Go to jail! 〜 The villainous daughter wants to be loved in the extra edition

It's all for the outside.

I decided to work harder as a villain. Not if you're playing a lukewarm prank. Whoever you think you are, if you don't be more mean and hate me from everyone.

Harassment of black roses against white roses doesn't really describe childhood. I came up with one of the few and tried to stick it out. Though I thought the failure was because of the dodgy Elle, he doesn't seem to be able to do very well after being alone.

Sophia remembered to run faster and retaliate. When I tried to play tricks on the letter she had, they knocked the ink out in return. If I get bumped in the hallway, they'll deliberately step on me. You can't stay like this.

Nevertheless, if it's Sophia.

The white rose that appears in "Branois" cried as soon as she put it on for a bit, but Sophia in reality rarely (rarely) cries. Did you cry a lot about when I took your favorite chocolate cake from your dessert? But I can't eat that much even if I lay it aside, so I get in trouble. I ended up taking it back to my room and ate it later. Though the chocolate cake is rich and delicious when it's a little bit, it hearts out when it's a lot. I think I'm going to hate sweet things if I stay like this, so let's make it another mean thing.

So I deliberately decided to lend Sophia the broken picture book. When I was little, it was something my father, who was still kind, read to me. The string was old and cut, so I thought I had to fix it, but I kept it. So I'm going to lend it to Sophia once and say "broke" and blame it when I get it back. That would make Sophia cry out of confusion and say "no".

I lent it to you two days ago, so it's about time, right?

"Sophia, this is the picture book I lent you last time. You finished reading?

"Sister! That's a little... hard to read."

"Yes. Then will you give it back?

I tried to say it after lunch.

My father is out, and my stepmother seems to be still sleeping alone. The front of the fireplace is pocky and pleasant. If you don't hurry up, you're going to forget the meanness of the day and fall asleep.

Honest Sophia hurries to pick up the picture book. Handed over and convinced. You gave up because it falls apart, and there are no signs of it (kechi) that you have read.

"I'm sorry. I borrowed it, but I didn't read it"

"I'm sorry, you."

Quickly I get to be my sister-in-law.

Mean, but I have a feeling it's going to be a decent success today.

"It's not terrible. Break it so bad!

"Huh? But this, from the beginning..."

"You think I lent you a broken book? Liar. Because of Sophia, I can't read anymore."

Of course I'm the one who's lying.

You shouldn't think it's bad, but when you see your sister-in-law about to cry, the feeling of being sorry comes first rather than happy. But I'm a villain, so I can keep my emotions off the table.

"No, not me!

Sophia screams. With another push, 'Sophia is just crying to Veronica's numerous harassments' in Lanobe's description is going to come true.

But at a bad time, my mother-in-law just walks in there.

"Oh, what's wrong with you both?

My mother-in-law hasn't been sloppy lately. My father stays in the royal palace for days at work, so he sleeps fine until after lunch. I'm still walking around with my gown in my nightgown (pajamas) just like a feather. She is the mother of a white rose, but as a lady (lady) she did an embarrassing deed. I never want Sophia to apprentice me.

My mother-in-law was kind when I first met her, like a warm yang. Unfortunately, that seems to have been the face of the approximation. These days, you behave in our faces, and you're cold to me.

"Your sister told me you broke the book..."

Sophia appeals to her mother-in-law.

In a troublesome situation, I struck my tongue in my heart.

Another failure? Almost there, I was about to cry.

"Yes. Veronica, say it? This kid is not a kid who does that. You mean this is broken?

"Ah."

My stepmother took an old picture book out of my hand. When you look at it like you made a fool of yourself, you throw a pong at it. The book's on its way.

I'm surprised, breathtaking.

My book thrown into the fireplace.

The fire circled quickly on the old paper and burned quickly.

"Oh, no! What are you doing?"

"It's broken anyway, isn't it? Because he's grown up, and he's not old enough to read something like that."

It doesn't matter if you don't read it.

That's a picture book full of memories!

I'm sad, I'm sorry, I'm going to cry.

I bite my lower lip hard, to endure.

A villain's warrant lady can't cry in here.

"What? Those defiant eyes. You're a hell of a kid to defy your parents. I wouldn't do that if I had a bad personality."

The stepmother, with his shoulder clasped, pulls Sophia's arm and immediately tries to leave the room. Sophia looks back and seems to care about me. White roses are sweet. So everyone loves you, and you take care of it.

After the two of them left the room, one left me to gather ashes. I couldn't even find a burning cuss. Maybe the bullying punished me. The word karma comes to my mind.

Still, I shake my head sideways.

Not if you're lost, right?

You decided to be mean.

It's all for the outside.

I must be thoroughly hated as a black rose.

One day like that, Sophia hears a story from Elle about "getting engaged soon". No way, Elle's opponent is a prince!

In a hurry, I decided to go check with my father to see if he had come to talk to me about his engagement to the prince.