I have to run. I have to get away from that cruel madman.
That was the only thought left in Leshia’s mind.

And just when she seized an opportunity to make her escape—

“If you’re trying to run away from me, it’d be easier to just kill me first.”
“Aaaah!!!”

The man’s voice came from behind her.
And after the two of them fell from the cliff together, when she finally came to her senses, he was standing before her.

“…W-what did you just…say?”
“Would you like me to repeat it?”
“Yes. I-I think I must have heard you wrong.”

At Leshia’s question, the man furrowed his brow.
He gave her a skeptical look, as if to say there was no way she could have heard correctly, but soon repeated what he had said, just as Lesia had asked.

“I heard that a paladin feels an endless lust only for the Saint he serves. I think I’m the same.”
“Lust…?”
“But how long have we been traveling together? If it wasn’t just a day or two, have we already slept together?”
The murderer who had lost his memory…
Had begun calling me a Saint.

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Female Lead: Leshia Elneid
A lackey of the Marca Merchant Guild who worked on forging false holy scriptures. Unlucky enough to be captured by a Shadow and left awaiting the day he would kill her, Leshia finally manages to escape. Unfortunately, the amnesiac male lead comes along with her. And, to make matters worse, he believes she is a Saint. With no other choice, Leshia begins deceiving him in order to secure a safe escape.

Male Lead: Arcan / Tiherit Nihiel
The leader of the Shadows dispatched from the Holy Kingdom of Pristan to eliminate Marca. A cruel butcher who mercilessly wipes out anything and anyone connected to Marca, he falls off a cliff while trying to capture Leshia as she attempts to flee. And loses his memory.
To make matters worse, he mistakes her for a Saint and begins to show an intense, obsessive fixation on her.

Read this when you want:
A story about a pursuer and a fugitive who lose their memories and fall in love.

Quote:
“Maybe it’s because I’ve seen so much blood…, but I’m a little excited. No, actually, quite a lot.”
“Huh, what…?”
“I’m saying I want to hold you in my arms right now, Saint . If you’ll allow me, I might make it a little painful.”

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