Saint Christine

The crowd’s taunts turned Lily’s face green!
She was panicking—terrified!

She knew she’d never met this bastard—no secret meetings, no kisses!
The “hickeys”? Pure lies!

But—yes, her back did have strawberry-shaped marks.
But they weren’t hickeys—birthmarks!

This scoundrel must’ve somehow known about her birthmarks—and used it against her!

Now she was trapped.

If she didn’t show them—people would think she was hiding something.
If she did—she’d never explain it away!

These gossip-loving noblewomen would never believe it was a birthmark!
Rumors would spread—ruining her reputation!

How could she marry now?!

She was still waiting for a prince to ride a white horse and take her away!

“No way! Think! How could I ever meet in secret with such a filthy servant?!”

With no way to defend herself, Lily could only weakly protest—her words falling on deaf ears.

Seeing her guilty expression, even those who doubted before now grew more suspicious.

“Wait… could Lily actually be involved with him?”

“Probably! Otherwise, why won’t she show her neck to prove her innocence?”

“Unbelievable. Lily was screaming she’d marry a prince just yesterday—now she’s desperate enough for a pirate?”

In a quiet corner, Black smirked coldly.

So you love framing others?
Today, feel what it’s like.

The fact that Lily had strawberry birthmarks was mentioned in the novel.
He’d just used it cleverly.

“Lily, you were with me last night—what’s there to fear? Just show them!”

Marsha didn’t know about her sister’s birthmarks.
She knew they’d been together all night—no passionate kissing with some pirate!

But she couldn’t understand why Lily was so nervous.
If it’s not real, it’s not real!

In desperation, Marsha acted.
She yanked Lily’s coat—off.

With no cover, Lily’s entire neck was exposed.

The moment everyone saw the scattered red spots, the air froze.

Silence.
Even the Dragoncleaver Guards on duty turned, curious.

“No! No! These aren’t hickeys—they’re birthmarks!”

Lily covered her neck, crouching down, screaming in despair.

But her words meant nothing.
The judging eyes pierced her soul.

Marsha stood dumbfounded—realizing she’d made it worse—then grabbed Lily and fled in shame.

“Never thought it—a duchess with a pirate…”

“So many hickeys… must’ve been passionate!”

“But… this guy really went all out. I mean… Lily’s kind of…”

The crowd chattered, then dispersed—eager to spread the juiciest gossip of the year.

The slanderer, slandered.
A perfect revenge for Elaina.

As for Black? His reputation took a hit—but he didn’t care.
He wasn’t part of the noble circle anyway.

“Pfft—haha!”

A bell-like laugh came from the side.

Black turned—Krystin, the Church’s Saintess.

She stood there, a soft smile on her lips, her clear eyes sparkling with amusement.
The silver lily on her chest swayed gently in the sea breeze.

Just standing there, she radiated a pure, ethereal beauty—like a flower bathed in moonlight.

“You were lying just now, weren’t you?”

Krystin stepped closer, hands behind her back, slightly bending forward—curious.

“You never met Lily last night.
And there was no ‘passionate kiss,’ right?”

She paused at “passionate kiss,” her cheeks turning slightly pink before continuing.

Hss…

Of all people, why did she have to see it?

Black sighed.
Getting caught by anyone else would’ve been fine—but the Saintess?

[Name: Krystin]
[Identity: Saintess of the Church of Creation]
[Class Level: Lv.45 Mid-Tier · Starlight Priestess]
[Favorite Food: Flower-based dishes—e.g., Silver Lily Lotus Seed Soup]
[Hobbies: Prayer, study, charity teaching, volunteer work, healing, exorcism]
[Critical Info: A perfect saintess never disappoints anyone’s expectations]
[Expected Fate: Fall into a Dragon-Demon Hybrid]

Krystin was a major supporting character—and villain—in the game.
Her talent was terrifyingly high.

It was said that when she was born, divine light rained from the sky, and every withered tree within a hundred miles sprouted new branches—making headlines across the empire.

The Pope felt it—visited her parents the next day, tested her magic potential—and declared her the next Saintess.

Though her class was Priestess, her magic talent was so high she could easily learn all mid- and low-tier spells from the six magic classes: Sorcerer, Priest, Hexer, Healer, Summoner, Sage.

And Lie Detection? Child’s play for her.

That’s how she knew Black was lying.

“Greetings, Your Holiness.
You wouldn’t… expose my lie, would you?”

Black smiled—calm on the surface.

He knew: if Krystin spoke, the nobles would believe her.
He’d be public enemy number one.

But he believed—she wouldn’t.

“I won’t.”

Krystin shook her head, watching Lily and Marsha flee into the distance.

“Because they were lying too.
You and Miss Elaina never met in secret.
You’re not that kind of relationship.”

“Then I thank you, Your Holiness.”

Just as he predicted.
The Saintess was fair—straight as a scale.

“Mr. Black… may I ask you one thing?”

Krystin locked eyes with him, voice steady.

“Of course, Your Holiness.”

Black subtly stepped back—while keeping his smile.

“How did you know Lily had birthmarks on her neck—when you’ve never met her?”

“And earlier… you said your pirate crew was attacked by sea dragons a month ago.
That was a lie too, wasn’t it?”

Her voice carried deep confusion—and growing suspicion.