The plain and unnoticed me is no more

My brother hurried out into the hallway and called in my sidekicks who were waiting nearby. He was worried about me coming home from an injury, and he was waiting for me in the hallway with treatment tools such as painkillers and ointments.

Would you like me to call you, Milord?

"When you helped her get dressed, didn't you see that she was hurt somewhere in her body?

The waiters were upset and let their eyes swim. After I finished dressing, I asked you to keep it a secret because I was ashamed of falling. Still, one representative said he had to answer the main question and started talking about the injury.

"Um, the young lady had a blue mole around her thigh base and elbow. She said she fell, but the dirt on the food was strange. I spread it for laundry and checked for dirt, but there were red spots around my shoulders and from my chest to my skirt, and then there were thin traces of shoes that I thought were men's."

Okay, you can back off now.

My father sat me on the sofa when the sidekicks walked out of the room in gratitude.

"Explain. Who did this to you?

"... when the party started, His Highness suddenly... threw me off and fell to the ground. The mole was made at that time. I didn't realize I was on a skirt, but I think the footprints belonged to Evan, who came nearby that time."

"Well, Evan saved me."

If that were true, how good would it have been? I remembered the sadness of that time. When Evan approached me, I expected you to protect me. Really, you look stupid.

"No, he held me down and blamed me with His Highness. I don't know who did this, but Sandra was attacked by a thug. I think I sent it to you jealously crazy. As far as their claims were concerned, I had been harassing Sandra a lot, so he didn't help me. They accumulated anger and hung me from the crowd at today's party, even though I might prove my innocence."

My father trembled with anger. Needless to say, the prince who waved violence against his daughter knew Evan's betrayal, a son of his best friend and a lovely child friend of his daughter's for many years, and felt indignation beyond words.

I wondered if my grandfather exhaled and started talking in a low voice. I thought it would be more intense and beaten with a cane, just like the usual discipline, but today I feel really different from usual. Speaking of which, when was the last time you were hit with a cane? As far as I can tell, I don't remember being beaten this past year.

"It's pathetic that no man can be properly connected. I don't know if she's a saint or not, but you just looked at her with your fingers around you, saying she took her place. I don't know what's going on around me, and I wouldn't have done it without being wet. You don't seem to have enough crisis management skills. I can't be a queen in such a situation. Tomorrow, a lot of worried wild horses will crawl in here to see your face, you're a shame to my house, get out of here now. But don't bring out anything you know about the Duke of Norris. Okay, if I'm still wandering around the mansion when I wake up tomorrow morning, I'm going to go into the northern convent without asking questions, so stay there."

The old man stood up and walked slowly towards the door. The northern monastery is a place where noble women, such as unmarried women with children and women who have had an affair, are sent out of their homes worried about the world.

"Grandpa! Why are you so cold! Lana is hurt now, don't you think she'll be a little nice to her granddaughter? Besides, if you say you can leave without any golden objects, you're going to die somewhere! Father and mother, do something, Lana is a victim, but this is not much! My father is the main player now, right? How long has it been up to my grandfather? If it's enough to throw it out, why don't we let it sit in the Mansion until it's almost cold?"

My brother desperately appealed to my father and mother to protect me, but neither of them defied my grandfather. My mother was crying, and my father was holding her shoulders to comfort her.

My grandfather is absolute in this house.

My parents were attracted to each other by the fact that my father had his grandfather's chosen fiancée, but when my mother, a princess from a neighboring country, visited me at an official event, my father's protection came into contact with each other. The young father abandoned his engagement without authorization and was in fierce conflict with his grandfather. Still, my father chose a princess from a neighboring country who eventually broke up and got married. The grandfather went down to the Countess, who was his ex-fiancée at the time, and then secretly had an affair with another man in good condition. Because of that, the two of them still can't raise their heads like uncles.

So if you were my parents, you would feel bad that what you did came back to me as your daughter.

I couldn't contest what my grandfather told me. Because I was absolutely right. I thought that whoever His Highness was thinking of was a political marriage, and I even thought that I could surround Sandra as my mistress. Even though I was engaged, it was my fault that I didn't think at all about turning His Highness's feelings towards me.

Besides, I've actually witnessed Sandra's strange behavior on several occasions.

