Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

Abbey, in the northern part of the Noston Nation.

'About a month ago, a girl came here.

First name, Charlotte Martino, age 15. She has long, twirling fluffy hair with cute, round eyes. A high voice like sweet also attracts people.

... but she doesn't seem to have a very good personality.

Apparently, there's not only one reason she came here. First, he tried to discredit the royal families of other countries at the Royal College of Nobility in Wangdu, and was discreetly disciplined. Then in the middle of it, he abused the transfer door this time to set up a brainwashing on the prince of the great power/paft, and tried to push that sin on the baroness's warrant for the finish. As a result, the Royal College of Aristocrats was expelled and brought to this monastery in an almost indulgent manner.

When it comes to the Duke of Martino's house, the crying child is also a fame in silence in the Noston Nation. Why did she behave so humbly when she was supposed to be a courtier from that prestigious place? Anyway, we'll have to watch carefully.

- Pathan.

Julia, who was named Charlotte's nominee, closed the journal.

Charlotte spent about a month in solitary confinement after arriving at this monastery. Starting today, she will be joining the other nuns.

Many of the nuns who spend time in this monastery find themselves here for some reason.

Charlotte, among other things, was a troubled child who was out of the group among its' translation ants'. For this reason, Julia, a veteran who grew up in an orphanage co-located in this monastery, was chosen as her nominee.

"I'm Julia. Ask me anything I don't know."

Charlotte distorts her expression to Julia who greets her concisely

"... then tell me how to get out of here. I'm sick of this place! The cell is small, dark and stinky. I can't believe I didn't get a single step out of here. I could've done something about it! The rice is too primitive... what is that? Well, I'm sorry I finally moved into a regular private room! I mean, the end of the bad end is too long! You think this is gonna last till you die?

Julia likewise distorted her expression to Charlotte, who could say whatever she wanted without a greeting.

"There's nothing I don't know as far as I can answer."

Julia hasn't felt good about her since she saw Charlotte in her cell. I read Charlotte's background, which was given to me later, and the feeling increased even more.

I can't believe you're trying to discredit others for growing up with no freedom.

"I'll show you to your room. Follow me. And the room isn't private, it's with me."

"Eh! You must be lying! I don't like that! To your father..."

Julia blocks her from saying that.

"Do you have a father who can help you now?

……

As soon as possible, Charlotte shut up.

Yulia walked on fast feet like a trademark shortcut brunette bouncing. The color of scorn floats in my eyes, which is often said to be cool.

I feel Charlotte's footsteps walk away more and more dissatisfied with Taratara behind me, but I don't look back. She couldn't contain her frustration anyway.

―――――

After Julia confirmed the dorm room as Charlotte, she was leading her to the large hall used at the rally.

"We have breakfast in the dining room every morning after we pray in church. Meals are served twice at 8: 00 a.m. and 4: 00 p.m. If I'm late, I'll skip my meal."

"Two meals......? I wonder if there's time for a high tea."

"There can't be any such thing. This is a monastery."

Julia goes on ignoring Charlotte, who distorts her face, even if she doesn't believe it again.

"Our place is this big hall. I polish this room up every day."

"Yeah? Take this size for two!! You won't be able to say what you think! Roughly, what are you going to do with every shiny room you don't use every day?"

"The purpose lies more elsewhere. Don't you even know that?

"... it would be a lie... When I got out of my cell, I thought I was free!

Lying, lying, repeating, she looks like she grew up in a greenhouse as expected in Julia. Nevertheless, I didn't know you'd been in solitary confinement for a month and wouldn't understand your situation. Julia wanted to end the conversation with Charlotte as soon as possible.

"And I have something for you. Look, the letter."

Six letters were given by Julia, who did not hide her frustration: two from her parents' house and the rest all from Claire, a paft country.

"I couldn't give it to you while you were in solitary confinement.... Nice, someone to worry about even if it's just a bad thing!

Julia was deposited in this monastery as a baby and has lived here ever since. I am very grateful to the warm Sisters for coming alive with no freedom whatsoever, but to be honest, I also felt lonely.

