I am Alice. It seems that I am ...... a being loved by a god called Kamiko. When I was first taken in by this place called the Great Temple, I didn't doubt that I was a godchild.
No, I still think I am special. Because all my life I have been told that I am special. When I was taken in as a godchild, my mother and father took me for granted, and I was very confident that I was a godchild.
But recently, the priests around me, who are supposed to listen to me, have been acting strangely. They may have been trying not to make me listen to them, but I was listening to them.
I was listening to the words of the priests around me who were saying that I might not be a godchild.
I was not sure how much I was actually being punished by the gods. I was not actually punished by the gods.
They told me that even though I am protected by the kingdom of Fairytorov, this country is not getting richer, and in fact, it is going in the wrong direction.
I was special, I was very beautiful, and everyone affirmed what I was saying. But I was shocked when I heard those who had affirmed me say such things.
Everyone in the village said that I was special, that I was beautiful, and that it was only natural that everyone agreed with me and listened to what I had to say. Even after I came here, everyone said it was so.
---And yet, the people who are supposed to listen to me, who are supposed to love me, are speaking ill of me. The people who have been bad-mouthing me have been bad-mouthing me from the beginning. People who had said good things about me had never said bad things about me before.
I was shocked that it was happening. I am special, so it is natural that people love me, I am special, so it is natural that I am right, I am special, so I should be able to do whatever I say... and so on and so forth. That's what my mother and father said. That's what my mother and father had always said. But I've been feeling uneasy lately, thinking that the fact that I've always felt and thought was taken for granted may not actually be so.
But I am special.
I am very beautiful.
Yes, that's why people will listen to me no matter what I ask for. When I can confirm that, I feel relieved because I know that I am special and that I am right.
I cannot use my power as a child of the gods as the priests around me sometimes say. Maybe I am not one of them. But even if I were, I am special. Because I am special, because I am different from others, I am right.
I told myself this while feeling a vague sense of uneasiness as I spoke out my demands and was assured that they would be fulfilled.
I thought that I would continue to lead such a life in Daejinden for a long time to come, but one day my life changed drastically.
One day, the temple where I lived was noisy. But I thought it didn't matter to me how noisy the surroundings were. I thought that no matter how much the surroundings changed, nothing would change in my daily life.
Even in the village where I was born and raised, everyone listened to me and said I was special.
Even after I was taken in by the high priesthood, everyone listened to me and said I was special.
So even if the place changes, I am still special and my life will never change.
I thought it was natural. It was supposed to be natural. But, I'm not sure how to get there.
I'm going to throw you in jail! You are imprisoned!
I've met you a few times before, this country's royalty, right? He has a pretty well-developed face, but I'm more well-rounded. I didn't pay much attention to him, I didn't even remember his name, but he said something like that and I was captured by knights in armor.
I didn't know why I had to go through that.
They think they can do that to me! What are you doing to me! I screamed at them like that. I had never been in danger like this before. I didn't understand what it meant. If I had raised my voice, everyone would have listened to me. Because that's what everyone said was the way it was supposed to be. That my wishes should be fulfilled. That I was special.
And yet, even though I was being held down and in pain, they wouldn't let me go.
I asked them to let me go, but they looked at me coldly.
Why? Why? I look at the priests. But they look at me coldly. Why? Why? I was about to shout for help when I realized that I didn't even know the names of the women who had been with me all this time.
Shocked that they would not help me, I was carried away and thrown into the cold room.
I was supposed to be special, I was supposed to be allowed to do whatever I wanted - why was I being put in here even though I didn't want to?
A false godchild, he said. But they said I was a godchild and took me in. So I thought I was a godchild, too. But because I wasn't, I was called a false godchild, even though it was this country that called me a godchild without my permission.
Even if I was not a godchild, I was special, I was loved, and it was not right that I should be treated like this.
As I sat there on the cold dirt floor thinking this, a terrible thought popped into my head.
--- Maybe I'm not special, maybe it's wrong to take for granted that everyone listens to me.
I wondered if it was possible that what I had taken for granted might be different.
But it can't be. I am special. That's why ......, that's why I should be able to get out of this terrible situation soon. Because I am special.
I told myself that as I sat there, trapped.
The end of my ---- sister's daily life.
(Perhaps the end of my sister's daily life as a godchild girl. (What will my sister think after being continuously affirmed?)