Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"Whoa, whoa!"

Everyone's gaze gathered at the man who came into the salon with the powerful weather voice.

By the way, it's noon now.

"Is that it? I wonder what this air is... maybe I'm late?

Of course I'm late. Besides, is it my fault that I can't even feel the fine dust on how I'm reflecting?

Leaning his neck still holding his hands together in front of his chest seems more like an act to appeal to cuteness than an apology.

From the gap in his arm, he seems to be overflowing with crushed chest meat, accentuating its size. Eyeglasses glow the lens and flash your hips.

It goes without saying... Esther is such a bruiser.

"Esther!! Didn't you see Walt now? Are you okay!?"

Scott, with Esther's figure in his sight, rushes over to her.

(It's not like it's a resumption scene between the dog and the owner...)

Nor should there be a temperature difference between Esther and Scott. Plus, Scott's eyes are slightly moist.

Well, I don't even have to worry about Scott. At this time, Esther and Walt would undoubtedly be in the wrong hallway.

Shortly after that exchange with us... and it's about him in class doctrine. If you want to put a civilian esteem in your sight, it's not weird enough to punch that cheek out with eight hits.

"Yeah, I saw you! But something was wrong, and I don't think he saw me."

"Oh... good."

You're relieved Esther answers that in good health, Scott is weakened by the momentum of sitting on the floor.

Maybe Esther told Walt something bad about her at her first tea party.

I guess that's why I was so hypersensitive, trying to keep Esther close.

"... could something have happened with Mr. Walt?"

But ignoring Scott like that, Esther approaches this table with a strange face.

By the time Esther sat down and started asking for tea, Scott, who finally realized it, came here after him.

(At times like this, I see the nature of human beings...)

No matter how much love is good, I guess Esther is basically a child. Sometimes the difference between what is of interest and what is not is openly attitude.

Perhaps now, I can't help but wonder what happened at the salon.... That's all I have, my eyes are on me.

"That's it, come on..."

I'll take a seat next to Scott, who can't help but explain what just happened for Esther. Across the diagonal, avoiding Esther, of course.

Ask for tea to serve and then ask the other members.

Theo is still reading the book, and Arthur is listening to Esther and Scott without pinching his mouth.

(Can I say that these two helped me this time...)

Should I thank you...

Theo is awesome to tell Arthur anyway, and personally, he didn't have any trouble getting rid of the salon like that.

"Yep!! Is that what happened?"

If I was worried about Guru, Esther's shout interrupted my thoughts. That monkey again......

When I glanced at you with a close eye that contained an aversion, Esther was just about to turn to me.

Big eyes involving bacilli and gaze are somewhere seriously colored, unlike the light-headed tone.

"I'm so mad that Walt never saw me again!! He used to say that, but I was surprised!

Scott talks so hard about that time, but Esther's gaze remains intertwined with mine.

His voice to the BGM, Esther's mouth slowly moving, staring at me.

- Shit...............................................................................

(... Huh?

Words whispered like one word in secret. I don't even know how to read lips, though I could only read the first and last word or two.

(Still, now, dammit... Huh? Shit? Did you stare at me and say shit? This female monkey......)

That's the word you said when you looked at me, and it would almost certainly be a bad word... I wonder if they're selling you a fight.

But before visiting the sincerity of the mouth movement, Esther asked me.

"Hey, Amelia - didn't Mr. Walt say anything?

"... I got a scathing tantrum about something?

"Otherwise... um... for example"

Esther cuts the words once there so that she doesn't get bodily, and puts her index finger to her mouth to show how often she thinks.... what the hell is this guy.

That awful, cheap acting trick crawls up a Zowazova different from anger.... Isn't this a disgrace?

(Why, me!! Because of this woman!! Do I have to be ashamed!?

It may be the first time I've ever experienced it when I look at people and feel ashamed.

But the grid of my heart that makes me such a headache... freezes with Esther's words dropped with the acting smelly streams as always.

"I'm gonna reveal a secret, or something."

"...... -!?

Piscilli, and the air in the place felt frozen. I guess the only thing that actually froze was my heart......

Because I'm frozen elsewhere, and as always, Scott seems to be enjoying his conversation with Esther.

"Uh, what's that? You're like a secret detective in a story!

Breathe desperately as you listen to the same Scott story.

(... I think there's something wrong with being upset here)

Whatever Scott is happily responding to Esther's words. It is Theo who sends me the gaze that was pointed at the book until earlier to observe it.

Arthur still asks how this one is doing with his emotionless gaze, somehow, but I can tell by the signs.

(It is not too late after the strange rumors have spread... but there is no certainty yet. Yes, if you don't calm down)

Why Esther mentioned it, let's just leave it at that. I have no idea what the secret is.

At the moment, the secret and the doings are nothing but rhetoric.

(But just as an argument, it hurts that you can't clean it up.)

But nobility, now nobility... and if it were to become, it would be something that would come out as dusty as a slap.

I learned by repudiation. Any little dust doubles in size if left alone.

"... what is it? I remember he didn't say that."

Remove your gaze from Esther at the same time as you take the cup to look very natural.

Include as much fright as possible in the tone. It's as if, until now, Esther's excessively absurd words have taken her away from me, so it seems.

"I mean, you know my secret?

Now shake that topic here. To end this topic with an appeal without darkness.

Now I don't know from Esther. Give me back this story until then. I'll finish it before I dig.

Yes. Well, it should have...

"Yeah, I do."

Esther has to give it back.

"What?"

"Huh?"

