I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I've never cursed my stupidity more.

When he saw the ankle connected to the wall of the cell, Violet threw up a curse he couldn't tell several times. To yourself, of course.

The tip was rolling there, and everything was slow when I found out that the truth was in front of me, but I turned away from everything and was blind.

My father who keeps betraying my mother, the concubine woman whose father drowns, and the half-sister who was born between them. Some thinkers were distraught by their half-sisters.

Everything's trying to kill itself, trying to hurt me. I'm trying to crush happiness.

My mother went mad because of my father. It's because of the concubine who took my father's heart. The only reason I'm not loved is because of my daughter, who was born between me and my concubine. My mother, father, thinker, nobody loves me because of that half-sister.

Think of it that way, hate and resent yourself, and act insanely on revenge intact is right and insane shabbat.

I hurt a lot of people. Unaware of its stupidity.

I've broken a lot of things. With your own hands, of that will.

It was stupid, it was really stupid. It was the worst thing I could ever do to apologize. Every time I remember, every thing I serve chops my heart out.

"... sorry"

Rubbing his forehead on the ground is not enough, and Violet's actions, which wield force and power at will, can't be punished or complained about. Not karma, deserved, punished, etc., but rather light enough.

A warmth to be thankful for just being able to live in chains and prisons. It would have been the end they deserved with their necks dropped.

The end my beautiful half-sister gave me is gentle and cruel everywhere.

Even if I make amends, my sweet half-sister will not punish Violet. I guess I wouldn't even think about taking a life.

The heart of mercy to all who live and live is as clean as a goddess, a substitute that Violet can never have.

I'm sure she won't forget Violet from now on. You carry the mistakes made by your half-sister because you are a family member.

"Sorry, dude..."

How painful it is to deprive people of their happiness. To absolve herself of the thought that it was to take back, I would cast all my shadows on the happiness she would gain.

My friendship with that man I once loved could also crush Violet's presence in the way.

The pinnacle of foolishness, such as having moved for it but regretting it by now. Literally, it's no use regretting later.

There is no way that the house where the sinner was born can remain aristocratic. Good and class falling, bad and falling straight into the countryside? Either way, you won't be able to live as you do now.

There is no way that he will be united with the daughter of such a house, who draws the blood of a proud king.

"Oh, no..."

Oh, how unusual. Apologies that can't reach anyone or anything can help. Above all, whatever words you take now, it's all over.

"Don't... don't... don't..."

My voice withered and my throat ached. My eyes are getting hot and my nose is jammed.

He wanted to be loved, he wanted me to praise him, and he was so obsessed with beauty. I would be ugly and dirty with tears and runny nose right now. Even though he became a prisoner connected to a cell, he said that he was going to go thin and dirty without even taking a bath.

Cry so much that your tears wither, apologize so much that your voice withers, and yet sin is not forgiven.

Everything is flushed into the past, and you'll never reach it again.

Violet, we don't have the means to be forgiven forever.

"Oh, my goodness..."

The more I repent, the more I remember that day.

I became Shura of Violet, a precursor to being devoured by an unloved fear. A week after my mother died, the day I came with my mother and son that my father was my new wife.

Violet met her half-sister for the first time, a countdown to the rampage.

I know it's useless, but I still can't help but think about it.

If I could have gone back that day. If I could have gone before it all started.

Now I won't make mistakes anymore. End your life without ever being noticeable, prestigious, or harmful.

Absolutely, to live without anyone interrupting.

× × × ×

"Violet... Violet!

"─ Eh, yes!

"... what's the sudden matter? If we stop talking all of a sudden, they'll be surprised."

"Heh...?

Your father's next door. Before that, one woman and a girl. An adorable grin looks much better than a crying face deeply engraved in memory.

Do you even dream about it? Or is it a shameless punishment that I regret my sins, want to return, etc.

This is the sight of the day.

My father's beloved family was introduced to my grief for my mother's disappearance, and the peace of mind I thought in the corner of my heart was still undigested.

When a woman laughing calmly is her mother, a girl laughing innocently is her sister, as if to show off the world that popped out Violet.

I thought back over and over again in prison, the day of the beginning of my regrets.

"My name is Elepha, thank you"

"Mary Jun, it is. Best regards... Sister"

"─ Huh."

Here, Violet served tea. I couldn't bear the discomfort with the voice I call my sister, and I bumped my anger at the smile as if to show happiness.

Even now, I accidentally put my hand on the cup... but I was able to enjoy it in inches. The expression only makes me strong, though I couldn't stand it.

"... it's Violet Rem Varhan. Best regards, Master Elepha and Master Mary Jun"

Drop your head to hide your face. Next door I found my father surprised and breathed.

Whenever I see you, I'm not rusty, greetings don't even put a smile on my face, let alone bow my head. In Violet in my father's memory, it would have been an impossible act.

"Sorry, may I take a few seats off"

"Ah, ah..."

"Excuse me, sir."

I leave my room with an upset father on my ass, leaving a thank you. I couldn't understand what was going on and lifted the dress up and headed back to my room early.

I didn't do anything when I got back to my room, but Violet was more upset than my father.

As soon as he enters the room, he reaches behind the second drawer of his desk or into a hidden secret.

I dragged out the thick paper feel and opened the bookmark page. Blank paper, the date of yesterday is written in a letter that I knew well when I returned one page. I've been writing since I was a young girl, Violet's diary. A secret crystal that doesn't show it to anyone and describes everything no one can tell you.

The date was spelled out yesterday in a handwriting that was familiar with the events of the day long before he was put in prison.

"Why... what do you mean...?

Are you saying that time is back on track? That's impossible, I can't believe it. Even a wizard can't do something that didn't happen.

But now in reality, Violet is out of jail and not chained.

"Dreams, so... no?

The feeling of touching your fingers, the sight in your sight, even the sound of the wind reaching your ears is clear, and I don't think this is a dream.

On the day of regret, wherever I wanted, I went back.

Before everything even started I wanted you to kill, to the day the madness was born.

"... I'll never be wrong again"

so that we don't have to push for wasteful blame or responsibility. Don't let anyone get hurt.

Let's put our thoughts into an apology that no one can hear in that dark prison.

Now it's time to stay out of nobody's way.