I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Old Lower Varhan of the Duke of Varhan family and his late wife Bellows are politically married. It is also a marriage that Bellows, his wife, strongly wanted and was almost forced to exchange in a manner close to.

Still, the Duke of Old desperately tried to love his wife. Whether it's forced or political tactics, it's going to be a family......

But that feeling doesn't last long.

The reason is the arrogance of Bellows and the strength of his appetite for exclusivity.

Light gray hair with soft texture, powerful eyes that you will never forget once you see them. A long, forged body is a finished beauty that everyone is blinded to.

It would be natural for Old to attract so many women in the social world, Bellows being one of them. And Old Lost me in the social world. I used all the power she had to win my wife's seat.

I can marry someone I loved, it's not uncommon for a nobleman to marry without love and that's the end everyone should envy.

But Bellows couldn't be more satisfied.

I want Old to like himself. That's as good as it gets, if you're in love, it's what everyone wants.

The problem is, that's the way she acted.

I will not tolerate a woman close to Old as one, and I will not tolerate whether she is a servant or a work partner.

It escalates step by step and repeats the question every day, not believing Old, who worked seriously without cheating or anything.

- Who were you with?

- It's work.

- Lying, you were really at the woman's place!

I know everything. Why, why can't I, why don't you love me? Just look at me. Don't look at any other women, I won't forgive you for leaving. I won't forgive you!

I will not allow you to think of anything other than me.

It won't be impossible for Old to get tired of such a life, for his feelings as a family that he had, albeit slightly, to disappear, or for the woman who comforts and supports him to take his heart away.

Having a concubine among the nobles is not uncommon. It's not a problem.

He who does not bless his successor with his righteous wife and seeks inheritance from his young concubine. Who, after a political marriage, concubines those who truly loved him. Those who are not satisfied with just one woman. Who loves multiple at the same time.

There are a variety of reasons, but if you can support someone other than your wife without any problems, you should fold them in each house at your own risk.

In the case of the Varhan family, the case can be described as the worst.

There is no way that Bellrose, with his growing obsession with Old, will allow his concubine to exist, and Old escapes from his fiercely reprehensible wife into the presence of his concubine.

In the worst circulation, Bellows caged his child at a time that only seemed to be a prank of God.

That's Violet Rem Varhan.

She had light gray hair, eyes as round as a kitten, and an adorable girl who could tell she was an Old Child no matter who she looked at.

Bellows was sincerely pleased with the birth of Violet.

A daughter who looks just like the one she loves, so much so that everyone can keep their mouths together. With this kid, Old will come back to himself. With Violet's connection to Old, I can get him back myself.

This kid is my hope, and Bellows was certainly merciful of my daughter, even if it was distorted.

In conclusion, not a single prospect ends up being fulfilled.

Old's love for Bellrose has already left no shards, and the melancholy of face-to-face with Bellrose wins, knowing that the child is not guilty.

If I had a mother, if I had a servant, I would also have been given a child between me and my concubine within my overlapping excuses that I would have no trouble taking care of her.

It would be natural to say that immersion turns into habitation. From Violet, of course, it doesn't make it any worse.

And to the actions of such a husband, Bellows' jealousy continues to distort over the years. That's until your life runs out.

At first, I just loved Violet's face. I don't want to scratch my face or burn it in the day, I just keep putting it next to me. I cherished the same face as the one I loved, the proof that I was held by him. Trust me on the day Old will come back.

But to Old, who won't be back for long, I guess Bellows can't stand it anymore.

Seeing Violet gradually changes her eyes, stripping her decorative clothes, cutting her stretched hair, and the young girl, with little gender difference, quickly changes like a boy.

It's on the album, like childhood old.

I lay my beloved husband over my beautiful daughter, and within it I began to demand not only the appearance but also the behavior of a boy. All I'm saying is that I will not forgive you if you don't behave as a courtier you are supposed to learn to treat weapons and protect yourself, ask for just the same knowledge as Old, and not less, not more, not more.

Such an unusual behavior of Bellrose comes to an end when Violet's femininity is no longer concealable.

No matter how similar you are to Old, gender differences surely manifest themselves. If you grow up not only face-to-face, but body-wise, that's not the Violet Bellows seeks anymore.

Bellows easily lost interest in Violet, who couldn't be Old.

From there, it just falls.

