Even Though I'm a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an

"What tough hair and eyes!?

The first thing that was directed at me by my real mother was eyes and words of contempt that looked at the monster.

The dragon that ruled the continent with terror from a brave man with a holy sword, the vampire who ruled the night over you and the legacy that real people and monsters have wrapped around you with rare wisdom, but the most famous and ominous story for the imperial aristocracy is the anecdote of a grey-haired ghost.

Three hundred years ago, a revolutionary who tried to break the rule of the upper classes, who did not hate civilian sacrifice, and who dominated more than 70% of imperial territory, was born with gray hair and eyes of different colours, left and right.

The gray-haired ghost, a folk hero who had a successful revolution, was just a monster like the devil to the aristocracy who had to let go of many vested interests.

As a result, the nobility itself survived, but among them grey hair and iridochromosis (odd-eyed) were hated like snake scorpions and neglected regardless of ability or character.

It is Shirley Algrey who was born with white hair and red and pale eyes in the house of the Duke of Algrey, the great nobleman of such an empire.

If you're grey-haired or odd-eyed, even a blood-connected fruit child is nothing but a cursed child for a nobleman who hates it like a snake scorpion, and for its prestigious Algrey family, Shirley, with both abominable elements.

All the frustrations that even the lower nobles mocked and scoffed at were directed at Shirley. A long time ago, nobility had no problem abandoning children they didn't like, but the Algreys had no choice but to feed them with humiliation, because the revolution had made nobility equally justiciable by law.

But for Shirley, she might still have been happier to be dumped.

They were not called by their parents or brothers or sisters, they were called with contempt for their gray hair and monsters, they were dressed all year round in thin clothes, they did not eat expensive meals with their families, and they were given meals that were sometimes eaten by the poor in their own rooms.

If you make a minor mistake, you'll be severely caged, and if you see it no matter what you're doing, you'll be kicked with the mockery.

The family that was supposed to protect Shirley made her an eight-win target, and the servants serving the mansion thought about preservation and all indifferent.

She was a Shirley who spent her childhood going exactly as badly as she could, but she grew up beautiful every day as if it were inversely proportional to that.

Originally, apart from the nobility, the gray hair, which also looks mysterious, shines like fresh snow, and the eyes, which differ in colour from left to right, shine as if they had embedded red and ethereal balls.

It is unfortunate, but therefore its appearance is as gloomy as the moon, and the more fantastic it seems to disappear if you touch it.

It was one younger sister, Alice, who ostensibly despised such Shirley and was genuinely more jealously insane than anyone else.

She's an adorable warrant, too, but she's inferior to Shirley. Alice took the initiative to abuse Shirley, who was born of the same parents but becomes beautiful as if she were leaving her behind.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sister. I overflowed my meal."

Sister and Alice's domestic violence, which she calls with plain irony, escalated daily as Shirley grew.

It was cute, such as eating Shirley's meal while crawling on the floor and squatting, and sometimes it went as far as not being stylish, such as calling it swordsmashing and continuing to beat her with a wooden sword.

Nothing is more vicious than innocence repeating atrocities without any offense. If only there were no one to cover it up.

The youngest daughter is abused in the home as a child of curse and is loved by her family. Even if it was unethical, the abominable testament, gray hair and odd eyes, had become immunity to them.

Shirley is just eleven years old and tired of life. When I was holding my knees in the mansion's backyard and crying quietly, wanting to disappear like this, I heard an unfamiliar boy from overhead.

"You, what are you doing here?"

The Crown Prince, Alberto Ragdor. That was his name and identity.

He was eleven years old, the same as Shirley at the time, when he was visiting the Duke's house with his father, the Emperor, and using his spare time to explore the mansion, he stumbled upon her.

Alberto fell in love at a glance to Shirley, who was already getting his finished beauty the moment he looked up and looked at each other.

And when he told her that gray hair and odd eyes were being abused by his real family for a reason, Alberto pulled Shirley's hand and ran out to the Emperor.

"Father! My fiancée will be Shirley!

Thus, the declaration, left to the momentum of love at first sight, is unexpectedly accepted lightly.

