My Twin Sister Was Taken as a Miko and I Was Thrown Away but I’m Probably the Miko

"Hey, I must have gone yellow!

"Get more sweets!

I absurd my voice.

I'm Alice. A being loved by God called the Divine Son...... Apparently. Initially, when I was taken away by a place called this Great Temple, I had no doubt that I was a divine son.

Yeah, I still think I'm special. 'Cause I've always lived with people saying I was special around me. Even when I was picked up here as a godson, my mother and father naturally had an attitude, and I was confident that I was a godson.

But the attitude of the clerics around me who naturally listen to me has been strange lately. Maybe you're going to keep me from asking, but I was listening properly.

the words of the clerics around me who said that I may not be a divine son.

How much divine punishment I have! the word that divine punishment has not actually come down in places such as

The word that I am thus protected by this country - the Kingdom of Fairytrov - has not enriched this country and is heading in the wrong direction.

I was special, I was so beautiful, everyone affirmed what I said. But I was shocked when I heard the people who were affirming me say it that way.

'Cause I'm special, I'm beautiful, and that's why everyone affirmed what I said and listened to me naturally. Because everyone was going in the village. Everyone has been saying that ever since I got here.

- But it's natural to listen to me, and people who are supposed to love me are saying bad things about me. Until now, the people who say bad things about me have been the ones who say bad things about me from the start. There's never been anything worse said about me by the people who were doing me good.

That was the shock of what was happening. I deserve to be loved around because I'm special, and sometimes people screw me over and say bad things because I'm special, but I deserve to be right, and I deserve to be able to fulfill whatever I say because I'm special - yes, my mother and father have been there for a long time. That's what I've been saying for a long time. But that's been making me nervous lately about the fact that I've always felt, and thought it was obvious, that it's actually not.

But I'm special.

I am so beautiful.

Yes, so whatever demands I make, they listen to me around. If I could confirm that, I'd be special, and I'd feel relieved that I'm right.

I can't use my powers as a godson as the clergy around me sometimes say. Maybe that's not what I am. But even if I did, I'm special. Because I'm special, I'm right because I'm not like the others.

Even though I felt vague anxiety, I had spoken of my demands and told myself so, reassured that they would be fulfilled.

My life changed dramatically one day, though I had thought of it that way, that I would continue to live such a life in the Great Temple.

One day, the Great Temple where I lived was noisy. But no matter how noisy it was around me, I thought it had nothing to do with me. No matter how much things change around me, none of my routines change, because that's what I thought.

Because even in the village where I was born and raised, everyone listened to me and said I was special.

Everyone listened to me even after I was taken over by the Great Temple and told me I was special.

So even if the place changes, I'm special, and my life doesn't change.

- That was supposed to be the norm. That should have been natural. But.

"Fake godson, Alice. I'm going to jail you!

I've seen him several times before. A royal man in this country? My face is quite neat but mine is better. I was caught by knights in armor when someone who didn't care too much and didn't even remember his name in particular told me that.

I didn't know why I had to fit that in my eyes.

You think you can do that to me! Do what! And that's how I screamed. I've never seen it fit dangerous in such a way. I didn't know what that meant. If I spoke up, everyone would have listened to me. 'Cause we all said that was normal. I don't know what I want. Because I'm special.

Even though it hurts when I'm held back, you can't let me go.

You're asking me to let you go, but you're looking at me cold.

Why? Why not? I turn my gaze to the priests. But they're looking at me with cold eyes. Why? Why not? Trying to help, and raise my voice, I realized I didn't even know the names of the girls I'd been with.

While I was shocked that you wouldn't help me, I was transported and thrown into a cold room.

I'm supposed to be special, but I'm supposed to be allowed to do anything - why are they letting me in here when I hate them?

Fake godson, he said. But I was told that I was a godson and was taken over by the Grand Temple. That's why I thought I was a godson too. I can't believe they called me a pseudo-godson because that was different, even though it's this country that calls me a godson on its own.

Even if I wasn't a godson in the first place, I'm special, so I'm loved, and even though it's strange to see it like this.

With that in mind and sitting on a cold dirt floor, I had a terrible idea in mind.

- Maybe I'm not special, and it's a mistake for everyone to listen to me.

That's the possibility that what you've taken for granted might be different.

But that can't be right. I'm special. So......, so we should be able to get out of this terrible situation soon. Because I'm special.

I was caught, sitting around, telling myself that.

- - The end of my sister's routine.

(Maybe the divine girl's sister's routine ends. What does my sister think that kept being affirmed)