I Became the Maid of the Lout Prince

After sending Lilith and her guardian, Ethan, back to the dormitory from the church’s private hospital room…

While tidying up the room where Lilith had just been, Seriste quietly pondered her own concerns that she couldn’t share with others.

“I definitely felt it…”

That mysterious yet familiar power she had sensed from Lilith’s body…

Seriste had been examining and treating Lilith up close for the past three days.

She could handle the strongest divine power among her peers in the church.

It was only natural that Seriste had diligently developed her talent as a priestess.

Now, she was skilled enough in handling divine power to deserve the title of Saint, surpassing even regular mid-level priests. 

Moreover, at her current ability, she was much more sensitive to even the faintest amount of divine power compared to other priests.

Seriste could clearly detect even the very faint power emanating from Lilith’s body.

She felt that faint divine power that one could never possess without receiving priestly consecration from the church.

“Perhaps she received priestly consecration from the church before…”

She considered that possibility for a moment, but it was completely implausible.

To prevent divine power from spreading indiscriminately, the Aurelian Church strictly managed priestly consecration, only performing it for a set number of people once every five years.

It was also a principle not to consecrate nobles or those of noble origin to prevent too much power from concentrating on individuals. [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

However, Seriste had clearly sensed a faint but undeniable divine power within Lilith’s body during the three days she had been in contact with her.

It was natural for Seriste to question Lilith’s claim of being a noble.

“Could it be that Miss Lilith is really…”

Divine power dwelling in her body despite being of noble origin and not having received priestly consecration.

Seriste, who knew what this meant, felt anxiety growing in her heart.

She could easily realize that Lilith might be the ‘real Saint’ that the Aurelian Church had once searched for so desperately.

…Unlike herself, who was a ‘fake Saint.’

Plop.

“……”

Sitting on the bed where traces of Lilith’s divine power still lingered faintly, Seriste quietly sank into thought.

Would it be a good choice to reveal that she had found the ‘real Saint’ that the Aurelian Church had been searching for?

For the sake of the Hero, wouldn’t she be more helpful in future crises than herself, who was merely at the level of a high priest at best?

…And if she were to reveal the existence of the real Saint, what kind of treatment would she herself receive?

The real Saint that the Aurelian Church had failed to find…

Although Seriste didn’t know the reason why they hadn’t found her, she was at least clearly aware of how precarious her own position was.

She herself was a fake Saint created by the high priests who had been on the Saint search team to deflect their own responsibility.

It had been five years since those high priests suddenly approached her, a prospective priestess from an orphanage, and abruptly made her a Saint.

At first, she had been satisfied just to eat slightly better food than usual and sleep in a soft bed instead of a hard one.

But as time passed and she matured, Seriste became acutely aware of how heavy the title of Saint she bore was. [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

There had been more than a few times when she wanted to abandon the title of Saint and run away, crushed by the pressure.

Perhaps what the world needed was a real Saint rather than a weak fake Saint like herself.

Seriste was convinced that someone like Lilith, who had the composure to face a huge monster like the Kraken calmly, would be much more helpful to the Hero and the world than herself.

…Of course, regardless of these thoughts in her head, whether she could actually tell the church about this truth she had discovered was an entirely different matter.

“If I were to tell the main church about this…”

It wasn’t difficult to imagine what would happen to her future once she was no longer useful as a fake Saint.

It wouldn’t matter if she was just stripped of her Saint status and returned to being an ordinary priestess.

Even if she was expelled from the church and excommunicated for impersonating a Saint, that was a level she could accept.

However, Seriste instinctively felt that the fake Saint title she had claimed couldn’t be ended so simply.

The moment she revealed that she was actually a fake Saint and had found the real one, she would undoubtedly be eliminated to cover up the church’s shame and silence her completely.

She’d be disposed of along with the dishonor of being a “priestess who impersonated a Saint.”

“I don’t want that…”

Why had she ended up in a position where she had to worry about such heavy matters?

