The Lord Is With You (3)

Like most people, the Saintess's daily life was much the same from one day to the next.

She rose at dawn and prayed. After that, she ate, headed to the temple to tend to the sick, attended lectures, read scripture, prayed, and sometimes tended to patients again.

It was a life like running on a hamster wheel. Yet the Saintess had never once resented it.

Compared to her childhood, when she had trembled from cold and hunger in an orphanage, any life was better.

Her bed was warm, meals arrived on time, and everyone she passed and exchanged greetings with looked up to her with eyes full of reverence. It was treatment she could never have imagined in the past.

She was quietly proud of that. Having grown up an orphan without her parents' love, she had secretly thirsted for recognition.

Her public image was that of a benevolent, kind woman, but no such greenhorn could fight tooth and nail in the Holy Kingdom's political arena. Contrary to popular belief, the Saintess was calculating and clever.

That did not mean she was deceiving the public. She merely showed them one particular side of herself.

Her concern for the sick was sincere. The Saintess always did her utmost when treating them, and sometimes secretly treated patients who could not afford treatment.

After all, being the Saintess did not keep her confined to the academy...