I didn't expect you to have the good fortune of being born in the Duke's house to push the house to the brink of collapse by betraying your parents and brothers lightly who care about you.

This is why he was blessed from birth! Here's why Julia is so angry with Charlotte.

"... not a single good thing."

But the look on Charlotte's face looked a lot more complicated than I expected, even though it was a word I should have said with disgust.

Julia mouths somewhat when she sees a shadow drop in Charlotte's expression, which until then had a good prestige.

The window in the great hall was open.

It was a beautiful day.

From beyond the open window, children are heard sneezing in the garden.

"... children's voices...?

"Yes, there is an orphanage here. Well, it's none of your business."

Ignoring Julia's voice, Charlotte glances down through the window.

"... you have so many children"

"That's right. Most children have no parents. Some kids were brought here right after birth."

Julia tried to stop herself. I didn't want to tell this worldless, all-you-can-wagamma lady about my birth.

"... one, there's a kid who's not in everyone's circle"

"Oh, Claire."

Charlotte's eyes swam at the name of the little cute girl she could see under the window.

The girl-child stares from the shade of a tree at everyone playing with pleasure. Though not crying, his left hand grabbed the trunk of the tree desperately, his right hand gripping his skirt tightly.

"That kid, he just got brought here last week. I'm only 4 years old."

When she answers that, Julia turns her heels back and leaves the great hall.

"Hey! Where are you going!!

Julia does not answer. Charlotte rushed after her.

Julia went down the stairs and out into the garden.

"Julia!"

The children who admire her like a sister rush over.

"Are you having a good time?

"Let's hide and seek with Julia!

"Fine! Claire. Don't you want to play ghosts with me?

To Julia's invitation, little Claire shook her head weakly.

"Yes. Then hide with that sister."

"Whew. Me?

Ahead of what Julia pointed out was Charlotte, who was solidifying on an unexpected turn.

When little Claire nods reluctantly, Julia begins to count.

"Yichi, Yichi, Yichi, …"

As they say, little Claire, who walked to Tokotoko and Charlotte, looks terribly anxious.

……

Charlotte glances at the frightened little Claire's face. Light black face on thin hands and feet. What she was wearing was clean, but she reminded me that her standing was in Charlotte.

"... over here"

Charlotte pulled the little Claire's hand.

"... here...?

"Shit. Don't talk to me!

They were in the bushes of the monastery courtyard.

"Damn... do..."

"Even I'm tickled!? But hide-and-seek is the market for hiding on trees or in bushes!

In Charlotte's strong tone, little Claire gets stuck in words.

(And shit)

"No, you're not, are you? Nothing, I'm not trying to make you cry!!

Little Claire nodded without saying anything.

Hmm, I thought I was going to cry, but unexpectedly, I'm eating up my teeth and putting up with tears.

……

Seeing her expression, Charlotte's brain had a view of the village where she was born and raised.

◆

"Charlotte. Mom, I'm going out now. Leave a message."

"Yes......"

A small village, close to the border with the Noston State.

It was already dark outside, but my mother said she would leave Charlotte and go out from now on.

(Mom...... again? Must be Uncle Mustache's place)

Charlotte hasn't had dinner yet.

Yesterday's vegetable soup remains in the kitchen pan. Charlotte wanted to forget she was hungry when she thought she was going to eat that cold soup with a thin flavor and little utensils left.

Charlotte, who has only just turned 5, already knows she doesn't have the money to buy bread in her own house.

The brilliant dress my mother wears somehow increases, even though I can hardly eat fluffy bread or loose potatoes.

I can't buy food, but a dress would be fine! And I used to think.

But I was flattered that my friend in the village bought me a cute piece for my birthday and Charlotte tried to insist on my mother, but I didn't get a good reply.

When my mother goes to play with 'Uncle the Beard', she doesn't quite come back. I miss being alone on a dark night, but I was looking forward to my mother's souvenir, which I could eat the next morning. They wrap up the rest of the restaurant.