Sometimes their identities are matched, and the gray hair and odd eyes that nobility dislikes were favored by the emperor family, who was once regained by such revolutionaries in a time when they were held up with their masters but became puppets of nobility.

If there was a problem, it was that he was not educated in nobility, but for the first time in his life, Shirley found someone who loved him, and that's when he learned them with so much effort that blood seeped through him.

Then for eight years (...), she was happy.

Her sister and family could not reach her first daughter, who became the fiancée of the Crown Prince, without darkness, and Shirley grew up as an ideal lady with a brilliant and extinct beauty.

Knowing the "pain" herself, but thus understanding the "pain" of others more than anyone else, she became a very kind woman of her heart, and the people, of course, were highly popular from servants who worked in the castle, as well as trusted by the Emperor's Queen.

Alberto and I were as close as ever, and we felt the fever poured into the foetus from our beloved man, who had begun the night we refrained from marrying, and we were happier than ever.

But such picturesque Cinderella stories were torn apart by pure malice.

After eight years, her sister, Alice, was jealous of her obsession.

I couldn't stand the presence of my sister, who was more beautiful than me.

I couldn't stand the fact that my sister, who was looking down scatterly, could be welcomed by the royal family instead of herself.

And most importantly, I hated my sister for taking his heart from the side, even though it was me who liked Alberto first.

"I forsake my engagement to Shirley Algrey and instead declare my engagement to that sister, Alice Algrey!!

The beginning was the gradual shortening of time spent with Alberto.

Shirley herself felt no discomfort at seeing Alberto less because formal marriages were moving day in and day out, but Alice's plot had already begun.

"Eight years ago that day, I didn't even think that tear was your act! I can't get tired of just being unfaithful with an unspecified number of men, and what an ugly woman behind her back to keep abusing Alice, my real sister, more than a child!

Pushed to the ground by Alberto's belly-hearted knight, he looks up to Alberto, unable to understand the situation, and Alice, who leans in arms with him.

"Yes, what the hell do you mean, Master Alberto…? I remember..."

"Don't call me by my name! Damn, I was whispering love to a woman like this, and so on and so forth, and I vomit backwards!

The beloved man who throws up and throws up just saying he sees something heartfelt ugly.

"I'm a thick-faced woman to cut white over this period! If you want to know so much about your sins, I'll tell you!

Says he abused Alice since he was a child.

Said he was the fiancée of the Crown Prince, while repeating himself with an unspecified number of men.

Said he was in close contact with a neighbor.

Says he clothed himself in the state budget.

None of it is a sin I can remember, a sin that is practically rootless.

"Wow, I... I'm so sad, sister. When we were little, we got a lot of irritation, but I believed that a sisters with blood connections could figure it out someday."

Alice leans in tears with sadness to Alberto and the others. Only Shirley, seized to the ground, showed a terribly distorted winning face.

"Such a healthy and kind heart Alice. While she is my real sister......!! A woman like you doesn't deserve a queen! Alice, who is kinder in heart than anyone else, is my destiny!

My fiancée holds my sister in love. Alice peeks a sense of superiority into her tearful eyes. Looking down at himself abominably, at the people he thought had bonded over the past eight years, Shirley was convinced that Alice had disparaged him.

I don't know what kind of manipulation I used. But now, Alice took Alberto's heart, took the people around her and disparaged Shirley's trust to the ground.

"I didn't care about you the last few years! Do you know what it's like to be educated later than me, but to be able to cross everything with your sword, your studies, your manipulations!? With a woman beside me who doesn't know how to stand a man like you, there is no rest for me!!

The word was just a stopping word for Shirley.

One day she will be queen, denied all the efforts she has made to support her beloved, and tears will fall from her two-colored eyes.

"Oh, no... it's a mistake of some sort...! Restore your calmness and do it again......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Please.........! Trust me...........................! Dear Alberto………!

"Shut up! I don't even want to hear your words! Guard! Throw this woman into the dungeon now!!

He is dragged abusively by the guards as he is cursed by a large number of people who have built his fraternity.

A desperate plea was also rejected, forcing him to change from a brilliant dress to a filthy jail worn by the prisoner, and Shirley was imprisoned in the dungeon.