The eldest daughter, who had been continuously oppressed, learned that she could have her wishes granted. What she wished for was to save her family, so those around her called her a saint of salvation. "I forgive them. Yes, I forgive everything."

"If you're an older sister, give it to your younger sister. If you're family, if you're nobility. "I don't want to!" I've said this over and over again. It's never come true even once. No, I don't want to hand it over. Don't take it. When the crumpled notebook was smashed to the ground, my heart shattered along with it. I reach my struck hand toward the notebook. On the day I was chosen as a saint, what I wished for from the king. "My family—you all ____ed" Because it wouldn't make sense any other way.