The Reincarnated Saint Aims For The Friendship End!

Cattleya’s POV

I, Cattleya Pickering, do not understand politics.

For the rest of my life, I’ve made it my goal to become an existence that only swings her sword.

That’s why I don’t understand the politics of mocking each other and sneaky imitations that are the norm.

Leaving the difficult things to the lord, that’s what a knight is.

I’m a knight, I’m still a student, and haven’t received any decorations, but a knight isn’t a position, it’s a way of life.

Now my head is hot and boiling.

The suspicion that Vivian-sama, to whom I offered my sword, had acted so despicably has become a fever and makes my head sizzle.

I’m going to throw my suspicions at my master.

Isn’t this disloyalty?

Am I making the wrong decision because I’m surrounded by Makoto’s friends?

Isn’t it an evil thought that comes from lust to be near Curtis-sama?

I must be confused.

Ah, why won’t the world allow me to just swing my sword?

I walk along the main street of the royal capital.

In the evening, many people walk through the city.

None of them have any interest in me, they are unrelated people, and I am very lonely with the fire in my head.

It is wrong to throw a faction mate into the pond just because it is unpleasant.

Just because the enemy faction is in the way, it’s wrong to wear masks and attack with three times the numbers.

If Dokuro Man was truly my Onii-sama, I would cut off the person I should love.

And let’s hate the politics that makes my kind Onii-sama do such a thing.

If politics makes you do wrong things, I don’t need politics.

If your lord is wrong, the correct action for a knight is to reprove him with the determination to condemn him.

At least I think so.

The second official residence of Duke Pottinger comes into view.

Vivian-sama lives here and goes to school by carriage.

The Magic Academy has a boarding system, but I heard that they were granted an exception due to the pretext of being sickly.

I informed the sentry at the gate of my intentions and waited.

“Cattleya”

“Onii-sama……”

One of his hands was wrapped in bandages.

A bandage was wrapped where I had just inflicted a wound.

My killing spirit leaks out.

Onii-sama put his hand on the sword on his waist.

No, not yet, let’s ask Vivian first.

“Cattleya, you are too single-minded. That is why…” Onii-sama starts.

“I think a knight who doesn’t have pride is as good as dead, Onii-sama,” I said.

“That’s not it, that’s not it at all, Cattleya,” Onii-sama, looking sad as he shakes his face.

The anger quietly settled in the bottom of my stomach.

I enter the second official residence with Onii-sama.

“Where is Vivian-sama?” I asked.

“Hey, what are you going to do?” Onii-sama asked.

“I would like to ask her about the past.”

“… What if I won’t let you?”

“I am determined to draw my sword if necessary,” I said.

Onii-sama looked at me with a hurt face.

“Are you going to make me kill my sister, Omae?”

“If I can’t be a knight, then I don’t mind being cut down by you, Onii-sama.”

“Cattleya…”

Onii-sama frowns.

Ah, that expression is the expression he uses when I do something wrong, when he does something wrong, and when I scold him.

Onii-sama is kind, so he doesn’t want to say strong things to anyone.

My heart aches.

I loved my Onii-sama so much.

But a knight is a foolish creature who wants pride more than love.

Love can’t convince them.

The interior of the second official residence was lavishly furnished, showing off that it was a special place.

With thuds, Onii-sama and my footsteps echoed in the hallway.

We go up the stairs.

Vivian-sama is probably in the office on the third floor.

“You can still turn back, stop doing stupid things, Cattleya,” Onii-sama said.

“Idiocy is a compliment to a knight, Ojii-sama taught us that,” I said.

“Cattleya, if I lose you, I… I will…”

“I’m sorry for being a bad imouto, Onii-sama, I loved you too.”

“…… And now?”

“I am deeply dismayed.”

Onii-sama held his chest and hung his head.

Ah, politics that makes my beloved Onii-sama like this, I hate politics.

The maid opened the heavy black double doors.

Vivian-sama is in the back of the room.

Red.

Her appearance, which is unified in fiery red, is elegant and beautiful.

Next to Vivian-sama, there was Deborah Wyeth, the Chicken Lady, and Grave, who was in charge of secret battles.

“For some reason you’re here, Cattleya, I don’t remember calling you,” Vivian-sama said.

“Vivian-sama, I am overjoyed to see your face,” I said, entering the room and bowing.

“Forgo the greetings, tell me what you are here for,” Vivian-sama said.

Onii-sama is diagonally behind me, close enough to pull out his sword and deliver a blow to the kidneys.

“With all due respect, I ask you to answer some of my doubts,” I said.

“What do you mean? House Pickering are knight retainers of ours, and there are things they can’t be told about our secrets.”

It was a dignified lady-like response.

If it was me before, I would have been so happy to receive a direct answer.

For some reason, the bottom of my heart is quietly cold now.

“Is it true that you pushed Andrea Melissa-sama, the Viscount’s daughter, into the pond?”

“… I don’t feel the need to tell you that,” Vivian-sama said.

“A non-answer, if you may?”

“…That girl was saying stupid things like reconciling with the baker’s daughter, so I ordered Deborah to punish her,” Vivian-sama said. “She was presumptuous, unfitting a viscount’s daughter.”

“It’s as Vivian-sama says,” Deborah said. “And then I pushed her in the pond to discredit the false saint. It was funny, Meliss-sama turned into a carp in the pond.”

“Didn’t you think she might die?” I asked.

Deborah-sama looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

“Dying? In the pond? That couldn’t happen, could it?”

Ah, I see, as Makoto said, this bitch didn’t grasp the situation accurately.

Stupid, huh?