Stew with plenty of bread, simmering beef and gobbly vegetables you can't always eat...... She was trying her best to leave a message with a menu that seemed to drool of covetousness just when she thought of it.

Now that I think about it, "Uncle Beard" was not my father Benjamin, but my mother's lover.

My mother always finished her meal outside just herself, and Charlotte made all the vegetable soup. That wealthy Martino family should have given his concubine and daughter enough to live on.

Still, I can tell now that my life was poor because my mother was running out of money just for herself.

Even in the eyes of Charlotte, who was small, my mother was not like her friends' mothers. Living as one's heart was like an unchanging sister.

Charlotte didn't cry. I'm afraid my mother will think I'm bothered by crying. Nico always laughed and played the girl she loved.

◆

(... I remember something nasty!)

In the bushes, Charlotte hits her tongue.

As soon as, the little Claire's shoulder, shrinking next door, jumped in a freak.

"... we're talking over here. You're not bad!

"Ha... yes"

Little Claire looked horny, but she's still peeking at this one's complexion.

I can't believe you look just like yourself as a kid, but your name is' Claire '. Charlotte, who laughed all the time, didn't feel surprisingly bad.

―――――

Julia was keeping a diary as she checked sideways that her new roommate was asleep.

(Today was unexpected. I thought I was going to run away from you)

"What happened today.

I was in the same room as the new Charlotte.

She is a problematic child as per her resume. Complaining all the time, non-cooperative to do anything. I tried to get him to write a letter to my family to encourage regeneration, and he fell asleep wrapped in a sheet in a gap with his eyes removed.

(But...)

Julia runs more brushes.

'Surprisingly, the orphanage kids seem to like it.

In particular, she had noticed as soon as possible how Claire had just arrived last week.

Most of the noble ladies who visited us at the service see us with pity. But she wasn't. What does it mean to treat you normally without looking particularly concerned? '

When Julia finished writing that far, she magically turned off the lights in the room.

―――――

A few weeks from there.

Charlotte was perfectly acquainted with her life in the convent.

"There's no wine for breakfast, is there? Besides, I don't have time to relax and enjoy my tea... I'd like to escape, but I need a carriage in such a remote area... Julia, what are you having so much fun here?

"Now, it's a pleasure to see the lady of the duke's house. Besides, wine is special. There are vineyards on the monastery's property, and they make wine, so you can have it. I think you should be as grateful as you can drink.

Charlotte and Julia were incompatible relationships, but were in the process of reconciling to such an extent that they did not feel the sting lightly. Charlotte hasn't changed at all since the beginning. What changed was Julia.

In the name of Charlotte's regeneration, Julia has undertaken a clerk to check out letters she wrote to her family. Recent examples include "I want alcohol other than wine" and "I want a new dress".

At first they both seemed arrogant wagamama. But 'I Want Alcohol Other Than Wine' was for alcoholic nuns who didn't quite get a plug sent in, and 'I Want a New Dress' was for little Claire who never saw a brilliant dress up close (maybe).

Especially with little Claire. The horse seemed to fit, and Charlotte also gave away a beautiful note from her sister. That was another surprise.

Exactly. Though I found that I had no reflection at all on "I Want a Prince Anyway" to be able to make sense of it.

"Hey, Julia. Cleaning the big hall today, won't you? Let's have a tea party in the room together!

It was time to finish my morning prayers and breakfast and clean the big hall of my routine from now on.

"Tea party? Are you still spreading your head?

"Oh no, I'm frightened. I've cleaned for the rest of my life."

"It's a very short lifetime."

Julia closes her mouth to Charlotte, who jokes around everywhere. No matter how badly you do it, it's too much.

Apparently, her sister is engaged to the first prince of the Paft Nation, but that was enough to make her anxious if you were okay.

Hearing Charlotte complain, they eventually arrived in the Great Hall. The weather is bad today. It's raining zather outside, and the room is dim, even though it's supposed to keep the curtains open.

