The plain and unnoticed me is no more

The Duchess of Elaine Lana Norris is the most noble lady in the kingdom, with her father as Minister of Defence of the Kingdom of Willingham and her mother as Princess of neighboring Alford.

However, she was born with such parents and is now suddenly thrown to the floor during the school's inaugural party. And in the center of the venue, they were shouting that they were throwing away their engagement.

"Elaine Lana Norris! Your engagement will be abandoned! All the outrages I've done against my precious Sandra are in my ears! It's ugly to harass beautiful Sandra in the shadows, not just because she's plain and discreet! I've put up with Sandra's tender heart telling me not to blame you, but that's the limit!

Next to my fiancée, His Royal Highness Frederick, is a girl who was prophesied to be a saint and was specifically allowed to join the school last year. But I think maybe she's not a virgin or anything.

Sixteen years ago, on the night when the stars flowed in large quantities, the chief priest who served the Great Temple predicted something unbelievable.

"The Virgin will soon be born in this country! The power awakens between the fifteenth and sixteenth birthdays. It will save the people of this land with its sacred power."

The Great Temple was left with old books about the miracles of the Virgin who appeared in some country a long time ago, uncertain as to the facts, and the powerful men, led by the King, believed the prophecy and waited for the Virgin to appear now and now.

And fifteen years later, one day, in front of the gate of the royal palace, the prophet of flow said, "She is the rebirth of the Virgin! The girl who happened to be walking nearby, just beautiful, was suddenly enshrined as a Virgin. The girl's name is Sandra. She was a poor civilian daughter who couldn't even go to school.

But no matter how long she waits, the power of the Virgin does not appear to her, and a year has passed since then. And Sandra was about to miss her sixteenth birthday. For this reason, the surrounding adults had looked at me with suspicion that it had been a mistake for a long time. The princes shelter her and insist that she is undoubtedly a saint, just because she is not awake yet.

No one will have noticed, but the word of the prophet is not "the Virgin." All he said was "the rebirth of the Virgin," in short, I wonder if she's just a normal girl now that she's reborn. Moreover, no one knows whether it is true or false, and it is difficult to blame the prophet. Because there is no way to prove that someone is reborn.

The prophet was early in his appearance with twenty pieces of gold from the country, as a reward for finding the Virgin.

According to the book, a real Virgin is considered a maiden with a healing power that is powerful enough to persuade the devil, but I think that there is no Virgin from the beginning.

Sandra is a civilian and has been nailed by noble ladies, but no one is harassing her. As the leader who brings together the school girls, even though the shadows are thin, I have embarrassed and persuaded Sandra to do something. And yet, somehow among them, I have done an outrageous act.

Inside the venue, the ladies who are trying to defend me line up behind me and stare at Prince Frederick and Sandra. It is a salvation to have support from women, although it is not very popular with men.

"Guys, please stop. I'll be fine. I'm not going to ruin the inaugural party of my precious school with this. Frederick, let's change the location. I'm not doing that in front of you at this time of year."

Though I suggested that we discuss it in a separate room, Sandra stood in front of me to cover for His Highness and began to criticize me with tears.

Today she was not worthy of a school event, a sumptuous costume that confused her with the princess.

The dress worn was a first-class item that anyone could see at a glance, using the finest silk fabrics that should be out of reach of the civilian population, designed by fashion designers and tailored by royal tailors. And for some reason, I put on my head the tiara that I was supposed to receive, and with a necklace that emitted a sense of presence at the neck, a very heavy ruby and diamond earring was shaking in sparkling ears.

"Terrible! Are you making fun of the prince to be careful in front of everyone seeing Frederick?

"I'm not being stupid. How can you distort the current word like that? It's insane of you to abandon His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in front of a crowd..."

No matter how much you are treated as a saint, there is no way you can abandon His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Pointing out the insanity, the prince now sheltered her.

"Shut up, Elaine! Sandra is allowed to call her by name, and you are not to blame! Is that how you usually hate Sandra? Poor Sandra kept me informed of your harassment, but she asked me not to blame Elaine for being unhealthy. The good news is that harassment has escalated to a point where we finally face up to the thugs! Let me tell you what I've been doing here. Sandra, since I'm with you, I'm here to expose this woman's evil."

What are these people saying? What have I done? He keeps getting scolded for something he doesn't remember at all, and all he can do is listen to them in a daze.

Sandra hid behind Frederick and started talking about harassment that I did, trembling like a puppy on his arm.

"Elaine told me to transfer to a school that suits my height, and quit the school because I'm blind, and I hated it when no one else was around. Then, when I accidentally hooked up Elaine's ink jar and dropped it on the floor, I was ordered to wipe the ink spilled on the floor with my dress, and when I did what I was told, I was scared, and it spilled on my skirt many times since then. Also, on the day after the rainy day, I was told to polish the muddy floor until it was clean with that poor dress, and I was made to crawl on the floor and clean it while it was covered in mud. The worst part was being attacked by a thug on his way home from school in a dress Fredrick gave him instead of dirty clothes. I was saved because Evan was with me, but I was really scared...."

The sight of suing for damages while trembling little by little invites sympathy, but everything you say is a lie.

It was the other ladies who actually said that, and I just embarrassed them. And I didn't tell Sandra directly, but while she was at Your Highness's. I'm sure someone close by told her.

