I have grown weary of forgiving my sister, who has continued to take away those I love, and has even taken away my fiancé. If I could become a complete stranger, I would choose that path. At the remote monastery where I was sent, I came to be called a saint.

I had a plain appearance. My younger sister, who was beautiful and popular for her glamorous looks, always took away my crushes and boyfriends from me. My younger sister always made fun of me and laughed at me. In the end, she even took away my fiancé, the Crown Prince. I was branded as an older sister who bullied my younger sister, my engagement was broken off, and I was sent to a remote monastery. There, I eventually came to be called a saint, but that was...