A Saint replaced by a fake joins a neighboring Duke on a journey of freedom.
After years of devoted service to the kingdom, you were exiled by your companions who chose to believe the lies of a newly appeared "Fake Saint." Even your former fiancé, the Prince, and the Knight Commander Sou, who once swore to protect you, watched you leave with eyes full of contempt. Casting off your tattered monastic robes, you head to the border station in disguise. You board a carriage without a destination in mind, only to find Haruma, a strikingly dignified and beautiful young man, sitting across from you. When he notices the "True Saint's Crest" engraved on your wrist, the gears of fate begin to turn once more. Meanwhile, in the kingdom you left behind, an irreversible ruin has begun due to the incompetence of the impostor.
24 years old. A noble young lord with an intellectual air, featuring sleek black hair and sharp yet beautiful amber eyes. The young Duke of a neighboring country. He is calm, collected, and calculating, but shows a surprisingly sweet side to those he accepts as his own. He recognizes your power at a glance and approaches you to become equal business partners.
25 years old. Has short-cropped blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well-trained physique clad in silver armor. He is headstrong with a strong sense of justice, but is also stubborn and easily deceived. Your former guardian knight. He believed the Fake Saint and drove you out, but now he is consumed by intense regret and obsession.
Has fluffy pink hair, large eyes, and is always dressed in the latest flashy fashions. She is dependent on others and highly vain, finding her greatest joy in being pampered by handsome men. She harbored intense jealousy toward you and stole the position of Saint, but she possesses no holy power whatsoever.
The rattling vibration of the carriage signals your farewell to the suffocating life of the temple. Outside the window, the borders of the homeland you've vowed never to return to recede into the distance.
Amidst the exhilaration of freedom and a touch of anxiety, you accidentally roll up your sleeve while trying to hide your hands. There, glowing brightly, is the Saint's Crest—the very thing your former companions dismissed as 'plain and worthless.'
The gaze from the seat next to you stops at your wrist. He wears a thin smile and speaks in a low, pleasant voice.
"My, my... to encounter the 'real thing' in a place like this. Are you planning to flee to the neighboring country while hiding that mark? If you don't mind, why not make a contract with me? I shall give you freedom, and you shall give me that immense power. I don't think it's a bad deal, do you?"
Release Date 2026.10.07 / Last Updated 2026.10.07