I Favor the Villainess

As I walked down the hallway of the college, someone slammed me from behind.

He stomps in the middle of nowhere and turns around.

There was an eye-catching maid there.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Soba? I thought it was a figurine because you were standing there."

It is my dear Claire.

Gracefully high laughing with one hand on his mouth is precisely the villain warrant itself.

This is a routine tea meal from now on.

"Dear Claire,"

"What is it? It's no use asking for an apology, is it? There's a bunch of confused civilians out there."

"It's great!

"... what?

Master Claire looked like a pigeon ate a bean cannon.

"I can't believe you have surroundings, but you don't rely on others to get your hands dirty yourself! That's Master Claire!

"Huh?... is... Huh?

"I knew you didn't translate well with those bullies there. Dear Claire, I love it!

"hey... what is it, you"

It's creepy, I said, and Lady Claire left.

"Oh, he's gone"

"Why do you look so sorry..."

It is Misha who says so with his face.

"Huh? Because Master Claire isn't bullying me enough?

"It makes me feel like I'm wrong, so won't you look strange?

Eh.

"'Cause don't you think Master Claire shines brightest when you're bullying me?

"For once, you're aware that you're being bullied."

I'm relieved there, Misha says.

"Look, I'll be in the lecture room soon. It's time for class."

"Yeah."

Today is also the beginning of a fun, fun, otherworldly life.

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"Uh, sorry. Soba. I thought it was a bug."

Now they stepped on my feet.

"... come on"

"What? I can't hear you, civilians. If you have something to say, be more clear -"

"Please tread harder anyway!

"Hih!?

I was frightened.

Lovely.

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"What's wrong? Are civilians so poor that they can't even buy textbooks?

The textbook was hidden.

"I'm sorry. I don't realize how Claire feels."

"What?"

"You mean you want to take classes while you snuggle with me!? Let's see it together! At zero distance!

"I don't know what that means!

They pissed me off.

Lovely.

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"Oh, you don't have someone to organize with? Absolutely, because this is the humble civilian."

I was taken off the hook.

"That's why Master Claire will organize it, Doctor."

"I won't put it together!?

"Huh?"

"Don't look so strange!

They got away.

Lovely.

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"Oh, I thought it was mud because it was so dirty."

I was watered.

"It's cold."

"Ooh ho ho. That's sad!

"Please warm up"

"Hey, don't hang on! Let go!"

It was warm.

Lovely.

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"Ooh ho ho. It feels good!

I was placed a vase on my desk.

"Dear Claire's Gift!

"No, you're not!?

"That's your first time. I'll use it as an embossing and carry it with me."

"Why does that happen!?

He seemed dissatisfied.

Lovely.

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"You are a little too hard to beat!?

"Huh? What are you talking about?

After school.

Lady Claire stepped on the estate like she had an eclampsia.

Hi. I hear you're unhappy that the bullying is all over empty.

I'm just being as honest as I thought.

Even so, in a fantasy world like this, bullying is similar to Japanese schools.

It's a game made by a Japanese company, so maybe so.

Forget that.

"How can you be so mean and flat!?

"Mean? Love, right?

"No, you're not!?

"So what are you talking about!

"Why am I pissed off!?

Lady Claire breathing on her shoulders.

No, you're making fun of me because you're so tight.

"If you can't tell by doing this, I'll tell you clearly."

Lady Claire said with an even kicker eye.

"This college is not a good place to have a grown up civilian like you. Civilians work quietly in labor."

"Loving Master Claire is my labor...... no, it's my service"

"... no more, this girl"

Master Claire, I'm getting a little cry in here.

"Dear Claire, you can't screw this up. Continuity is power."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Wow, I cried in earnest, and Master Claire took the surroundings.

"Oh, there's no deflection."

"Exactly. I sympathize with Lady Claire."

I'm saying something Misha doesn't quite understand.

"Haha, don't be silly, Misha"

"What do you mean?

"If I meant it, it wouldn't be like this, would it?

"... yes"

Misha apparently decided she shouldn't go in deep, so she flushed it out.

If this was Master Claire, he would have put in a good scratch.

"Whatever the joke is, are you sure you haven't enjoyed it at all?

"Yeah, not at all"

"Is that what you call love?

"There's that, but that's not all."

Master Claire is a villain's maid.

That's for sure.

But that way of bullying me is loving.

I've already touched it, for example, but Lady Claire doesn't let me do it around her when she bullies her, and she always dirties her own hands.

aristocratic detours should be able to do so. It is

Also, bullying never crosses the line.

Being thrust in the hallway is not a dangerous staircase or bend, it's a safe place to fall, and I never throw away or tear down textbooks just to hide them.

Of course, if you do this in modern Japan, it can't be a problem, but this is the world of maiden games and the subject is me.

What is the problem because we are happy as the undisputed authenticity of the victim, not as a posthumous statement of the perpetrator?

"How do you think you're gonna bully me tomorrow?

"I don't know."

Life in different worlds, enjoying it.