Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

When I realized it was strange, I couldn't turn back anymore.

What time is it?

My face in the mirror is healthy, beautiful and adorable. But his eyes are as dark and cloudy as a bottom of water.

I looked familiar enough to say I didn't like the clothes I was wearing.... Oh, did you get back to the starting point again?

A meaningless, hellish year begins again.

The first time, I didn't understand.

Sure, I hated that kid who approached my fiancée in a thick and shameless way, and he did a lot of mean things.

But it wasn't supposed to be this important... That's all I was trying to tell that kid about me.

By and large, why does the story leap so far with the stripping of the title and the destruction of your home as you have abused a civilian student?

And why would my fiancé stand next to her and plead guilty to me...

How could I be chased through school and locked up by myself... I don't know. I don't know everything.

I didn't even fix my messy hair, and in a qualitative room I was squeaking blindly.

Why... I don't know... I didn't eat a meal, that's all I kept whining about, and when I lost my sense of time, my vision finally smeared black.

The second time was full of questions.

When I woke up, it was a mansion I was used to seeing.

It's not that confined elegant room, it's the mansion I originally lived in.

The date is about a year ago, the day that that kid shows up before me.

For a moment I wonder if what happened earlier was a dream, but to clean it up as a dream, everything I experience is somewhat vivid.

The desperate face of my father and mother. My brother's cold gaze. Fiancé's contempt colored caged eyes. And... her, the face that pitied me.

I can't forget them. Besides, nature and I distance ourselves from her. I didn't want to get involved anymore.

I even distanced myself from her and from my fiancée. Because that time... reminds me of my contemptuous gaze.

And a year passed, and he was still next to her.

It would still have been good if that had been done. But the reality was not gentle, and I was being borne an unjustified sin.

The guilty plea is about the same as the first time. I don't lend ears to my explanations or anything. Without changing those eyes of my fiancée. Her expression just might have changed a little.

Anyway, even though I have not laid a hand on her this time, the title was stripped and I was still chased home and shut down.

Think even as you get trapped in a qualitative room.

Funny, no matter how much, isn't this weird? Even so, the house is a nobleman who has received quite a title.

Allegedless sin, and why this in a little case made by my underage daughter...

Think, think, think, when the feeling of the date was gone, and the vision was also painted black.

The third time I understood and despaired.

When I woke up, it was a mansion I was used to seeing.

Exactly. I didn't think I was optimistic that it was a dream anymore.

The first and second memories were well held.

The second time I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that a nobleman who neglected the house might have used me to discredit the house.

The house is a nobleman made up of civilians a few generations ago. It is despised and neglected by the aristocrats of origin.

Besides, I guess I shouldn't have had a gap I could put in the first place. Now you don't have to give me that kind of gap.

The third time I was actively involved with her. My fiancée and I worked hard to get along.

He also wielded his affection towards the people around him to forge friendly relationships. At first, I was surprised by my change around me, but I feel that you accepted me step by step.

The first time I was arrogant and the second time I was cold, the third time I would have been amazingly bright and sociable myself.

I've never thought I'd enjoy attending school so much. I could have done this sooner.

But... it didn't end up the same as if you laughed at me like that.

The guilty plea is the same for both the first and second time. Of course I didn't abuse her, and she testified around me.

But the evidence goes up. Proof that I did it. It was proof of the sin I had committed the first time.

Such an idiot... I stare at them blindly and she says sobbing.

"I believed you were my friend..."

She pounds and tears with her shoulders trembling, and I can't deny that evidence.

The gaze around me who trusted me turns to contempt at once. My fiancée's gaze remained the same for the third time.

It's time to blur into the elegant room I've become accustomed to and understand to the pretense.

I wonder if there's any such thing as a nobleman holding his hand behind it.

No matter how different the process is, only the results will change.

It is inevitable that I should come here. That's how things work.

I am destined to do this.

I don't know what the date feels like, what the time feels like anymore. Vision is painted black.

The fourth time I ran away from everything.

I woke up and feared my mansion and the moment I realized it.

I didn't like it anymore. There's no hope, nothing, I wanted to escape this loop like hell.

Open the window. My room is upstairs. Because if I think about it normally, it might be hard to die, but all I could think about was wanting to get away with it anyway, which is confusing.

He grabbed the chin he had left on the mirror table and pushed it down to the back of his throat and jumped straight out of his head.

I heard a shabby noise somewhere like some other HR. Burning sores in the throat and face, as well as black smears of vision.

The fifth time I realized I was a fool.

I woke up and couldn't stop crying at the same landscape as I had earlier.

Can't you get away with choosing death... My heart was already at its limit.

The maids who worried about me not waking up after a while came to see how things were going.

Still crying and calling me out for things that didn't make sense, my family decided that I had gotten sick and suggested a cure for the countryside.

I nodded joyfully. I had that sweet idea that maybe we could get away with this.

The day I left, the moment I got into the carriage and left the city, my heart hurt like it was squeezed all over me.

I feel so much pain in my carriage.

Oh... you're not allowed to get out of the city.

It's still fate. You can't escape from the laid rail… it is so decided.

The sight is painted black at the end of the servants' screams.

For the sixth time… I gave up.

Back to the familiar landscape.

Apparently, there is no escape from fate, and when he dies, he resets to the starting point.

Maybe I can keep trying to die, but I feel like I'm just gonna end up in pain, somehow.

Because you can't escape fate.

Then it would be best to accept everything and follow fate.

Even if you knew it was going to ruin everything.

If destiny is what this world wants, let's do it all.

I laughed with dark eyes in the mirror.

My name is Amelia Wellbellsley. A sarcastic, high-flying, hated lady.