My Twin Sister Was Taken as a Miko and I Was Thrown Away but I’m Probably the Miko

Mother, evocative.

“- I have trouble being dead. so as to deal with it as soon as possible.”

I hear voices.

I’m lying in bed. There is no strength in the body. How is it that I, Alice’s mother, who is a divine son, fit the eye like this? Isn’t this, like, old times?

Alice was bringing me blessings, originally an angelic child. Because Alice was there, I was able to live with five satisfied bodies. If so, how could you, like this——-?

With that in mind, I remembered the old days as I looked to my husband looking at this one worryingly beside the bed.

Until my grandfather’s day, my house was a nobleman. That was the word my mother always used to say. Now, though we live in the countryside in this way, we were saying that we should not forget our noble hearts as nobles and our love for our ancestors. Because my mother had spoken over and over again, the story of my ancestors was enough for me to be able to recite it myself. My mother’s favorite ancestors were beautiful beings with clear blue eyes in beautiful golden hair. So its presence was special to me, too.

My mother died, and I met and married my husband. By then, I had broken my body. Originally, my body wasn’t strong. That winter was colder than usual. It was the year they said that the cold was coming every decade or so. So it was only natural for me to feel ill when I was weak.

I was ready to die then. I was wondering if I was going to die, and the doctor who managed to get a look at me told me that tonight would be the day that my health, strangely enough, was rapidly getting better. The doctor surprised me that it was a miracle. A while later, I found out that there was a baby in my stomach.

– I also felt that the life I lived in in this stomach might have helped me. I couldn’t wait to love the life I lived in my stomach thinking that way that the child who lived in my stomach might have connected my life. That hasn’t changed since I found out my hungry child was a twin.

Oh, two, in my tummy, there’s life. You’re gonna have two of my kids. What a happy thing. My husband and I waited, looking forward to seeing which looks like it, etc. I, no matter what child is born, shall I adore you as much as I can. No matter who the enemy is, I will be on these children’s side.

Sure, I was thinking that way then.

But when I saw the first child I was born with, I was caught in the eye. Not much like me or my husband. But it seemed somewhat like that when I saw the baby that my mother liked and my ancestors, who had been asked so many times, were like this.

Having twins was a big deal, they said I might die, but I wasn’t worried. My children helped me with a situation where I was told I might die once. ‘Cause next time I’m sure it’s okay, I thought it was weird that way.

I was sure Alice, my twin sister, had drawn my heart to me, but I was also trying to be cute about my sister, Lernda. But as I grew up little by little, that’s how I came to think Alice was special. Alice was a very, very beautiful looking child, unlike me or my husband.

Some villagers complained that Alice was not our child. But Alice was certainly my child, and I thought I had to protect Alice. Caught in that heart, I kept saying that Alice was a special child, my child, not like us in ancestral return.

Keep telling me, protect Alice, and in doing so, I sometimes left Lernda alone. But Lernda was a fine kid to leave alone. I was desperate if I didn’t protect Alice than Lernda, a villager who resembled us and was like anywhere else. As a result, Alice became adorable to everyone, also accepted by the villagers.

Around that time, it became rumored that Lernda, another daughter, was a strange child. She says she’s Alice’s twin sister, but she needs to be beautiful. When you are special and twins but too normal. I was angry at my daughter at first. But really, Lernda was a crazy kid.

One time, there was a kid in Lernda who tried to make a move. But, strangely enough, Lernda didn’t get through that little bit. Ning Lo, the kid who tried to get a little bit on me had a harder eye. I knew I shouldn’t have thought this to my own daughter, but it was still creepy and seemed heterogeneous.

It grew just a little faster than the special Alice, and I was concerned about that too. Why were you calling me when my husband and I were supposed to be kids who couldn’t do anything on their own when they realized that they’d let Lernda go for a day, and when they got angry and rushed to see how Lernda was doing? Spooky kids, funny kids. Lernda went spooky, as opposed to Alice. Though I thought I was creepy, I thought it was because I was my daughter.

But my husband, who was supposed to feel the same way, said.

“That kid is crazy. Alice says she’s such a cutie. Not even cute.”

I thought my sweet husband existed enough to say it that way, and, in addition, sometimes I felt creepy about Lernda in the depths of my heart and became oblivious about Lernda. It was one of the reasons why Alice, my dear child who connected my life, was in a bad mood when Alice, my special child, was in a bad mood when we left Lernda.

Alice looked special and was convinced by then that Alice was the child who helped me.

As Alice grew bigger, she made that special manifest. Everyone paid special attention to Alice and gave me things because it was Alice’s house. Besides, from the time Alice was born, someone mentioned that the village was rich and this was probably because of the presence of Alice as well. A special child who gives me happiness. I was starting to think so from the bottom of my heart.

Lernda, by contrast, is creepy, but she is hesitant to throw it away because there is no reason to be a child. So I was letting you live. I occasionally gave him rice and clothes. I didn’t want the spooky child to engage with Alice, who is sacred, much because I didn’t want her to. Lernda grew up with a kid who didn’t talk too much. Low mouth count, blurred hair, and a pale looking Lernda irritated me and my husband. I thought that if I cried out more, I would still have something cute.

Only one day after the twins turned seven, a cleric came to the house. There must be a godson in this house. My husband and I had two kids when we heard about it, but I thought it was about Alice. That it can’t be Alice. And as Alice’s twin sister, a special being named Divine Son, she threw it away as unnecessary.

Then, me and my husband, were taken to the temple to live the life they deserved as parents of the Divine Son.

In those days, I sometimes felt uncomfortable with my body somewhere. But I thought it was my fault. I am the mother of the Divine Son, so I thought something bad couldn’t happen.

After consulting her husband,

“Ha ha, maybe our angel hosted my brother or sister”

He said, etc. I thought I might, too.

Unlike Lernda, he said that Alice might have lived with me as God’s sister or my brother deserved to be.

But it wasn’t.

I fell ill.

Why, I only get the feeling. Even though I am the mother of the Divine Son and really care about Alice, the Divine Son. Even Alice is supposed to be blessing us as parents. And yet why —-.

“Again, I guess that matter is true”

“… if you look at this, you must be”

I hear the voices of those who serve the Great Temple. But my consciousness was blurred, and I couldn’t hear the words properly.

– – Mother, it reminds me.

(Maybe the divine girl and her sister’s mother fall ill. She doesn’t understand why. Misunderstood that she was in good health because of her sister, just mourning why and why)