Gacha
"Rose, are you okay?
"Are you okay to stay awake? Stay asleep."
It was two men and women who came into the room. He stares at me with a worried face when I was out of bed.
"Yep. My body is fine now.
"Well, Rose? What's with that tone?
The woman approached me as surprised. I'm sure she's a mother.
"Don't you still have a fever? You always say so many things."
(... oh, so many colors, well, you're going to be a villain's maid in the future. I guess it was my fault)
"... no more fever. I just thought I shouldn't be me until now, so I thought I'd change my tone..."
"Hehe, well, Rose is 5 years old now, too, isn't she? You're old enough to want to grow up.
"Oh well. But I miss you. It's as good as it's ever been. It's family."
(That's true too, it's family and you should break the tone)
"Yeah. Okay!
My parents walked out of the room to reassure me to smile.
The fever's been pulling off for a few days.
I wrote on paper remembering what my best friend had said about the maiden game.
"Um, there's between five and six targets of attack. I'm Roselia, the villain's warrant lady. Heroin is Emily, you should have asked her for the target's name. You're disengaged and deported from the country, aren't you? Well, if you were in exile... no, surely at worst, you said execution or something? I wish I was in exile because I could live in exile."
"Excuse me. My lady, my husband is here for you.
Mary called out like that and rushed to the room where your father was, pulling out the paper.