazuli eyes. Within their depths a glimmer of concern and affection shone for me, his cherished daughter.

“Goodness, Father,” I said, my lips slipping automatically into a smile. “Why, it almost sounds like you’re worried I might fail. Pray tell, who, according to all who know me in our vast empire, is the most renowned and capable wielder of holy magic?”

Father’s stern demeanor hardly phased me. I responded with all the confidence and pride that befitted my illustrious status. The eldest daughter of Duke Arendt may lack martial prowess, but let it not be said that she was anything less than a masterful mage, peerless in her manipulation of holy magic. (And just to be perfectly clear: This wasn’t merely my own grand opinion; it was an indisputable fact.

I had no idea why the imperial family had decided to establish this Faith Council or whatever, but I would graciously accept their inadvertent offering of a throne for me to ascend. Once I claimed the title of Saint, the path to becoming empress would be but a mere stride away! Surely Prince Gilbert would see that only someone as intelligent and beautiful as I could ever hope to be his equal, his consort. He would have no logical choice but to take the Saint of Malcosias herself as his bride.

Just wait for me, won’t you, my beloved Prince Charming? I simpered silently, my easy smile curving into a smirk. Meanwhile, Father seemed slightly perplexed by my evident delight.

“I do not question your awe-inspiring magic, Daughter,” he said. “But Princess Carolina will also be a contender at the trials. That one possesses unknown power, so you’d do well to be cautious.”

“Her?” I snorted dismissively.

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