My Status Window is a yandere - CHAPTER – 4 The saint’s thoughts.

POV of the saint:

saint: ”The heroes will be here in a few minutes”

King: ”I understand, I will send the knights to receive them, military minister go and receive the heroes”

The military minister leans forward with one hand on his chest and answers.

Military Minister: “At your command, my king”

In a throne room there is a man sitting with two girls on either side and the military minister leading the knights and leaving to carry out the king’s orders.

Princess: “Father, why don’t you send me? I am the princess, but also the captain of the royal guard, I think it would be more appropriate to receive him myself.”

The king frowns, and with a tired expression and a sigh he answers his daughter.

King: ”Haa, think about it, even among heroes there are some better than others and at least there must be one with the unique ability of a hero, it would be best if you seduced him and made him part of our kingdom, this is a preparation for that.”

The princess shows a puzzled expression and asks him.

Princess: ”What does that have to do with it?”

The king answers him even more tired.

King: ”My daughter, you should use your head more and not be so immersed in the sword, think about it if I sent you instead of the military minister, you will inevitably start conversations with the heroes, giving the impression of being friendly.”

Princess: ”Isn’t that a good thing?”

King: ”No, the ideal is that the hero falls in love with you to the point of sacrificing everything and does not want to return to his world after the war, if you give a friendly impression you will inevitably seem easier, on the other hand, by waiting for them here, the heroes who were already tired of the situation and only saw the knights and the military minister, who without offense, do not have the best appearance, then they will have a greater impression of your beauty when they see the gap.”

The princess frowns in irritation and says to the king.

Princess: ”I honestly don’t see the point, but I’ll listen to you.”

The king with a worried expression says to his daughter.

King: ”I worry about the future of the country with you as the successor to queen, at least I hope that the hero is worthy of the throne, whatever you must do now is give an impression that is similar to an unattainable rose, after all this impression is what men like the most, and little by little bring down the hero.”

The princess responds with a somewhat displeased expression, perhaps because she has to fall in love with a stranger, even though she responds to her father, the king.

Princess: ”Understood.”

Suddenly he notices the girl on the other end and makes an expression of annoyance and contempt.

Princess: ”By the way, father, wouldn’t the supposed saint be better for the job since, although unfortunate, she still has royal blood?”

The king also makes an unpleasant expression, but quickly regains his composure.

King: ”Don’t ask what you already know, she is not my daughter, she died when she became a saint, this is a doll of the goddess, nothing more and nothing less.”

The princess laughs.

Princess: ”Hahaha that’s right, I forgot for a moment.”

The saint still has the same expression, but memories of the past flow through her head.

When did this start? On my 10th birthday, the oracle of the goddess came proclaiming me a saint. I remember my father looking at me with disdain at that moment. As for my younger sister, faced with the possibility of getting the throne, she simply laughed and looked at me with the same disdain.

At that moment I realized, they never looked at me as part of the family, I had a vague idea before, the reason for this was because of my mother’s death giving birth to me, she was the king’s concubine despite being a commoner she was the one the king loved the most, my younger sister who is the daughter of the queen inherited the same contempt that the queen had for my mother because they were commoners.

Because I was the first born, I was the heir to the throne, because of that they did not openly show their hatred, but I could vaguely feel it, the moment it was prophesied that I was the saint and was left out of inheriting the throne, they stopped worrying about hiding their hatred.

My father, who I thought would love me if I worked hard to be a good queen, the first thing he told me when he found out I was the saint was.

King: ”Hmp, you deserve it, you killed your mother so in the end you’re going to die too by becoming one with the goddess, at least your life served a purpose.”

At that moment I locked myself in my room and cried all night, I was desperate, everyone around me began to openly look at me with contempt, mockery and hatred.

I just hoped that the goddess would end my suffering, but what no one knew was that becoming one with the goddess did not mean my death.

I can certainly say that I am the goddess, but the goddess is also me, I kept my being as a separate personality, although no one else knows it I doubt they care, for them it was more convenient that I am gone.

Returning to the present, we were waiting for the arrival of the heroes, all the other nobles present in the capital and the officials were also summoned to receive them.

A messenger arrived giving the news that one of the heroes had disappeared.

Everyone present was alarmed and panicked.

King: ”Silence!!!”

At that moment everyone fell silent and looked at the king, meanwhile the king with a serious expression looked at the saint and said to her.

King: ”What does this mean? Can you explain it, saint?”

Santa: ”The goddess is investigating this matter, but it will take a little longer.”

King: ”Hmp, I guess you can’t expect much from the lowest level goddess, I wonder why the supreme god assigned this goddess to us, it’s like she hates humans.”

The king began to criticize the goddess in front of me, her incarnation, he does not see me as a daughter, princess, or saint, I am despised in any way, this feeling of loneliness and pain gives me a desperation that threatens to devour my heart.

At that moment the heroes arrive and the king welcomes them, then one of the heroes steps forward, if I’m not mistaken that is Kazuhito Shiro, the guy that the goddess sees as an eccentric, at that moment I didn’t expect or want anything, the only thing I wanted was for my despair to end.

Shiro: ”Father, my name is Kazuhito Shiro, I wish to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage, the saint. I hope… Your… blessings?…. Ah, I screwed up.”

At that moment I felt that perhaps my days were going to change a little at the hands of this man, but what I didn’t know at the time was that what awaited me was a whirlwind of madness and obsession that would engulf this world and everything in it.