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Mom, Sis, are you doing well? It’s me, your ridiculously foolish little sister, Rasie.
Truth is, until recently I was playing the part of Saintess Mildine supporting Lanhardt the Hero.
I quit, though.
Now I’m in Lüenheit.
Oh, by the way, there’s no such person as “Lanhardt.”
He was just an illusion cooked up by the Senate.

It’s been a few days since I quit being the fake Saintess and started living in Lüenheit.
At first, I was bewildered by the southern climate and culture, but thanks to my easygoing nature, I adapted quickly. The food down here is delicious.

Lüenheit turned out to be completely different from what I’d been told.
When I was ordered by the Senate to join the fake hero’s party, they described it like this:
“Lüenheit is ruled by demons. Every day you hear the screams of torture and executions.
Bodies lie rotting in the streets, and the smell of decay fills the air.
The drainage canals run red with blood, and you can’t even get clean drinking water.”
Honestly, I was scared.
But if that was the truth, then we had to unite Miraldia’s people, even if it meant pretending to be heroes.
At least, that’s what I thought.

But our plan didn’t work out.
I’ll never forget that night.
Actually, I’d rather never remember it again.
The three knights who were with me died.
I’m so sorry I was the only one who survived.

A werewolf named Veit rescued me, and I fled from Schwelm to Lüenheit.
No one here knows I was the fake Saintess, and even those who do don’t seem to care much.

For example, the priest of the Sonnenlicht Church here is very kind, unlike how priests are in other cities. He even went out of his way to visit me.
When I confessed my sins, he nodded deeply and said,
“I too am a sinner, a lost soul. We cannot erase our sins, but we can atone for them, one act at a time. I’m just quoting someone wiser than me.”
He smiled as he said it.
I always thought priests were strict and self-important, but I guess not all of them are like that.

The streets here are full of demons.
Dogfolk? I think they’re dogfolk. They’re adorable. So fluffy.
There are werewolves too, and some people who look like lizards. I was scared at first, but they’re surprisingly polite and kind.
Oh, and there are people whose entire lower half is horse. Lots of them are handsome, but they’re covered in bulky muscles.

Oh right, I should write down the names of the three knights I traveled with.
I don’t know if those were their real names, but if you can, please let their families know.

The one who mostly played the Sword Saintess was Ewinem.
He used to say, “There are tons of swordsmen better than me. This title feels ridiculous.”
The Holy Knight was Kānitza.
He’d always complain, “Being popular’s nice, but staying proper and virtuous is exhausting.”
And the one who played Hero Lanhardt most often was Sherk.
His catchphrase was, “Once we drive out the demons from Miraldia, maybe one day we’ll be able to tell everyone the truth…”

All three of them were killed by Veit the werewolf, but he said they were first-rate warriors.
So please, may they rest in peace. You were always gentlemen—reliable, kind… Thank you so much for everything.
As for the coward that is me, I’ll continue living under the Demon Lord’s protection. I’m so sorry.

Veit risked his life to save me, even though I was his enemy. I still don’t know why.
And strangely, that night, the only people that fell to him were those three knights. Even though he fought fiercely to save me, he didn’t kill a single Miraldian soldier.

When I asked why, he made a “whoops” face, turned his back, and said,
“Uh… well… killing weaklings like that would be boring, that’s all.”
I’m not a soldier, so I don’t know if that makes sense. Maybe that’s just how it is?
Either way, it eased my heart a little. I hate it when people die.
Still. Veit’s a demon, yet he feels strangely human.
Almost like a friendly older brother from the neighborhood.

Oh, and I became the apprentice of a very powerful Demon Lord Army mage, Great Sage Gomoviroa. I call her “Lady Movi-chan.”
I feel like I studied her name back in training days. Was it magic history? Ugh, I hated magic history.
But studying again is actually fun. Magic does exactly what you program it to do—it’s not exhausting like dealing with people.
When I told Lady Movi-chan that, she nodded very deeply.

Even after being rescued, I still thought, “Why am I being scolded? I just did what the higher-ups told me to.”
But in the end, I realized: You still have to take responsibility for your own actions. You can’t just blame the higher-ups.
…Actually, I’d like to hold them responsible too. This was obviously a suicide mission.
Anyway, I’m reflecting on my actions.

I tricked so many people, so now I want to start doing something meaningful. Even a lowly bureaucrat like me should be able to help somehow. Maybe.
Like world peace?

Either way, it would be great if someone delivers this letter to your hands, but… it’s probably not going anywhere.
So someday, I’ll come see you both alive and well.
Please stay safe.

P.S. I’m pretty sure I’ve been fired from the Senate, so I’ll repay my scholarship by working hard for the Demon Lord’s Army. I’ll pay it back no matter what. Just watch me!