My sister, who goes to the church every day and does charity work energetically, is praised by everyone as “she must be a saint”. But thanks to her donations, our household budget is always on fire. I have to do something about the worn-out boots and the pot with the handle broken off, but my sister even donated the money I saved up. A handsome man who appeared in front of me, who was at a loss, was a messenger from the kingdom, looking for a saint. “She is at the church. The saint that everyone acknowledges! Please take good care of her!” If my sister goes to the royal capital as a saint, I won’t have to survive on leftover bread or mend old clothes anymore. Please, by all means. Take her away, right now.