Always, with Julia coming from the hallway side, Charlotte brushes the floor up shiny from the window side. With no motivation or strength, Charlotte could only wipe about a fifth of Julia's floor, but it was much better than it was in the beginning.

"That one."

Charlotte, who had just skipped the cleaning and looked out the window, raises her bare voice.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Just under 3 minutes after I started working. Julia asked back in dismay.

"On that tree...... it looks like a white cloth is pinched...... I wonder..."

Julia, concerned, goes to the window where Charlotte is skipping. And I was surprised.

"It's not cloth. It's a child!

After the great hall in a great panic, the two headed under the tree. And call out loud.

"Who's there? Don't move because it's dangerous!

"Ha... Yes..."

It was little Claire who answered Julia's call.

He's gone pretty far up there about how the hell he climbed. The rain storm was almost unprotected because of it, and I could imagine it being soaking wet.

She always had a small voice, but I can't hear her particularly today.

"No more. You can't help it!

With Julia on her ass wondering how to help her, Charlotte puts her hands on the branches.

"Huh? Are you... climbing?

'Cause if you don't climb, what are you gonna do?

With that said, she climbs a tree with a grunt. Originally, this tree is as thick and easy to climb as the orphanage kids climb and play with. Charlotte, in a monastic garment with long lengths and difficult to move, also reached the little Claire easily.

"Claire, grab me."

"Ha... Yes..."

How long the hell have you been here, little Claire's body was totally cold. Charlotte tries to hold her body tight and go down, but the wet branches glide tight in the rain and it doesn't work.

"" Ah. "

Charlotte slipped her leg.

Grabbing the branches with your hands is fine, but one hand is buried with a small clare.

result. The two fell upside down as they were.

(... that?

Charlotte should have embraced the little Claire and tried to withstand the shock, but no pain whatsoever. When I looked closely at myself, my body was floating in the air a little above the ground and I almost landed slowly.

"... Julia can use magic."

Then help me sooner, Charlotte glances at Julia.

"Quicker than that, get Claire to the infirmary"

Julia, who decided that she was faster to carry, received the little Claire so that she could snap it out of Charlotte's arm and ran over to the orphanage.

In Charlotte's hands, staring behind him, there was still a lovely note sprinkled with water.

―――――

"K, I wonder how Claire is doing."

Charlotte asks Julia, who returned to her room that night after dinner.

"I've got a cold, and I think I have a fever. The pills are not working... I'm just going to talk to the Virgin who can use the magic of healing tomorrow."

It's about the Virgin Anne, Charlotte thinks. Apparently, this monastery is equipped with a 'door', and my aunt had come to see Charlotte frequently.

……

Charlotte comes up with something.

"Hey. Where's the 'door'?

"I have a priori who got into another country and I will never tell you"

"... Julia can use magic, can't she?

"I can use it, but only a little. I can't move the door. Besides, there's hardly anyone here who can use the door. Just accept it. I'm sorry you couldn't get away."

Charlotte swelled her puffy cheeks. I've been here for weeks. I just think about running away every day, but I was accepting that it was just waste to think geographically.

But this time she was thinking about the 'door' for a different purpose than escaping.

To Charlotte, who has been silent, Julia says.

"... you're a really weird kid. I thought you were worried about Claire, and the next moment I'm thinking about escaping. It's too short-circuited, like a child."

"... what! Julia, if magic can be used, it's the nobleman's house, right? Tell me where the hell the house is!

"... this is why I didn't want to say it. When the aristocratic class finds out that they are drawing the blood of nobility, that's how they all try to gain an immediate advantage.... I'm just like Claire. They left me here when I was little!

Julia grabbed the diary when she said all that, Batan, and made a loud noise and walked out of the room.

To an unexpected answer, Charlotte sits in bed with Posan.

Charlotte's bed sheets are pinched with a note that little Claire had gripped neatly stretched out the wrinkles.

Though it is hard to fasten the prototype, it is worn out because it was wet. If I give this back to that kid, I'm sure he'll be disappointed.