It was me and Scott who reacted to that word. At the edge of his sight, though, he could see Theo turning his gaze to Esther with an interesting face.

The heart makes a nasty noise about unexpected developments.

"Well, it's not Amelia's..."

Esther, who was spooning the tea, looks up as if she noticed something.

"Oh, you can't tell from talking like this ~! I'm lying! Ugh! I'm sorry."

With the usual energetic weather smile, Esther apologizes with a perky tongue.

You don't want to apologize at all! and I wouldn't normally be able to afford to get into it, but I can't afford that now.

(What, is that? You know the secret?... Not mine, a secret?

But Esther's words make my thoughts rough.

I'm pretty much lying. I don't care if you say that at this time...

"Oh my God - you're lying! I'm surprised!

But as he grins at me like that, Scott, who truly trusts Esther's lying words, exaggerates and reacts with his hands on his chest.

Theo's back in the book world sometime soon, and Arthur's just looking at this one, as usual.

(What? What do you mean...)

That was the sight of a lie.

Though it's hard to honestly believe that Scott would pull this far to that Theo.

Doesn't everyone find her words unnatural......

But the upset mind is backwards, and the words leak out of my mouth as if I had prepared them.

"... don't let my precious time be wasted on lying such nonsense"

Esther has no heart for what she said. I'm sorry ~ returns it.

Thanks to this, everyone never seemed suspicious. I convince myself that I can't help it now, although I can't help it all.

"You guys seem to be getting along a lot better."

I just got a paragraph of conversation, and a voice that seemed satisfied with the pretense broke in from the side. It's Arthur.

He's been looking at us and wondering what he's doing, and he's been thinking about that.

"... where are you looking and saying that?

I'll send you as cold a glance as I want for an utterly unfortunate inquiry. Well, he doesn't seem to see it every time.

Maybe those glasses are Dada.

"We can tell each other jokes, right?

Apparently, that earlier exchange in Arthur had been received by a cute joke match.

... Yeah, as far as Scott snorting, though that seems to be received by all of us.

"What do you say, you're chewing up the beauty of life?... now you're happy, aren't you?

I wonder what these glasses are talking about...

No heart or I feel Arthur's eyes have a raw tenderness. Though it seems very stale and cheap.

"No, although I don't understand where to go in anymore. If you say so, you're unhappy."

"What!? Can't you do it yet... still because of Walt earlier..."

"Well, I'm not saying he has any problems either, but maybe the primary cause is the glasses in front of him."

"What are you saying? I'll be lucky for you."

Saying that in a heartfelt wonder, Arthur is tilting his neck.

Every time I think about it, how can it not make sense to him to dislike it?

"... I have a headache"

As always, I'm giving up conversing with Arthur, who doesn't make sense.

"Are you all right? If you get a headache from a boulder, you won't be happy..."

"... what's wrong with you just now?"

I cater to Arthur, who keeps saying that he's happy from earlier, that there's no clapping. Is he also aspiring to be a religious man?

I just lower the chair a little bit and physically distance myself from him. Well, I know it's not the kind of glasses that you'll notice.

Nevertheless, it is called the book Esther and good Arthur, this one doesn't make sense, and there is no pulse abbreviation in the conversation and flies with Pompom. Are you both the type of people in you who are completing the story?

"You want it, don't you? To be happy."

"... what?

"That's why he says I'll help him."

My glasses again said something I don't understand.

Does that mean he wants to make me happy and has been involved lately... I'm still not sure what he thinks.

(Can't you understand what glasses are saying without wearing them?

Looking back at Arthur's face with a blur, I heard that sweet voice coming from the side.

"Amelia and Arthur are close."

To Esther's words, I will deny it with all my might.

"There's such a route... my event, you're all sucked by Amelia"

Esther groaned with a small voice as she watched Arthur and Amelia speaking to each other.

"I mean, was Arthur such a character?

That being said, I don't see much interest in him from her tone.

After watching Arthur the guide with a frigid eye, she meditates her eyes as if she was just tired of it.

"I thought it was funny...... I could be sure thanks to Wakame"

I don't see a soft shadow of her in the usual energetic weather in a voice that whines so dissatisfied.

The language was pale in one way or another and even seemed to contain some coolness.

"What's so fashionable about this lately?... Nothing, I'm not asking for Fansa to say this! Is development and scenario manager incompetent?

Scott looks strange next door to her as she keeps spitting out her stupidity in a small voice.

But he just stares at her next door, and I don't see any sign that he's going to break into that conversation and hammer her.

"I wish I had until Ibe sucked me.... I mean, it doesn't make sense if I'm not a player. Or do you want me to taste that feeling? When this happens, I wonder if you realize that it's no longer a task to proceed with the scenario."

Finally, he starts roaring small, and now Theo turns his gaze to her.

But he also regains consciousness of the book as if nothing happened immediately.

"No... but it must be a happy ending at the end"

That's what Esther said as she leaned down a little to tell herself, she exhaled with a hunch and a small breath.

Esther's big eyes shine like the fish that got the water. It glitters. It's such an attraction, like taking in what you're looking at all the time.

Everyone will like her, gentle, hard-working and cute. She is unconditional and beloved. But that's normal for her.

She is destined to be as happy as possible.

"'Cause I'm the hero."

The last time she said that, she received a treat from Scott sitting next to her with a fluffy grin at the next moment.

A lovely, relaxing voice to thank and sip tea, she is always the same esteem.

"... Amelia and Arthur are close."

Esther's eyes, whining so much though, seemed to have a badly chilled color somewhere.