The game maker, popular in "Dralogy," launched its own brand II.
Titled "Dorky Love School 2 False Brides and Long Living Love: commonly known as Doradora"
This is also a popular work as a royal road maiden game that drew on the previous stream. Also, unlike "Dralogy," he only staged the college department, remembering that the romance scene had become more intense than all. Again, unlike the previous one, the attackers now have fiancées, depicting plunder love.
If Addy asks, "That's as bad a title as ever to say plunder love or something," but I guess he wanted to smell the sequel and direct the user rather than give it a title that matched the content.
The contents of the game include:
"Lillianne, a commoner who was to attend an upper-class school, meets those heterosexuals there who have fascinating but troubles, and finds true love while confronting the problems they have together..."
That's what it is. It is the same straight-ball Kings Road Cinderella story. Incidentally, most of the "their problems" mentioned here are family matters and the engagement issues that come from them, and consequently causing the engagement to be dissolved is depicted as "true love".
The big difference from the previous one is this "Fiancé of the Attackee," and you need to understand it when you run into them to move the game forward. I mean, there are multiple rival characters this time, and that doesn't mean we just have to take them down eventually either.
Did you also consider the production faction because, as a result of pushing one villain on Mary in the previous work, it appeared without all routes leaking and second only to the main character?
Although, for the time being, it's a maiden game, so if it's enough to increase the number of female characters, there was also an outcry to increase the number of offensive characters, but as a result, the story widened, and because there were friendship events with certain competitors, male users were secured and the success ended.
That's all I thought about, and Mary frowned between my brows.
Funny, even if this is the world where "Doradora" meshed, there's no way Mary Albert is here.
There was some relevance and craftsmanship set up so that players from the previous work could enjoy it, but only "Doradora" is a story of the same worldview as "Doradology" and still played out elsewhere. The only element is omitted and the previous character is never depicted.
It goes without saying to Mary, who didn't even show up on the fan disc, if you say disposable, it sounds bad, but not for the defeated villain warrant lady.
Because she was aware of it, Mary did not know why she was here, and still bowed her head by introducing herself unnecessarily so that she could not understand the confusion.
That's how I got my seat prompted......
Looking to the right, a fluffy, soft haired girl tells her dodgy surroundings that she "lost her way" with a cute smile and a sweet voice as she imagines it.
Looking to the left, by contrast, a beautiful girl with a fair face mutters, "Which route are you going to go into......"
From time to time, they smile and smile, and for just a moment, they cross sharp lines with each other so that they wouldn't know if they weren't caught between them. It is a gaze so hot that the bees and sparks are likely to rise, then so cold that it is likely to tremble. Approximately, about the age, that's not the gaze the first girl ever meets.
Mary, who is unluckily at that intersection, took a small sigh of sigh as she felt a meaningful gaze crossed.
I wish you had taken Addy...... and I had slapped that big mouth and was starting to regret it early.
Perhaps both the transferee Lillianne and the courtesan Karina who stares deeply at her must have memories of previous life.
With that in mind, Mary was gracefully lunching in the corner of the dining room.
Everyone surrounded Mary that it was only a few days after she moved in that Albert family warrant, but by the time three months later everyone had treated Mary as a normal one-student. Of course, there were a lot of occasions where only school customs were valued and respected, but Mary was only a "normal young lady if you talk to her".
Whether they were going to be surrounded or stuck around all the time, they gradually moved away, deciding there was no gain in withdrawing to goldfish manure. How aristocratic the speed of that transformation is, and if you notice, the girl who had Mary's bag is now carrying the luggage of another warrant lady.
On the other hand, I can tell you that she's so normal a girl as to be a courtier of the Albert family. Some people talk casually, and in terms of relationships, she can say it's average. Given the Carrerian era, when she was buying jealousy of female students in the shadows as a warrant to single out Patrick, it can even be said that things were going well.
Still eating alone in the corner of the dining room this way because Mary herself was sick of the current topic and was starting to distance herself from the alumni who talk about it all the time. Now I still hear the same story everywhere, and if Mary sighed inside while fed up, the dining room began to bother me eventually.
Come, Mary groaned reluctantly and turned her gaze next to her as if to ask someone for their consent... after turning her eyes for a moment on the absence there she rushed to the entrance and exit of the dining room as if to delude herself.
And it was Lillianne who served the good looking boys out of the entrance and exit where the gaze in the dining room, including Mary, was gathered.
After she moved in, Lillianne attracted the boys, who reigned at the top of the school. It is already as if they knew their concerns beforehand and even knew the best answer to them.
That's how nearly half of the male students who had just been called Princes in the school were captivated by Lillianne, and at the end of the day, even a good looking teacher - not to mention that teacher in charge - surrounded her. Needless to say, those boys and teachers are 'Doradora' 's offensive characters.
