A small village in the northwestern part of Astoria.
Liz was walking with a basket knitted with a knitted plant. There are a lot of freshly picked tree strawberries inside.
Born and raised in this village with memories of his previous life, Liz turned seventeen.
What a royal identity! - Not the same civilians as in previous lives. I lost my father at an early age and my mother last year to illness, but I manage to live in peace because my aunt's family is nearby.
On his way to the house, one of the villagers called out.
"Oh, not Liz. Is that a tree strawberry in the basket? That's a lot, that's amazing. Where did you find it?
"It's the bunna grove behind the rally point. In the bushes a little bit in."
"Still not very good at finding them."
The villagers nodded again and again as impressed.
Liz was born with a good understanding. As if it were the Book of Heaven or the Proclamation, it flickers.
When I was up and having breakfast this morning, I thought. He said there are likely to be a lot of tree strawberries in the bushes of the Buna Forest.
"Worm news? Or maybe it's the sixth sense," the deceased mother laughed as she did.
Ever since I was a little girl, this is how I picked fruits and nuts from places no one knew about, and told them where the villagers' lost things were. So the villagers think of Liz as a strange, slightly unusual girl.
That's partly because of the bizarre behavior of running off as soon as something flickers, or starting to drill holes in the ground, or maybe partly because of Liz's bright white hair, deep red eyes and rare appearance such as clear white skin called "Albino".
(When you get home, let's just make some wood strawberry jam)
Re-hold the basket with both hands and hurry home with a mole.
On that passageway's tall hill was the mansion of Baron Carfen, the lord. There's a big, splendid carriage parked inside the gate that I've never seen before.
Liz stopped unexpectedly.
(Speaking of which, when the use from the royal palace came to pick up Emilia, Baron Carfen's daughter, everyone was rumouring)
As the next candidate for the Virgin, is.
Everyone in the village was noisy but Liz is not interested.
When I tried to pass early enough, I was called out of the gate.
"Hey, you there. Do you have a minute?
He was a young man in his mid-twenties or so. The white shirt fits well with dark black hair, eyes, a good looking face and an even body. I've never seen it around here, so I guess it's one of the uses from the Royal Palace.
"What is it?
"I hear funny things, but don't you know the little silver keys? I've been looking for you, but I can't find you."
There's no way Liz just met him.
Yes, but the young man seemed to have asked Liz about it. The one who drowns "O" will also grab the straw "Straw"? The bottom of my heart, I think I'm in trouble. It seems to be such an important key.
Shun dropped his shoulder on his younger Liz opponent and the young man with a pitiful face was so pitiful that he opened his mouth when he realized it.
"Okay. Wait a minute, please."
It is a boarded ship. Liz put the basket on the ground and took a big, deep breath.
Sometimes "Kazu" flickers suddenly, as you told me, but sometimes it seems to concentrate your consciousness.
Close your eyes slowly.
You can hear the birds chirping and the trees squirming in the wind.
There was a wind coming from somewhere containing dampness. The white hair cut over Liz's shoulder curls up.
A small white petal flashed around, blushing a clear white cheek.
It's as if youth are blurry with no words in the sight of a godly sight that's just not real there.
(key... yellow string... is this a guest room? Under the bed……)
I slowly opened my eyes like I woke up from a dream. When he looked straight at the youth with his deep light red eyes, the youth stepped back, as he had been pressurized.
"It's a silver key with a yellow string on it, right? Master Carfen's mansion is under the bed on the right. I feel that way."
The youth looked stunned at Liz's words.
"How do you know!? Besides, even the string thing..."
"It's an investigation."
"Survey!?
"Yes."
To the out-of-the-box youth.
"Well, now. Excuse me."
Liz lowered her head gently and walked out to the house again with her basket in her arms.
The next morning, Liz was summoned by yesterday's youth to come to Baron Carfen's mansion. Even though it was surprising, it was not the soil at the back entrance that was put through but the guest's living room.
I've never set foot in the Carfen family, and I didn't like nobility or noble mansions because my previous life was a previous life. It makes me sick to be vividly reminded of a series of events in my previous life. I want to get out of here quickly.
Yesterday's youngster - Lloyd - has embarked on himself to Liz, who is holding both hands as if they were solidified in front of the door.
"It's the key I was looking for, but it was really under the bed. How did you know?
"It's an investigation."
Repeat the same words as yesterday. The young Lloyd looked at her unconvinced, but Liz had no other answer.
Lloyd clenched his neck as he tied his cheek to the twist of the couch to Liz as she was about to leave the room if there was a gap.
"It's strange. It's not magic... it's albino."
In this world, whoever possesses magic, large or small, is bound to be born with black hair and black eyes. That's why you know if you have magic the moment you're born.
But Liz has red eyes on her white hair, the opposite of black. I can see at a glance that I don't have magic.
Lloyd said.
"The country is searching for a candidate for the Virgin next term. You know that, don't you?
Liz nodded.
The Virgin who defends the Astorian nation with holy power. Though it is tucked away in a temple deep in the royal palace and rarely appears, I heard that the Virgin is now of considerable age.
"So the country is rushing to find the next Virgin candidate using us clerics. And among the candidates gathered in the royal palace, the next Virgin will be chosen."
I nodded again, but I don't know why I tell myself this.
The condition for becoming a Virgin is to be magical. I mean, black eyes on black hair, that was the absolute and lowest condition.
Emilia, the Carfen's maid of honor, also possesses dark hair, dark eyed magic, which is why the priests, Lloyds, are here to pick up Emilia.
Whatever you think was irrelevant to Liz.
Liz makes a living with grass-dyed textiles, a specialty of the village. I would like to return soon because the delivery date for the textiles I am working on is near.
I saw Liz, who was getting a little frustrated, with the priest Lloyd in his serious face.
"For the record, I want to take you to the royal palace. As a candidate for the Virgin."
"What?"
"I certainly don't meet the minimum conditions because I'm not magical - you have something. Something special. Yeah, I think so."
I don't know what you're talking about. Even children can tell that Liz of Albino is the furthest from the Virgin.
Liz sighed.
"You can go home..."
"We priests are here, taking our lives from the king. So my words and actions are, so to speak, royal fate. Over there, nice to meet you."
Cleric Lloyd laughed brightly.
Say hello. I felt evil in my heart and realized if I was truly a holy cleric by threatening people.
"- Does that mean you're taking me and Emilia to the royal palace as candidates for the Virgin?
"No, it's just you. Miss Emilia does possess a little magic, but from what I've ascertained, she didn't have that much qualities. I'm sorry to hear that."
I had a bad feeling. I have a very bad feeling about it.
Because Emilia seems to be an aristocratic maid and a very prized woman.
The hunch hit me.
Yet another day, Liz was summoned to the Carfen family again. Rather than being forced to take them.
For stealing the priest Lloyd's keys.
Besides, it meant Emilia witnessed where Liz stole it.