Lady Rose Wants to be a Commoner

The Virgin always prays with a small voice that no one can hear with her hands together towards the Cross.

- Precisely, until recently, I prayed.

The edge of one of the towns on the edge of the castle.

In such a despicable place to the extent of the countryside where there is some object, the Virgin secretly joined hands before the outward cross even today.

With a vain eye, I trembled, and now I'm about to disappear, opening my mouth slightly.

A whine that no one will ever hear.

"I'm sorry, God, it's all my fault, I'm sorry, so, so, so..."

The last time I moved my mouth with a voice that was not a voice, I mocked myself.

There is no way that this can be called a prayer to God.

And in the Virgin this was not even penance.

The Virgin closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She opened her eyes after exhaling deeply, scratching away the weakness that was still distressing but likely to disappear.

"Thank you very much. I am still happy today… God."

The Virgin finally smiled and thanked her and left the church when she said so with a normal voice like she had never been whining before.

She gets into the carriage, remembering how uncomfortable it was to be dropped off with a vision by a priest and nun who admired herself, who had not heard her voice.

Go home. Go home. Go where you don't think you are.

Along the way, the carriage is different from a beautiful woman with a majestic atmosphere for a single civilian.

At that time, however, the Virgin had not looked outside, and the beautiful woman of the civilian population had not been able to see the person inside due to a cloth compartment like a curtain, although the carriage itself had been shown in view.

Thus the thread was entangled and twisted, and the two remained different.