The truth about the ink started when Sandra held my ink pot in her hand. It's a cheap imitation I liked and bought at a souvenir shop. Five gold coins would be a nasty antique if they were real, but she mistakenly thought they were real and tried to steal them. She was surprised that I came back and dropped the ink jar. She tried to deceive me by covering the bottom of the skirt with scattered ink on the floor.

I didn't mind, but she begged no one to apologize and started wiping the floor with her skirt. I was surprised to tell her that the cleaning kit was over there, but when she panicked, she ignored it and kept wiping it with her skirt until the end. Could someone who saw the situation at that time have mistaken me for him and put it in your ear?

Maybe that was the beginning. You learned that if His Majesty cried at me, you would get a beautiful dress.

His Highness was just amused by Sandra's humorous teasing back then. It was like an elementary school boy who had not yet developed romantic feelings and thought that he was harassing the girl he cared about, but when someone told me that Sandra was being harassed by my fiancée, he was obsessed with asylum and changed from his favorite toy to a subject to protect.

I was honestly surprised to see Sandra go to school in a quality dress the next day, but I didn't think His Highness would have bought it. Without doing so, she was given a large sum of money by the state, so she should be wearing many dresses from there that are suitable for going to school. However, except for the first day of school, I went to school in the same simple dress as before. Was the money out of the country taken away by the family, or was it done on purpose?

His Highness must have tried to hold her back with other men to keep her from becoming popular.

Anyway, it's impossible to turn a man with a burning heart, even if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. In the first place, it was a mistake that my grandfather got engaged because he was defeated. I can't help complaining like that now. Even though it was my uncle who pressured me, I finally agreed, and if it is bad to fail to make efforts to be liked, then I have no choice but to accept this disposition.

In a strange and unexpected development, I was secretly dancing when I was able to leave this tough house.

That said, she said the first time she was attacked was on the day she went to school in the dress bought by Her Highness. I wonder when that happened. The second time, he said I let the assailant escape, but if Sandra was the only one who saw him, it was someone else who let him escape, but he lied and rubbed his sins against me. I wanted to prove it wasn't me last time.

I lowered the sidekicks that night and started packing by myself. Only the items sent to Alford's grandmother were packed in a large grandmother's backpack, and everything was changed from underwear to Alford's. Designs differ from those in this country, with fewer decorations and just simplicity. If anything, this suits me better.

He took one of the large bags and headed out through the common entrance used by the servants. I found a job that was about to go shopping for ingredients in good time, and I decided to get on a wagon and get it to town. He broke up in Central Square and wondered where he was going from this early morning, as if he had not been informed of what happened last night.

In response, I lied about going to see my grandmother in a neighboring country. Even though it was impossible for a noble lady to travel by herself without a servant or escort, and without a carriage at home, the newcomer honestly sent me out "carefully."

I left a letter in my room saying, "I'm sorry." I don't intend to reveal my whereabouts, but at least I think I'll get a letter letting my brother know I'm well.

A month has passed since that nightmarish inaugural party.

It soon became known that my engagement had been abandoned by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and the day after my disappearance, the Duke of Norris fiercely protested to the royal family that he had been greatly humiliated. There were apologies from the king and his brother, but nothing came from the prince. For this reason, the anger of my family did not subside at all even if I was sent a national treasure gem as an apology.

Face to face, I fell ill in shock and was put into the convent waiting for my recovery, but as my grandfather said, the next day, my cousins of the same age who hated me and distant relatives who didn't usually have much to do with me came to the Mansion to see how things were going. Of course, there was no way to see me where I came from, and now I'm lying down and I can't let you see me, so I pushed you back. Because of that, there were rumours that Makoshi had actually harmed herself with the abandoned shock.

At a later date, I sent a letter to my brother stating that I was living well via Alford's grandmother. Now the family will think I'm at Alford. Auntie, who is a good understanding of me, explains everything. Only Auntie knows where she is.

Tell me what happened to those two after that.

Against my expectations, a great festival took place in the capital over three days a week ago, when the power of the Virgin appeared in Sandra. The love of Prince Frederick was spoken of as a beauty, and Sandra was officially allowed to stand beside him as the prince's lover.

After that disturbance, Hubert was hopefully separated from the Second Prince's entourage candidate and reintegrated into the same school as First Prince Wilfred, starting from the caretaker around His Highness.