Bellows didn't even have a conversation with his servant, who needed only Violet, who had originally created it just like Old, and no longer had a vision of Violet, who became a woman.

Violet doesn't remember the border where Old's interest was drawn, but the pseudo-morbidity became a reality.

Just to the end, Old is the only one in Bellrose's mind until the moment his life runs out.

I loved Violet because I thought it would connect Old's heart, so I thought Old would be the same. If not, I still dream about the day I was lightly abandoned.

And ignoring Violet, whose heart could not be organized, his father gave his concubine his rightful wife's chair, as a matter of course.

× × × ×

I don't even want to remember what happened after that, but that's already terrible.

My stepmother and half-sister, even my father kept hating me, sinned and imprisoned. I feel sorry for Mary Jun, who hurt me the most, and I want to die. Even now I'm going to be grounded, and they're going to end up thinking my head's gone ridiculous.

There is no more excuse for the sins committed... but Violet's life, which I recall again, was heavier than I thought.

It was about my own family, it was about my mother. Though I didn't care with the perception of the extent of the circumstances of a house everywhere...... I guess it was much more painful in my subconscious because my heart was still distraught and sick.

It seemed hard enough to hit my half-sister, who shouldn't hit me the hardest, not my father or my mother, with negative feelings about my unloved self.

Even so, it's a complete eight.

"Dear Violet... are you okay?

"Yeah... I'm just a little tired"

"I'll bring you some hot milk, because it calms you down"

Marin, a samurai with violet, was indescribably offended by the Lord of tired expressions. Not against Violet, of course, but to Old, Violet's father, who set up the seat opposite the one that caused it.

After that, the face-to-face seat, which managed to return under the guise of calm, ended well... should.

Although I remain a little anxious about Violet's affection, I hope that takes into account his original face. My father with the same face can't say anything about people, so he shouldn't hit a bee if he looks at me more than once.

"Ha..."

To prepare the hot milk, when I made sure Marin left the room, I got a heavy sigh that exhaled tiredness.

What are we going to do if we don't think about the cause of this because we don't know and probably can't know?

It is no exaggeration to say that the newly given opportunity is to avoid making Violet a sinner. It's futile to think about other advantages, etc., the fact that your sins have been rendered innocent is paramount to Violet.

Even though no one in this world knows of the sins committed once, Violet himself will not disappear deeply engraved in his heart. That's why I feel so strongly that I don't want to go wrong this time.

Nevertheless, Violet's mind has already been decided.

When I graduate from school, I will cut off my edge and live with gratitude to God for giving me this chance to be a nun. That gave Violet the path to a new future, the future she wants.

You don't have to be loved, you don't have to be taken care of.

Violet knows with her own hands that if she obsesses with it, it won't be a record. Experienced people's words should be deeply engraved in their hearts, if that's who they are in the past.

Let's live and die alone, mediocre, plain.

To do this, first of all, act against Mary Jun, who will come to the same school building in the near future. My previous self was aggressive in the worst direction, but this time Violet is the true opposite of it.

Not involved, that choice.

In that cell, it's a fact of repentance. I think I did something sorry for Mary Jun, and the personality who showed his enthusiasm for the perpetrator would be great.

That's why I never want to interrupt you this time, and I hope you'll be sincerely happy that I don't want to do anything to cast a shadow on Mary Jun's life.

But if that leads you to love Mary Jun, the answer is no.

All thoughts about her come from guilt, not love. I want you to be happy in a depository without having to deal with yourself.

"Lady Violet, I brought you one."

"Thank you, Marin...... oh, it's so warm"

The mug wrapped in both hands is twitchy and warm to match the milk inside.

The force fell out of his shoulder, where for the first time, Violet knew she was nervous.

(Suddenly, too many things happened...)

Time rolled back when I thought I'd been imprisoned, and that was a day not long after I lost my mother. Yet suddenly he introduced his stepmother to his half-sister.

There are mountains and valleys in life, but I didn't know that mountains and valleys would be experienced in one day. What a delicate thing to say about a bad day.

"... I think I'm tired after all. I'm off today."

Then help me get dressed.

"I'll do it myself...... sorry, I just want to be alone"

"... awed"

I want to be alone and think about sorting out the current situation and what we are going to do about it. Even if you don't get involved, you're going to be a sister with the same name.

The hot milk I had brewed drank beautifully and Violet disappeared into the bedroom with her head lowered marlin on her back.