Certainly, I can't understand the feelings of the girls who said that. In the first place, it is strange that a civilian girlfriend could not follow the contents of a class she receives from a nobleman, and put it in without an exam.

By the way, I don't want to say it out loud, but if I can't follow the class, I think it would be good to go back to a grade commensurate with my academic ability.

To put it plainly, it seems that elementary school students are suddenly being taught high school. Civilians learn routine reading and writing, addition and subtraction to the extent that first-year elementary school students learn, and more requires expensive tuition. Even if you go to a wealthy merchant child, a child who has to go out to work from among his children, like Sandra, usually goes out into society and grows up immediately.

I remember about the ink, but the contents were completely different. There must have been a few others in the classroom at that time. At this rate, these people won't believe me when I tell them the truth. I don't want anyone to say anything like this. Because there's nothing good about getting caught up in a royal mess.

Except for my friend, a female student, she believed her complaint, and she looked at me with contempt.

And she says Evan is the second son of a captain who leads the elite group of the Knights of the Kingdom, the Findley, and our father and his father have been best friends since they were students.

Before the engagement with His Highness was decided, it was a promise between the parents, but he was going to be my partner. And they were aware of each other, and had a small but pale love.

He was a promising boy who wanted to be a knight, just like his father, and until Sandra came to school, he was a very friendly childhood friend of mine, but when he realized, he started to despise me, and when he spoke, he was stared at, he didn't know why, and somehow he hated me. I am very sorry to say that it has been a long relationship, but it will change so much if I have a woman I like.

"I don't know who you asked, but I didn't tell you about the transfer. And I don't remember telling you to wipe the floor with a dress. You know Sandra, don't you? For your honor, I'll keep it quiet as promised, but it's not good to lie. Besides, I just want to say this, but I swear to God, I'm not pointing a thug at you. Since Evan is always following your escort, does he know if it's true or not? Master Evan, is it true what you're saying? You will be a knight in the future. I believe it only tells the truth."

After I spoke to Evan with a serious look, I tried to get up thinking that I would never be able to remain on the floor.

Apparently, she twisted her leg when she was first pushed away, and her right ankle hurts severely.

Sandra grabbed Evan's sleeve and gave him a wet, anxious gaze that tickled the man's appetite for asylum.

Evan thought he'd come forward and pushed me down from his head in pain, forced me to sit on the floor and shouted loudly.

I distorted my face in spite of the severe pain in my right ankle and fell to the floor unbearably.

He was in a strange position to cover his feet and arrived in one hand but not in time, and the impact on his knees echoed directly to his ankles. Without anybody around, I was struck by pain enough to scream loudly, and yet I bite my back teeth and put up with it.

The hair that was neatly wrapped up because he held his head down became disturbed and rough, and the frontal hair that was flushed and held down on the side dripped tightly on the face. Regrettably, I could not see the distorted expression of pain from the people around me.

"It's true that the thugs attacked me! Not once or twice! I managed to get away with it the first time with a lot of skill, but the second time I caught him and questioned him, he confessed that you asked me to do it. And from their pockets, your handwriting instructions and advance money came out."

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"You usually pretend to be decent and turn into a despicable woman who faces a weak woman in the shadows! I've thought of you as a friend for years, but I'm really disappointed in that!

Your body freezes from a terrible curse. This is the first time I've ever felt afraid of Evan.

"I haven't seen a dress ink, but I've seen a dress dirty with ink, and I've seen Sandra crawl on a muddy floor and wipe the floor with the hem of the dress while crying several times. She was crying to Her Majesty that you had commanded her. If you regret being taken by Her Highness so much, you should tell Her Highness directly, not hit her!

It doesn't look like Evan is lying, but if it's true, someone might have interrupted Sandra and let the assassin go.

Do you really think I did such a terrible thing?

"I didn't do anything, and I don't know anything...? What am I supposed to do...?

"Tell me honestly. You let those men I caught go, didn't you? Sandra says she saw you untie the rope and run away with the men from the locked up room while I was on my way to get the guards. There's no escape."

For the first time in a long time, Evan looked down cold at me and revealed his anger in public, not like him, who didn't usually show much emotion in front of others.

No matter how different I may be, my words will not reach him. I was sad and wanted to cry.

"What the hell are you talking about...? When did that happen? I'll prove I'm not involved. Just tell me exactly when...."

That's when Prince Frederick took Aaron's glass and left it to his anger to throw at me.

"He's a bad guy! You said Sandra saw you run away with the killer!

The beverage was mostly scattered on the floor as it was thrown, but it also fell on Evan's back in front of me, and the glass rolled unbroken on my shoulder, leaving a slight residue of wine scattered red stains from chest to skirt.

Evan looked at me worried for a moment with a stiff expression, but when I looked at her with a frightened expression, she put her strength into her hands and put my forehead close to the floor to prevent her from looking at her.

Evan, can't you hear me? I can't believe you did this.

No matter how much I don't remember, it seems these people are not going to believe anything. My words did not reach my friends and I was struck by despair.

That's what you mean when it gets dark in front of you. I thought you were my best friend, but I had such terrible sins to wear before I knew it. You with a strong sense of justice try to protect those in a weaker position.

In your story, I suppose, a villain lady bullying heroin? How do I look to you now? It's a knighthood spirit to twist a woman down by force, isn't it?