And so the First Prince disappeared.

"I'm breaking our engagement, Pauline." Pauline looked up at the First Prince, who was so tall she had to crane her neck to see him. He kept swinging his head left and right, his bangs fluttering about, and while his face was exceptionally handsome, she could only stare at him in bewilderment. Pauline is a trainee saint in service at the temple. One day, her fiancé suddenly appears and informs her of the engagement's dissolution. A broken engagement, a mean older sister, a saint—when you pack together these common tropes, the story somehow heads in a different direction. For the author, it's a happy ending.