Fighting Spirit

"M-miss? Why did you walk, Where's your carriage?"

"Leave me alone for a while."

She got into her room and stood there thinking about Luons words and clenching her fists, "Can I….really not do anything?!"

Just then a knock on the door. "Christine?"

Christine adjusted her anger and walked to the door. "Father?"

"What's the matter dear?"

"N-nothing, I'm just nervous thinking about my coming of age."

"Don't worry, Chrisitine we have all been waiting for this day when you become a saint and fulfill our lineage's duty, you'll do just fine as a Saint…Oh right just now there was a letter from your friend."

"Friend?"

"Who would have thought that your friend was from the Duke of sin-Seriously Why did they name themselves so ominously…"

"Was it from Luons!?"

"Y-yes the daughter of the duke. I'm also a duke, but I can't stand his scowl. Hopefully his daughter is better."

[But why…]

"Okay I understand."

The duke hands her the letter and leaves. After leaving she reads through the letter.

"She's inviting me to have the coming of age together and Dia will be there?!"

[She's testing me]

She crumbles up the paper. Her eyes full of resolve.

….

Dia arrives home. "Father, you needed me?" he says with an innocent smile.

"Two letters have arrived from the duke of sins. One regarding marriage and the other is an invitation."

He hands the letter to Dia.

"Since this is about your life you can decide. Even if they are a duke, we are still a marquess family. Our relationship might go down, but they won't be able to pressure us."

Dia looks over the letters. His eyes hold a danger glint. "Father, I would like to-"

…

At the coming of age ceremony.

Christine's family shows up in a carriage and walks to the duke of sins.

"When I found out that our daughter's had the same birthday I was quite surprised." the duke of sins smiled.

"Yes, who would have thought? Although my daughter will be assuming the position of saintess. Hohoho".

"Ah, was that the prophecy that has been passed down for generations?"

"H-how did you know?"

"It's a trade secret."

"tch."

Luon walks to her, "aren't you looking forward to seeing Dia?"

"..."

"Going to ignore me now? How rude pft."

"....You won't win."

"Hm?"

Before Luon could ask what she meant, a carriage arrived.

Dia had arrived.

….