This note was purchased and sent to me by my sister Claire in Ultz, the king's capital of the Paft Country. Claire somehow assumes that Charlotte likes cute things.

Charlotte, who no longer had to play "Cute and Healthy Sister," flashed the note to little Claire, "Because I don't need this."

This note, which little Claire seems to have cherished, is no longer on Charlotte's desk. Even if I wanted to get out of the city and buy you a replacement, I couldn't do that to her right now.

"I can't believe I carry something like this with me... like an idiot"

―――――

The next morning.

At the end of his prayers at the church, Charlotte received a call. When I went to the designated room, the person as expected was waiting for her.

"How are you, Charlotte?

"Yes. Aunt Anne. My aunt seems fine, above all."

Anne squirts at Charlotte, who makes a laugh.

"You've come to say hello properly. Previously, at the top of the opening, I was like, 'Get me out of here!! It was."

"I've decided to change the operation. If you were a good girl, your father would call me back, too!

"Your brother, not your father."

Ann laughed deeply.

The Duke of Martino family was in a lot of trouble because of the numerous scandals caused by Charlotte. My father's title was ceded to my eldest brother, Oscar, and I no longer talked about working in the royal palace, which was about to be decided by my second brother, Leo.

Well, it turns out that the brothers have the magic there due to the re-baptism, so the second brother is likely to be in a different place of work. That's another story.

Now the Duke of Martino family was beginning to go a long way to regain their reputation for falling to the land in the Noston Country.

Charlotte, who can do whatever she wants, knows that. So I have yet to make a serious attempt to escape this monastery.

"I went to a girl named Claire earlier.... you have a child with the same name"

……

Charlotte walked out on herself by accident.

"You have a terrible cold. The pills don't seem to work either, so I've been doing some healing magic."

"So, that kid...?

"I'm perfectly cured."

"Good......!... No, oh, yeah"

Charlotte, who nearly lowered her chest, hastily disguised herself as calm.

"Hehe. I heard a little bit about it." The paper your sister gave me flew in the wind and caught me in a tree, so I wanted to get it somehow. "

"... yes..."

Ann smiled at Charlotte, blushing her cheeks slightly and distracting her.

"Though the Duke of Martino family is at the entrance to a long tunnel to regain their honor, it looks like you've finally stood there too"

"Huh?"

Anne says to Charlotte, who shows a bare gesture that she doesn't know what it means.

"Charlotte's white magic should have been used for the people of the Noston Nation. Um... little Claire, too, if there was any healing magic, you could have healed her right away. Before that, good quality protection would have prevented them from being hit by rain on trees."

When Ann's troublesome sermon began, Charlotte was always mindless. Depending on the plans for the day, it was also a routine tea meal to think about dresses to wear later and think about what to do with today's tea treats.

But only today, the cold out little Claire's body temperature comes back to Charlotte's arms. It overlapped with my former self, who was powerless and could only survive a young mother like my daughter.

And in this world where suddenly everything stopped going the way I wanted, I'm like that helpless mother right now, you know?

"Think carefully about what you've done. Who could you have helped with the white magic that really should have been used? It's all because of your misfortune."

Ann spinned, harshly, gentle words.

"Come back when you know that. Though no one knows how many or how many decades it will take."

……

Charlotte did not reply. But Ann, who saw her expression, nodded satisfactorily and left the visiting room.

―――――

"Three months after Charlotte Martino arrived.

What she told me today.

That she hasn't been at the Duke of Martino's since she was born.

And an apology for the rumbling the other day. (But it was pretty far away)

The next time I go out of town, I want you to buy me a note that little girls are going to like.

The cleaning of the Great Hall is that we want to take a weekly break and have a tea party with the nuns.

I'm still complaining, but she seems to be trying to face her sins as she is.

Long way to go. As your guide, I'm going to keep a close eye on her regeneration '

When Julia finished writing her diary, she looked at the sleeping face of her roommate, who slept soundly and smiled lightly.