Visiting Sutherland (9)

The next day, I woke up feeling unsettled.

I’d vaguely expected that Commander Cyril’s mother was a Saint, but hearing that the former Duchess was a typical Saint made me wonder what all my efforts had been for.

In my previous life, I had tried to ensure that a Saint would be a shield for the knights.

I’d taught younger Saints than myself to do the same.

I’d died before I could see it through, but I’d thought my intentions had been carried on, at least to some extent.

Had people like Canopus, who’d been my guard knight in my previous life, simply watched in silence as the ideal of a Saint became distorted?

Or had the ideal of a Saint gradually become distorted over the course of three hundred years, while it remained true to its original form during Canopus’s lifetime?

As I pondered that, I remembered that since I’d come to Sutherland, I’d planned to pay my respects at Canopus’s grave.

“That’s right, that’s right. Canopus loved this land and this family! His grave must be here. And with me on the case, finding it will be easy!”

After all, he’d been my guard knight. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that I’d spent more time with him than anyone else in my previous life...