I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Royal Tanzanite School.

One of the world's richest schools, bringing together royal aristocrats between the ages of twelve and eighteen, civilians with more than a certain financial capacity.

Unlike what civilians go through, they invest in all their expertise and etiquette, not just in academia. You would be right if you considered the son warrant lady to cover the necessary knowledge.

Violet belongs to the high school two years. Until graduation, about two years later.

And Mary Jun, a new member of the aristocracy, will also attend this school. He's under one of Violet's years old, so he's transferred to the High Department for a year.

It goes without saying that the attention of the entire school was drawn to Mary Jun, who joined the Vahan family, which is also in a high place among the nobles.

"Ah... good day, Master Violet"

Good afternoon.

Ever since morning, it's as if there's more than a certain amount of off-limits around Violet. When he finishes his greeting, everyone scatters the greetings of the spider child.

Mary Jun's presence is quickly rumoured, and not everyone is so dull that they don't know what the transfer means. How many concubines are there no problem, that's a story in the adult world. I still have trouble treating teenage students to not care to laugh or care.

Violet was once immersed in the heroine of a tragedy.

The second time, I won't be able to tell you.

Is it enough that I feel sorry for my classmate, who gives me a flickering glance at the faraway winding? Because it's okay. Never mind, I can't help it because I'm not even a laughing character.

Because of my mother's desire to spend her childhood as a boy, Violet's education as a courtier is long overdue.

It is pictured in the perfect Duke's Warrant around with his own efforts, but still doesn't care when the borough comes out. I distance myself from that anxiety with my classmates, and a handful of friends who can forgive my heart.

Many admire Violet's pattern, but if they open their hearts to such opponents, they will quickly be trampled on the ground.

That's what I learned from my past experience.

(That's boring)

I brought a book to kill time and saw it, but reading only in form is unexpectedly tiring.

Not that I don't like reading, but Violet originally prefers to play outside because of the effects of childhood.

I want to be loved, but I don't hesitate to kill myself, desperately trying to be a good girl and a wonderful courtier.

(... oh, but you don't even need that anymore)

I gave up being loved and valued. There's no point in just desperately fixing it as soon as possible. Because I didn't want you to love me for fixing it.

Then isn't it good enough already?

Who would have trouble dumping a violet full of lies and lies? I wouldn't have stuck around and let go if I were you for the first time, but I don't need it for Violet now.

This life is redemption for Mary Jun.

Live her happiness undisturbed, that's the only and greatest purpose.

I mean, other than that, what Violet should do.

You don't have the right to complain to anyone that you didn't have to be a good kid, that you didn't have to be perfect or that you didn't like to run around outside reading.

If it's not even in Mary Jun's way, to the extent that it doesn't have a bad reputation, it's good that Violet lived like herself.

(and no one is looking at me anyway)

My father, my mother, and I loved him, did not look at Violet. Because that's why Violet sold her soul to the devil, but she craved that gaze.

But only this time, that's lucky.

Nobody's watching, nobody cares. That's mediocrely plain, the best treatment for Violet who wants to live inconspicuously.

"... All right, let's do that"

To Violet, who whines to herself unconsciously, the gaze pointing from next door was an addition of pity to worry after surprise. I still had a heart attack on my concubine child who suddenly appeared and wondered if she had gone crazy.

Happy or unhappy, I no longer cared about the eyes around me... I could not even realize that Violet, who had gone horribly blunt from the assumptions coming from experience, had a gaze on his feelings.