The plain and unnoticed me is no more

"Thank you, stay away from the house."

"But I can't protect the Virgin!

"Don't make me say the same thing every time! Are you gonna eavesdrop on our family conversations? There's no need for security. We all know each other around here, and if strangers wander around, we'll find out. You can't listen to me? I will punish you with the power of the Virgin."

"Nh...! I see. Should anything happen, shout it out loud. I'll be right there."

The soldiers, who had escorted him from school to his house, were ordered to wait in an alley far from Sandra's house. Originally, Sandra should have stood in front of the house and guarded them, but because of the thin walls, Sandra, who hated being heard, never let them near the house.

"Ha...."

How long do I have to live here? I'm a virgin, so I think it would be nice if you let me live in the castle for a while. There must be a lot of unused rooms, and the royal family is unexpectedly stingy. I'm glad the Great Temple has prepared a splendid home for me, but I hope you enjoy your time with your family while you can. I might be kind to you, but I don't want that.

Sandra's parents lived in a small alley where the poor lived, especially in downtown. Living with her father and stepmother, five younger twin younger brothers, Sandra supported the family as her eldest daughter. My father works in the mansion of the lower aristocracy, but his income is finally eaten by five members of his family. If Sandra hadn't taken advantage of her appearance and worked as a flower salesman on the corner, she would not have been able to feed her children in a satisfactory amount.

"Sandra, can't you get money from the state anymore? You got a lot of money a year ago. You finally admitted to being a saint, didn't you? Then why don't you just give me the monthly living expenses? Come on, ask your prince's boyfriend to do something about it."

"Cut it out! What the hell did you spend all that money on? I wasted everything I didn't know. What is this? You don't need such a luxurious carpet in this house! That was the money to buy my dress!

There is somehow a luxurious carpet laid out in a crude house like a barracks house. The little brothers did not know the value, and they rose up on it with dirty shoes full of mud, in a state where there was no shadow to see.

"'Cause I thought I'd get that every month, so I guess there's nothing I can do. You paid off your debts, bought the rest of this rug, bought something to wear to the kids, and even bought your clothes. That's what I'm complaining about! I shouldn't have bought your share first. We don't have the money to buy our clothes and they're still worn out. I was going to buy furniture one by one, but I could only buy rugs after all."

"You're using the money wrong! These rugs don't suit us, and these kids don't need such expensive clothes, do they? And why are my clothes used? Only the first piece was properly tailored. Even though I only wore it for one day, it was gone before long. Think about how I feel when I have to dress up and go to school with the princes!

My stepmother blamed Sandra with a face she couldn't understand at all. Father always does nothing but embarrass his wife. He was a gentle but unreliable father who lost his beloved ex-wife and lost his will to live.

My stepwife didn't have this personality from the beginning. When I first married Sandra, I tried to be Sandra's mother, but I didn't miss her very much, and my husband was kind enough to keep thinking about his ex-wife and then just live the rest of his life. That made me an arrogant woman who would sooner or later be in charge of this house.

"Ah? Are you still your sister? Don't you want to dress your little brothers pretty? Isn't it good that your boyfriend bought it? What are you complaining about?"

"Why don't we just leave it around? Don't bother Sandra much. She's a virgin, isn't she? He will marry the prince and support his family."

Sandra resented God for why she was born in such a house. Had my mother lived, she would have lived a better life.

Beautiful and pleasant, Sandra fell into an unexplained illness when she was young, and she lost weight and died like a flower died.

Later, her father remarried to take care of Sandra.

A new mother spends as much money as she has at home, and even if she saves her father's income, she can live normally, but she always makes extra purchases by relying on her daughter's earnings. And that's probably not what life needs.

No more. I don't want a family like this! If there's a god, get everybody out of my sight now!

Sandra wanted to leave this house early. As they sell flowers on the corner, aristocrats and merchants who buy flowers come and ask if they can become their concubines. If the prophet hadn't said that she was a saint, she would have been a concubine of nobility that day, always bluffing around selling flowers.

Who could have imagined being a virgin and coming closer to a prince and becoming a lover in such a sudden development? And yet, why do you still live here?

The argument with her stepmother starts when she gets drunk. And then you have to take care of your nasty little brothers.

As a tribute to the Virgin, the parents, who drank so much of the fine wine brought by the nobles, snored and fell asleep with the gaggers. Some of these people drink the wine they buy by diluting it with water, and others drink the stuff they receive luxuriously. What you have acquired without difficulty is of an incapable nature. It's the same with money, and even if it's really not necessary, you can't get out of poverty forever because you buy it without getting lost.

