My twin sister was taken in as a miko, and I was thrown away, but maybe I am the miko.

When I woke up, the familiar priestess opened her eyes wide and raised her voice in a panic.

“So you’ve finally woken up.”

　After saying that, the priestess smiled happily and handed me some water.

　I wonder why I was asleep. What I remember is that whispers began to be heard in the country that a miko might have appeared. All kinds of gods that exist in this world. Those who correctly believe in God can hear God’s voice. Even in our country, until eight years ago, there were people who heard the voice of God. However, that person has passed away.

　And in a situation where there is no one in this country who can properly hear God’s voice, suspicions have arisen that a miko may be appearing in this world. About a dozen priests, including myself, were determined to somehow find the miko, so we performed a ritual that was said to possibly lead to death, and somehow managed to hear the god’s voice. Before I lost consciousness, we relayed the information we had been given about Miko-sama. When I remembered that much, I raised my voice.

“Miko, sir…”

“Miko-sama?”

“Miko-sama… are you ready to welcome her?”

“Yes, I was able to welcome you.”

　I feel relieved at the words of the priestess.

　I then heard that I was the first to wake up among those who performed the ritual, and that the other priests had not woken up yet. And apparently I had been lying down for four months. I was also relieved to hear that no one had died.

　I am glad that I was able to wake up like this, because it was the result of forcing myself to listen to God’s voice.

　I can’t help but feel remorse for letting the miko-sama live in a remote village for eight years because there was no one to hear God’s voice. If we were able to hear God’s voice correctly, we would have been able to welcome the Divine Son as soon as he was born.

　While I was thinking about this, the priestess said, “I’ll bring you some food,” and left the room.

　God child.

　Amid all the information that was conveyed to me by the oracle all at once, I was able to see the image of the miko-sama, although it seemed vague for a moment.

　I couldn’t see it clearly, but I could see the figure of the miko-sama. He recalls that image and thinks about the actual miko-sama.

　Ah, miko-sama.

　Beloved of God.

　What kind of person is he? I can’t help but feel helplessly happy at the miracle of the Divine Son’s existence and at the fact that I am alive in that era.

　I want to meet Miko-sama soon. I can’t help but want to take action for Miko-sama.

　Since then, many people have visited me. Everyone was happy about my awakening and took good care of me.

　I was never approached by high-ranking priests until I completed the important task of listening to oracles. However, because I accomplished this important role, they came to see me. I have a little mixed feelings about that, but that’s okay. Because we were able to welcome the miko-sama.

　I told them that I wanted to meet the miko-sama right then and there.

　Three days later, I was ready to stand before the miko-sama.

　I heard that the miko-sama hasn’t been unveiled yet. However, it is said that the fact that the miko-sama is already beautiful is widespread among the commoners.

　Even though I was able to welcome the miko-sama, I frowned at the fact that I had not been able to properly educate the young miko-sama. I was a low-ranking priest and had no contact with the higher-ups, but I wonder if that’s the policy of the upper-level. A frightening thought has come to mind that they are planning to give the miko-sama a sloppy education and use her as a pawn, and I am also worried about what this country is planning to do with the miko-sama.

　It goes without saying that we need to make sure that the miko-sama can spend his days in peace, but we also feel that we must provide the miko with a proper place to learn. I think that a miko-sama must understand his own position precisely because he is a miko-sama. Just my ideal.

　The story of a woman who was in charge of the miko-sama’s education being expelled because she behaved in a manner unbecoming of the miko-sama is also bothersome. She also said that misfortune is coming to this place because of the woman in charge of education, but she still can’t sort out what’s happening while she’s sleeping.

　For now, let’s try talking to Miko-sama sincerely when we are able to meet her.

　At that time, I certainly thought that while heading to the miko-sama.

　However, when I stood in front of the miko-sama and looked at her, those thoughts were blown away.

“I’m the miko!!”

　The confident girl was certainly beautiful. Her blue eyes and long, golden hair. Yes, goldenhair・・・・・・. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“…My name is Iloom.”

“Iloom!!”

　After that, I don’t remember what I talked about with Miko-sama. However, I left the room after talking about something trivial.

　Then, I headed to my room in the migration area for priests built adjacent to the great temple.

　I was confused.

　I was worried after hearing the rumors about the Miko-sama, but I was really looking forward to meeting the Miko-sama. You can meet the miko-sama. My heart was excited to meet someone loved by God.

　But no.

　That’s what I thought.

　This is because the miko-sama’s hair was not golden in the moment she saw it in the oracle. Although it was dim, I could see quite a bit of color. Her hair wasn’t that beautiful golden color. If anything, it’s a more subdued color. His hair was brown, the same color you could find anywhere.

　Is it possible that the appearance seen for a moment by an oracle is wrong? Could it be that my memory is wrong…? No, I don’t think so. If so, what does it mean? My head is still confused, but I think about the possibilities.

　The miko-sama has dyed her hair…no, this probably won’t happen. Hair dye is expensive and I don’t think you can get it in a remote village. In the first place, hair dye comes off when you wash your hair, so there is no way those caring for Miko would not know the color of Miko’s natural hair.

　It’s a possibility that I don’t want to think about, but isn’t it possible that the miko currently in this great temple is not the real miko? That’s what I thought after seeing the miko-sama with golden hair.

　…I was horrified by the possibility that the Miko-sama might not be the real Miko-sama.

　—Priest, I doubt it.

　(When the priest wakes up, he confronts his sister and grows suspicious.)