I Met the Male Lead in Prison

wards me.
Her guardian deity was gone, but there was a soft white light was as if protecting her.

“A blue rose.”

Now it has been cut out from history and the history behind it, and it has disappeared.

After Francia’s words, I recalled the slab from the cell.

A blue rose that was open as if someone had broken it.

“I see.”

I was silent for a while, and by the time I spoke again, we had already passed the entire garden.

I looked at the door getting closer and stopped talking.

“Where are you going when you leave?”

“I will wander around again… looking for clues.
Well, I don’t know for sure.
The people of the family are scattered around.
Still, I won’t go to the temple.”

As if her bad memories were firmly established, Francia puffed out her cheeks.

“Don’t, saint.”

“Why.”

I clenched my fists slightly and covered my lips.
It was to hold back the laughter.

Even if she said that, she would eventually become the saint. Go behind her and say she’s a saint! The speaking scene was very impressive.

Even if I wondered what kind of plausible mix up this was, it was a process that forced her to be a saint.

“I don’t like it, when it comes to saints, they’re caught, tied up.
It’s almost like being imprisoned.
It’s natural for the Pope to do things his own way.
It’s absolutely unfair.”

“Pope?”

“Yes.
The Pope.
Something like the head of a temple.”

I heard that they had similar abilities and a similar position to a saint.

“Then you be the Pope.”

I threw it lightly.

“Sister, it must be born with a great bloodline.”

“Bloodline?”

“Yes.
What’s so important? I wonder if there’s any gold in it.”

Did you have the concept of a gold spoon here? I let out a soft laugh.

“So what can I do?”

“What can’t you do?”

Francia now fully puffed her cheeks and looked at me with disapproval.
She used to see this when she didn’t understand what I meant.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, right now, you don’t even want to go to the temple, even if you’re a saint, but I’m talking about if you go.”

“If I go?”

She showed a curious face.

“What will sister do?”

I assumed her future and patted her lips.

“If it were me, I would put the Pope into my hands.”

What I saw and heard next to the prisoner was a crime, and the only thing I heard and seen next to the villain was the duke.

“Francia, your name doesn’t really mean much.”

I spread my palm out wide and showed it, then slowly closed it.

“What matters is what kind of power you have.”

There is a saying that if you don’t want to be dominated, you have to be alert, and if you don’t want to be taken advantage of, you have to stand on top.

“From the bottom up, gradually increase the number of people.”

Behind the palm were the fingers of the other hand.
It is cleverly covered by the palm of the hand so that it cannot be seen.

“Then you are the real Pope.”

Even with that said, I thought that I would teach this child some really good things.
The person who says they are not interested in politics or craftsmanship.

Who cares? Is there a law that only politicians should talk about politics?

“If you’re stronger, then don’t hesitate.”

In fact, even I did not think that Francia would realize it, so it was a possible advice.

Francia tilted her head and looked at my fingers and face alternately.

“…I see.”

She was serious.

“If I’m older, don’t hesitate, like that?”

Umm.
The more I questioned, the deeper I got.
Does the beautiful and kind young girl only appear after 3 years?

“If I become Pope, will I be able to knock down that devilish bastard in one punch?”

… The child is always the same, she really is like a bear.

After all, I’m that devilish bastard’s sister.
I have no intention of taking sides.

I shook my head and told her to forget it.
Then we walked out the garden door.

We talked about various things, but a corner of my heart was caught up in one thought all the time.

‘When are you leaving?’

The time of escape kept coming.
Unfortunately, I just couldn’t find the right time.

No.

In fact, the right time was approaching.

Chaser would be away for a few days on a regular basis, and that period was coming again this month.
That will be in three days.
The error is within 2 days.

The warm summer will soon come at the end of the year.

And that time has passed….
The promised day with Ricdorian was well approaching

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Has time already passed like this?

Ironically, the date of the promise coincided with Chaser’s departure.

The promised day.

It was a day I thought I would be able to forget, pretending to have forgotten it with all the time I spent with Francia.

“Sister?”

“Oh, nothing.”

I had to be careful.
I must not fail.
I’m sure there will never be a next time.

Just once.

This one time I had to succeed unconditionally.

…If Chaser finds out, Francia will….

She will be taken to the coal mine no matter what.

So a failure was not tolerated.

…Just once.
We need factors that can make this one-time absolute success.

I needed a number that would never fail.