I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 4-1. Saint

This isn’t modesty—it’s the truth. All I did was put my body on the line to secure Reina and to reclaim Alice.

Neither of those actions was for the sake of the country; both were purely for my own selfish desires.

That’s why I absolutely don’t want that title.

I’m only here because I’ve been backed into a corner.

The thought of being recorded in the nation’s history books as someone who lived a life of indulgence, surrounded by women, is a disgrace that would haunt me for generations…!

But, mercilessly, the ceremony continued, leaving me to grapple with my inner turmoil.

“Ouga Vellet. You uncovered the heinous plot of the great criminal, Frone Milfonty, and liberated the Kingdom of Lambdarbe from her clutches.”

That’s not true…!

I had no idea about Frone’s schemes; I just felt sorry for Reina, who was being exploited in that black-hearted operation…!

“Furthermore, you prevented the traitor Juke Andraus, whose roots had spread deep into our politics, from plunging us into an unprecedented crisis.”

That’s not true either…!

I was only acting out of a desire to reclaim Alice, not because of any connection to Frone…!

“Had it not been for your actions, we would have remained oblivious to Frone Milfonty’s malevolence until the very end, and her fangs would have sunk into our necks.”

Could everything up to this point really be a misunderstanding?

If I were allowed, I would truly want to explain everything.

Your Majesty, I am not such a noble person. I am a man driven entirely by my own desires, thinking only of what I want to do.

I forced a smile, careful not to let it show on my face, but inside, I was weeping.

“Your bravery and sense of justice, disregarding your own safety, are truly worthy of one who possesses a ‘sacred heart’—a Saint. Therefore, in honor of your deeds, I hereby bestow upon you the title of Saint, from Anbald Londinium!”

Finally, the title was announced, and a rain of applause poured down.

Saint. A word that stands in complete opposition to the life I had envisioned—a life of luxury and a harem.

This title would spread not only among the nobles but also to the commoners, and the name Ouga Vellet would instantly become known across the nation.

And that meant that wherever I went, I would be under the watchful eyes of the people, like wild surveillance.

“I humbly accept!”

It’s a lie. I think it’s all bullshit.

“I look forward to your continued achievements, worthy of the title of Saint.”

“I will strive to bring many good tidings to Your Majesty in the future!”

Ah… my desired future is crumbling with a loud, crashing sound…

If I have to live a disciplined life from now on, maybe after the battle with Frone is over, I can retire with everyone.

In a somewhat escapist manner, I began to rebuild a new future in my mind.