She had vaguely realized the weight of her responsibility since she started acting in earnest to match the title of Saint.

However, she hadn’t expected it to be a title that required her to sacrifice her life for the greater good if necessary.

She had thought that since the real Saint hadn’t appeared for over five years, perhaps she had disappeared or was no longer a Saint.

If the real Saint truly didn’t appear, she had resolved to do her best as a mere priestess to be the Saint for the Hero alone.

Contrary to Seriste’s expectations, the prophesied Saint still remained and even retained the potential of a Saint.

In the end, she had to make the choice herself.

She had to decide whether to sacrifice her life for the world, bearing dishonor, and instead bring in Lilith, the real Saint, to the Aurelian Church…

…or to continue pretending to be the Saint as she had been, ignoring the approaching crisis without any countermeasures.

“Hero… We’ve only just met…”

Their connection started from their first meeting when he saved her from being attacked by monsters.

Even though they had only just met, he protected her without question from those who questioned whether she was worthy of being a Saint.

He was the Hero who continued to maintain her honor as a fake Saint, even attributing his own achievements to her as if she had done them.

He had even whispered to her when they were alone that it didn’t matter even if she wasn’t a Saint.

Seriste had long since fallen in love with the Hero, who was like a knight on a white horse from a fairy tale.

Choosing between her desire to remain by the Hero’s side for as long as possible in the future and the greater good of sacrificing herself for that Hero and promoting the real Saint.

It was too cruel a choice for a young girl of 20 who had fallen in love.

Swordsmanship Department, Hero’s dormitory.

Gyeongmwajogyegigwat Volt was the top first-year student in Luminor Academy’s Swordsmanship Department and the prophesied Hero who had accomplished no small feats.

He, too, like Seriste, was harboring no small amount of worry due to the incident two days ago.

The person who had changed the most compared to the original work since he had been transmigrated into the world of Luminor Academy as the Hero: Ethan, the Lout Prince.

No, the title he had encountered for him in this world was not anything like a Lout Prince from the moment they first met. [Only on Galaxy Translations! / Axiomatic]

To begin with, he was far from being fat enough to be called a Lout Prince; if anything, he was closer to a lean, muscular build.

Ethan of the Dual Swords.

It was a simple title, but it held meaning for him.

First of all, from the fact that it wasn’t a negative title like “Lout Prince,” he could sufficiently grasp that Ethan wouldn’t appear as a purely villainous character like in the game.

Moreover, now that more than seven months had passed since he first met him…

The Hero was clearly convinced that he was a different person from the Ethan Richard Blackwood in the original game.

Therefore, Gyeongmwajogyegigwat had initially considered the possibility that Ethan might be a transmigrator or regressor, but…

“Maybe it’s not transmigration, but regression.”

Due to the incident two days ago, the Hero’s speculation had changed slightly.

He had a bewildered and helpless appearance when he saw Lilith in cardiac arrest on the lakeside path.

Above all, it wasn’t difficult to determine that he wasn’t a transmigrator based on his attitude of angrily maintaining vigilance until the end towards himself, who was trying to perform CPR.

If he had been a transmigrator, he would naturally have had knowledge of CPR and would have attempted chest compressions to save Lilith before he arrived.

With one possibility eliminated, there were now two main possibilities remaining.

One was the possibility that Ethan was not a ‘transmigrator’ but a ‘regressor,’ returning from a future where he had died once to live a second life.

If not that, then the other possibility was…

“Could it be someone other than Ethan?”

There’s a possibility that someone else in Ethan’s life had changed him from ‘Ethan, the Lout Prince’ to ‘Ethan of the Dual Swords.’

Although the trigger was coincidental, thanks to this, Hero Gyeongmwajogyegigwat was getting closer to the right answer.

T/N

Hello! Axiomatic here.

We are back to the old cover! I’m doing this since I noticed the author reverted theirs as well on the original site. It’s been so long since I’ve last seen it and I’m glad it’s back. At least I don’t have to awkwardly scroll past the cover when others see my screen.

Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow!