Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"It's okay, I'm not wrong"

Indoors where no one is, my voice echoes pompously.

From the look in front of me, I get a look back at myself that doesn't resemble her.

"For her sake, for his sake... I would have convinced you so"

Even if you can tell by your head, you won't get upset about how she looked earlier.

Not like her all the time...... like her who prioritizes herself and thus puts me through......

"... no, it can't be that"

She is ignorant and therefore ugly.

Ignorance of the powerless is forgiven. But ignorance of the powerful is not tolerated. If that's arm power, it's power.

She is always powerfully ignorant. She doesn't try to think about anything, she doesn't try to know.

Enjoy what is given due to a variety of factors, which is normal. Use the power you need to use for your surroundings only for your own sake.

Powerful ignorance is greed. Every hour is sweet to the environment in which I have been placed, and I want more than that. I don't know patience, I don't need it.

Yes, she was ignorant at all times.... it should be.

"Don't shake. The righteousness that I have believed in must be done."

Otherwise, it will no longer be justice at the earliest opportunity.

The self ahead of me stared was no different than the self I had been for hours.

The world revolves around me all the time.

I used to mean good, and now I think so in a bad way.

At first, I thought that God, who pitied the end of the repeated year, had given me mercy for me. Until you understand that your destiny will remain the same.

But knowing it and understanding it still doesn't change that the world revolves around me. The world wants my ruin and repeats it only for me.

"It's supposed to be..."

This is how the Sprouts of the Mind occasionally appear. I really feel, indescribably uncomfortable.

There are ways that you might find out who this is. One of the things I couldn't really try with this repetition.

No matter how many times I came to mind, I couldn't execute it, it's scarier than death, more troublesome than a loop... ruthless.

"After all, no matter how many times you repeat it, you say that wisdom does not change the essence..."

As you answer my whine, the carriage slows down. Probably got to the mansion.

After that, as soon as class was over, I went back to the mansion to escape from the school. I'm sure there must be rumors flying by now.

Carriage doors open from the outside. I wanted to ask Al, who was waiting beside the door, if he wanted to.

"Hey, Al. If time were to return, what would you do?

Ask Al as he gets off the carriage. To the abrupt question, he slowly raises his face and opens his mouth slightly worried.

"That depends on how much you go back. If we go back to yesterday, I will say no to Wolfgang that the lady doesn't feel well."

"Oh, I see"

With that said, he remembers watching that doozy hate play beside him.

He also became him, and I guess Alex had something to think about.... Well, assuming my husband is being ridiculed for all that, you'd also be angry.

"If you're going back to childhood, well... would you work harder to become a better butler than you are now?"

"You're really serious."

As he walks toward the mansion, he gives Al his gaze with a frightened voice. His family has been deacons for generations, and it seems that his goal has only been to become a deacon since he was a child.

But because I'm talking about "what if", now I just need to say enough to aim for something other than a butler... Excellent thinking, too.

Turning his gaze back in front, the mansion door was already right away. When I come in, I get dressed first, go see my cat... and finally open my mouth again, thinking about everything I do.

"So what if a year ago?

"A year ago, is that it?

Put one blink in my question and think about it. But Al answers.

"If it was a year ago, you'd be back, and probably nothing would change."

He answered him without any emotion, unknowingly raising his mouth angle and nodding.

"Right. Nothing will change in a year."

Yes, nothing changes. It doesn't make a difference. Al opens the door. Come on, I'm done talking about this "what if" shit.

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"Hey, did you hear that? Look, use the example child as an excuse..."

"Yeah, you've been a good snack just for yourself. Again, the civilian exit..."

As you look at me in the morning, I get sick and tired of the conversation you have with the hiccups.

No matter how much you hate me, no matter how much you slap me in the pussy, that's fine. Rather, it is geared to be so. But I can't get a reason for that.

Again, choosing to do so at your own will is not at all the same as being forced to do so.

I wonder how many more of these chest shit bad conversations I'll have to hear before I get to class. Come on, it's a hassle...

"Hey, ladies, if you have something to say, why don't you make it clear?

Stop the foot you were walking towards the classroom and turn back to them.

As soon as I do, I run away to scatter spider children. I want to tongue behind it. If you'd listened to me from the front square and square, I'd deny it to you instantly.

"Really, you did those glasses."

Yesterday's salon story was twisted and twisted with a tail.

Says

- Wellbellsley's lady used too many transferring civilians to go to the White Rose salon and made promises to threaten the vice chairman in half -

- Shameless.

I don't know if this was intentionally flushed or not, but it's not strange that Alex is being set up that way because he's involved.

You sneak shame in front of a wild horse and say you played all those big stands, but everything that happened over there has been repainted with this rumor.

That's what rumors are about. Only interesting places are cut, connected and spread.

You didn't see it in person or hear it. But I don't even know who told you that, and they talk about it like it's the right thing to do.

Make the louder voices seem more interesting… that's how you choose to get rid of them. Truth or not is second.

And settled rumors are treated as true. I'm leaving the party behind.

Of course, I did that to take advantage of it, but I had a wonderful return.

Now I thought the intelligence battle could have taken the lead......

"No matter how many times you repeat it, you can't stop saying rumors you don't remember."

As you enter the classroom, your gaze gathers at the same time, but ignore them as usual and head to your seat.

Even today Esther is already sitting in her seat. I hope they don't get into trouble again......

As I walked past her and sat down, contrary to my expectations, Esther looked back at me with a full grin.

"Oh my goodness! Amelia, you're going to the salon with me! I mean, if you want to go, you can just say you want to go - I don't know how to say that."

"... I haven't said a word about wanting to go with you, etc., nor am I willing to go"

"Huh? 'Cause you gave me permission to come in and out of the salon with you, didn't you?

I say that with my fingers against my chin and my little neck tilted.

Kuh... I didn't know I could get such a humiliating word out of this woman's mouth.

"No, I'm not. When I refused to talk to your brother yesterday, Alston forced me to be your guide."

"Hmm? I've made up my mind to go with you, so I was wondering if that would be all right now"

Both hands together Esther giggles.

Not good. Not good at all. There is no good reason for the process involved or for my opinions not to be reflected at all.

Well, from Esther, I guess that's "I don't care"...

"And you look so happy..."

Honestly, this reaction was unexpected. I thought you would absolutely hate my company because of Esther.

Or is it too worn to think that I am happy to be swayed?

"Because I'm happy! I never thought this would happen, but come on. It was worth the effort."

I wonder what you've tried so hard to say. Maybe you won't tell me you tried so hard to spreading rumors.

"I'm glad you did what you wanted."

I told her with disgust that I would have sprayed rumors, but she seemed to have caught the word.

"Yeah? Well, yeah - I mean, I'm starting to feel like..."

What an arrogant statement. Are you saying that the world will go as you wish?

But if you are definitely a civilian but you put it in a noble school or the student chairman likes it, you may not be forced to think so either. Like the old me.

Esther opened her mouth with a smile on her face without paying any particular attention to me, frowning and not returning her words.

"Ah! But I love happy endings, so I'll do my best for happy endings!

It still feels like what you're talking about, but I don't know... It's the life I want to be left alone, but I think it's a declaration that I'm going to do more for a happy ending.

Well, anyone would want their life to end with the happiest possible end. All I can say is that you should like the effort. Anyway, I have nothing to do with a happy end.

"When I was a kid, in the stories I read - I hadn't talked about taking the prince by a different girl, and the broken princess would bubble and disappear"

I'm already used to flying conversations with Pompom. In a while, you'll get tired of the other side.

Nevertheless, I know similar stories. Esther is mostly broken, but it's a story she wrote about a sad love even if she can't stop being born out of mistakes.

"I can't forgive that one, I just tore the bad-end part and rewrote the page for you NEW ~! The princess and the prince are tied, congratulations ~!

I was horrified at Esther for saying that with an innocent smile.

Vikri and her body are about to tremble at the feeling of a cold sweat passing down her back.

"Right? It's a happy ending - I worked hard"

Happy ending? Is that really a happy ending......

Ignore her or the prince's feelings? I decided to die for him, and the princess wasn't ready?

What girl is a prince and a princess bound and supposed to be tied to a prince? What about that family? Did they give you a good happy ending, too?

Peeping from Esther's expression, he doesn't seem to think that deep...

Ha ha ha to my thoughts like that. I wonder what I'm mucking about......

Interpretation is a story of fantasy. The story of a world that is not real...... There's no way anyone could take such a world seriously.

If the protagonist is happy, that's the happy ending. It should be.

But... the more I think about it, the more I can't stop feeling cold about why.

"Ignorance of the powerful is sin."

Second, I remember the words my brother used to say when I was a kid.

Words I didn't think anything of then, but I wonder why... I felt so horrible.