The moment my younger sister happily told me she was pregnant with my fiancé's child, everything stopped mattering to me, and I decided to give her everything—my sainthood, my position as queen, all of it—but all she ended up getting was a truth that shattered her heart.

It seems my younger sister has gotten together with the prince. So I thought, why don't we just stay together like this and rot away to the end. I'll do as I please, and my feelings froze over. I never wanted the title of a noblewoman or a place beside the prince anyway. If only she had said even one word—that she wanted to switch places—I would have taught her all sorts of things before I left. I stepped back and gave my blessing, didn't I? No matter how much I was hated, there was just one thing I told her, and of all things... At the king's words, my younger sister would let out a scream that tears through the air.