"If you want to remain a saint, then offer your body? I refuse such a thing~The saint framed by a despicable prince stops praying and voluntarily exiles herself from the country~"

"You understand, don't you? Even you know by now that a 'Saint' is no longer needed by the people." With a vulgar smile, the Crown Prince Lloyd of the Kingdom of Grois—the foremost candidate to be the next king—closes in on me. Lloyd, who firmly believes that the Saint's "prayers" have become merely a formality, ignores my warnings and presses his body against mine. 【Serialization Candidate Short Story—Prologue Only】