By Some Unbelievable Twist, I Became the Villainess’s Older Brother

In truth, he was very fond of the disciple he had taken late in life.

Then again, had he not been, he would never have told her Enoch’s true identity in the first place. The Saint had watched the First Princess since childhood, and he believed he knew her character quite well.

The First Princess was so tenderhearted and kind by nature that the Saint believed he ought to take on all the dirty work himself. That was the greatest reason he had chosen her as the successor to the imperial throne.

“You are right. You believe I do not recklessly interfere in other people’s lives and deaths, do you not?”

“Yes.”

“Indeed. You aren’t wrong. I truly don’t. Still… I may have offered you a reason, but wouldn’t God save someone who looked about to die before His eyes without a second thought? He would want to help because He had the power to do so, especially if that person were weaker than He was. I am no different.”

Only then did the First Princess nod. When she considered it, her master usually refused to intervene in matters involving nobles who wished to preserve their positions, not in problems concerning the people.

Of course, he did not tend to reveal himself unnecessarily. Anyone saved by the Saint’s aid would likely believe they had survived through simple good fortune.

But in her eyes, this was no small matter. To extend that help even once, the Saint must have surrendered a strand of his own life.

The First Princess knew that this was also part of the reason he did not use his power recklessly.

She shook the thought away and hurriedly changed the subject.

“Master. Then what should I do from here? Sir Enoch-”

“I believe I told you. You must make him yours. Why? Did your conversation not go well?”

The First Princess smiled sheepishly at his rebuke.

“…If anything, I was the one who ended up being threatened. He seemed to know that I was behind the attempted assassination of the Crown Prince.”

At that, the Saint’s brow furrowed sharply.

“Did I not tell you? The fewer people who know your secret, the better.”

“But Sir Enoch-”

“Who said I was speaking of him? You already know whom I mean. That tutor in House Laochenes.”

“……”

“Tsk, tsk… How will you manage important affairs in the future with such a tender heart? In any case, if you cannot do it, I will take care of the matter. Be aware of that.”

The First Princess had lowered her head despondently at his firm words, but now she shook it in haste.

“No, Master! I can, I can do it. Your disciple will handle it. Please don’t worry.”

“Isabel. I know very well that you are tenderhearted and kind. But sometimes, to obtain something important, one must be able to cast aside something small without hesitation. Do you understand what I mean?”

“…Yes, Master.”

“Good. I am relieved that you seem to understand. …Now tell me in detail what you discussed with Sir Enoch.”

“Yes.”

The First Princess began recounting her conversation with Enoch to the Saint with a solemn expression. Facing forward once more, the Saint listened closely to his disciple’s story, deep in thought.

And because of that, he failed to notice the grotesque smile slowly spreading across the First Princess’s face beside him.

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“Your Highness! What is the meaning of this…?”

“Sir Enoch, I told you to stay still. It isn’t dangerous. You’re perfectly safe.”

‘What utter nonsense!’

The moment he stepped out of the carriage, Enoch had been slung over Adelio’s shoulder like a piece of luggage and carried straight into the mansion. Enoch’s face went white with bewilderment.