After Sandra was recognized as a saint, the nobles who wished to have their miracles done first were carrying their feet to the house and devoting their sake to God. Some of them contributed fruit and expensive sweets, but many chose alcohol as a sacred gift.

For the past month, her parents were so drunk every day that Sandra always looked after her twin brothers when she got home. But this day was a little different. Sandra, who was already sick of this life, left her younger brothers in her room and was ready to leave.

"The dress Fredrick gave me won't get into my bag. All we have to do is pick it up first and come back for the rest. In the meantime, I have to ask you to stay at someone's house from tomorrow. I wonder if Evan or Aaron would listen to me."

As she murmured about the bumps and the selfish things, she heard her younger brothers crying from the next room and gradually smelled a burning smell.

"What? It smells burnt. No way, those kids again...!

Looking back, smoke was coming in through the door gap. When Sandra opened the scary door, the living room was filled with smoke and the matchbox was clamped in his brother's hand across the flame.

I had heard that twins were making a lot of noise during the day without Sandra. So I quickly realized that I had lit something up again. Even though the matches were supposed to be out of reach, it seems that the wise ones piled up boxes of useless junk collected by their mothers and removed them from the upper shelves.

Without knowing what to do, the younger brothers ran away from the flames and stood against the opposite wall, shouting in fear. Looking indoors, Sandra's notebooks and textbooks were placed along with toys in the playground of his younger brothers. I was convinced that the fire would be there, especially because I felt the momentum of fire around it. The flames spread through the curtains, quickly spreading throughout the room, and the younger brothers completely lost their escape. And my parents, who were sleeping on a fluffy carpet, didn't seem to wake up drunk.

The twin younger brothers looking for a place to escape looked at Sandra across the door and asked for help.

"Hey, honey! Come on, come on!

"Wow! Hey, hey!"

Sandra sipped her lips and closed the door.

"I haven't seen anything. I came home from a walk and it was on fire."

Sandra opened the window and jumped out of the window in her clothes while her back was pulled by a dress packed in her bag. From the front, the neighbors noticed the fire. Mixed with that, I heard soldiers shouting that they were supposed to be far away. He must have been nearby, not following Sandra's advice.

"There must be a Virgin in there! Where are you! Please respond! Sandra!

Sandra ran through a narrow alley, making sure there was no one around her, and when she came to the well, she washed her face and checked her clothes for dirt. Then he took a breath and walked back home as if nothing had happened.

Then the missed aunt spoke in a hurry.

"Sandra! Oh, good, you weren't home. Oh, my God, your house is on fire!

"Huh!? Is Tom and Sam okay?

In front of the house, neighbors were on fire extinguishing in a bucket relay with soldiers who were guarding Sandra.

"By the time we found out, the whole fire was spinning around, and one of the soldiers came in to help, but he hasn't come back yet. I heard Tom calling you halfway through, but I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I'm sure that soldier won't be able to do it."

Sandra burst into tears and fell on the spot.

The fire extinguishing activities of the residents avoided some burning in the vicinity, but many of the people who had been extinguished suffered burns. Sandra's house was completely burned down and four members of her family and soldiers were found dead. The fire was in the living room and neighbors recently testified that the child had vomited several times, and it was concluded that the play of the child who had just learned how to use the match was probably the cause.

Sandra, who was picking up the morning at a nearby church, hugged Evan crying when she heard of the fire.

"Evan! Oh, my little brothers! I lost my precious family at once!

Evan tells her that she should contact Sandra administratively when she rips off her hugging.

"That was tough. But I'm glad you're okay. His Highness was also worried, but apologized for not being able to pick him up. Your dwelling under construction at the Grand Shrine is still out there, but you don't have anywhere else to go? It's a lousy room for priests, but I got permission to use it. I don't know if I'd like to put you in such a place, but I've been patient for a while."

Sandra blinked. Because of this, I naturally expected to live in the royal palace. Besides, Evan's attitude is so cold. Rather, it looks a little angry.

"I've lost everything, I'm so heartbroken. I'd like to be by Fredrick's side, if possible."

"I can't do that. I'm not going to sully you, the Virgin. Though heartfelt friendship is forgiven, there is a further danger of losing the Virgin's powers. Your Highness still wants you to be his wife. I don't want any mistakes."

Since then, Sandra has been taken to Evan, who speaks silently, in a majestic temple made of white stone that Sandra, a civilian, should not be allowed to enter forever.

There, an elderly man dressed in white priestly clothes greeted me respectfully. As Sandra followed the man, Evan groaned.

"Sandra, are you really a saint?