While analyzing it calmly, Mary looked at the so-called "reverse harem" group and carried a sauté cut into bite-sized pieces into her mouth. Only the sister schools of the Carreria School and the Eleciana School have a high dietary level, and this sautéed stone is well made such as a first-rate chef. The intense flavour spreads simply by including it in the mouth and the soft white fish slowly loosens over the tongue.
I want to feed you, but for that I have to put you in the carriage...... and include another bite thinking about that. The rich, yet not overly flavorful flavor causes the food to stop. Another sip, another sip... and an unconscious silver dish dancing on the plate. This taste, not to say who, is likely to be flattened with room for about two plates.
That's how I realized I was eating up beautifully, and now the moment I tried to bring the dessert… and the knife to a spoon, a tray of meals was placed across from Catan… and Mary.
If you look up, there's one girl who looks familiar.
Parfett Marquis, one of Mary's classmates, a girl full of soft looking chestnut hair, big eyes, a child's face and pettiness combined in adorability like a small animal.
She is also one of the characters in "Doradora". That, too, is the fiancée of Guinness Eldland, one of the reverse harlems forming the corner of the dining room. If you say it in the role of the game, it is a rival character in the guinea route.
I've talked to her a few times before, but Mary turned her eyes round and looked around at the contact from someone who wasn't even close to her. The dining room is relatively empty, albeit at noon, and some seats are seen around Mary. I don't feel the need to pack and sit down when it comes to this.
If Mary turns her gaze to the parfet who deliberately puts the tray in front of her, she has asked for permission with a bewildered look and a voice that seems to disappear, "May I sit down…"
"Yeah, I don't mind."
Don't let the upset be understood for one second, and Mary smiles back.
But when he saw Mary at hand, Parfett forced her expression to be as strong as she noticed something.
"Oh, um... was anyone with you?
"No, I'm alone, but what's wrong?
"Um... but the cup..."
Chira and Parfett turn their gaze to Mary at hand.
There are two cups against one Mary. If you look at this, everyone will think there are attendants.
But Mary said, "I'm all alone," even though she guessed it. The expression of the parfet begins to include a surprising color, but Mary, who guesses it, speaks out "go ahead" to encourage her to take a seat.
Before being asked, "Never mind," there's no way you can say, "I've prepared a drink for two in my habit."
With no reason to know such Mary's creed or anything else, Parfet lowered his back to the chair while still remaining slightly puzzled in color.
That's how the meal starts again, but Mary raises a question mark in her heart on a parfet that doesn't mean anything to talk about.
I also noticed what the hell it was, asking so directly that I seemed to doubt it, and I sighed that Mary had a point in my heart about Chila and her... frightened breathless look.
She is the fiancée of Guinness Eldland. but when it comes to its guinace, it is precisely one of the reverse harlems that Lillianne builds, which is now in the vortex of rumors.
I mean, she was deprived of her fiancée by a transfer student. Poor lady. It was also taken away as' one of the men who surrounded her '.
What is this without calling it disgraceful? Her uncomfortable is not hard to imagine. Besides, the Marquis family in Parfett is not in such a high position among the nobles, and if I say so, it's like being raised to the Eldland family by virtue of his engagement to Guinness Eldland.
So now that we've lost it, there's nothing to protect her from, and I guess the gaze of curiosity poured out is less relentless than the other fiancées deprived of them. Those who now send their gaze to the flickering and parfet, or those who laugh coldly, enter their sights, sighing as Mary pleases...
Cohon
And I coughed one up.
I wouldn't say the pity of the students turning away in a hurry at that moment. These are people who laugh at tragic ladies in the shadows, to this extent with Mary Albert.
Most of all, even the parfet made me wiggle my shoulders and show fright......
"Oh, um, could I have disturbed you too..."
"No, it's not! It's okay, never mind."
I forgive the parfet for rushing to take a seat in tears and calm her down for a moment.
From Mary's point of view, it's the opposite of me... I don't think that's the type of person I'd have trouble dealing with if I told you, and given her current situation, I can't kick her out.
That's why Mary turns her gaze to a parfet who recommends a meal with a depressed look on her face.
"I won't ask you anything, so why don't you eat a little more delicious?
I told him. When it comes to the look on her face during the meal, it's as if she manages to swallow the last meal of her life, which is also terribly unsavory… There are no shards of elegance, it even looks painful.
I know what's going on, but if I told the chef I was rude, the parfet took a small sigh of sigh.
"Yes, right..."
And what a weak voice of a potpourring and whining voice. Still, the students around them don't stop sending their curious gaze, and in the corner of the dining room, they hear cackling and bustling as if it were just a flower garden there.
On the front is a girl who goes on to eat with a gloomy look. Whispers that are heard hissing at the gaze they send. The laughter of a brain-weather woman and the voices of the men who entertain it......
Mary sighed with a fed up look and cheeked up the last bite of dessert.