I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Sister, are you all right now?

"... yeah, I'm sorry I missed last night"

"No, your sister's health comes first!

Laughing brightly is very similar to soft sunshine. When it came to the effect of reassuring people, honest sexual roots appeared on cloudless faces.

She's a truly beautiful daughter of heart to worry about her sister-in-law who doesn't come to her celebratory seat.

And I'm sure my personality is distorted from the ground up if I don't receive that kindness well. A straight line that would be straight stretched by a big guide, but I'm sure it's a little curved.

To be honest, I want you to immerse yourself in a family reunion without worrying about yourself or anything. I don't mind having the mansion set aside at all.

"I told everyone last night that Mary was coming to the next tea party."

"... Really?"

As expected, or as I remember. Last time I heard it at the celebration table last night, it seems the future doesn't change where we dodged it. I was not surprised because I knew to some extent.

Whether it is an aristocratic custom or nature, a tea party is held at a certain cycle. Some events have parties, so they are collectively called "social circles." One of the most important duties for a nobleman, a place where you have to look and care most about courtesy. There is no forgiveness just because you are a child, but rather because you are a child, there can be a lot of problems with interacting.

With all sorts of rumors flying around, I don't think it's a good idea to let the social circle where rumors are central to the conversation.

Perhaps my father is completely indifferent to such things. It's not indifference, it's ignorance.

My father, who has gained so many allies with his beauty and talent, is a man of contradiction who tends to dream of realism. Knowing a person's slightly dark emotions, I never dream that it could be directed at my beloved daughter. Am I misseeing the tolerance of adults and children, because in my father's time the presence of concubines was more revealing than it is now... either way the result is the same.

When you say that you can make any ruthless decisions at work, blindness to your daughter is, in a way, something that goes by Violet's time. There is a difference between the moon and the stone when indifferent and blind, but I may be a little better off considering that I stimulate my surroundings poorly.

Perhaps Mary Jun will be at the heart of the Tea Party, in a less welcoming direction as well.

There was no time left... to take any measures.

× × × ×

In the days when I felt a tingle of unpleasant hunch, I did not play my part, although I tried to think of various measures for firepowder that were likely to come down. It's sad that we can't deny the latter because we didn't have a day, or because we think it's other personnel...

Violet herself is unwilling to harass me like last time, so I just have to stay away from her later. It would be helpful if you could do something about the disaster that will befall Mary Jun in person.

"Mary, you look great!

"Oh, you're really pretty"

"Thanks! Mother, Father!

Surrounded by his parents and flowering in his expression, Mary Jun apparently doesn't understand Violet's worrying current situation either.

The tenderness of Mary Jun, which Violet is also stained with, seems to be directly linked to the sweetness of recognition as it is. It's also her virtue, and let's just say it's a weakness to this one. The strengths and weaknesses are a piece of paper.

The figure of the finished family may indeed be a sight that you will want to celebrate, both in person and in honor of shagging happily in the dress.

"Dear Violet,"

"... should I stay in my room until we leave?"

If I hadn't ignored who I should have joined there, I'd be talking about.

Too naturally, one daughter would only look like a troubled parent who can't help but be cute to those who don't know the circumstances.

Ignoring and solidifying the existence of her eldest daughter, that is the sight of a 'family reunion' so familiar to Violet today that no emotion sprouts. The earliest scratches seem more foolish.

"Then prepare your tea."

"You're going to the tea party now?

"If Violet barely eats and drinks at a tea party, I know."

"Hehe, you know everything about Marine."

"Yeah, what about Violet?"

Seven years since Marin became ready to serve Violet, he would already be on his side longer than his parents. And personality, likes and dislikes, I know a lot more than they do with only blood connections. Weak, strong, troubled, complex.

Violet, who eventually chose sin, but still Marin's presence had saved me from wanting to fall in love with my family.

"Then please, I'll take care of the brand."

"I'm in awe... Dear Violet"

"What?

Turn your back against the leaking door of a pleasant voice and gently lift the dress around you. Fluffy, sprawling hems create glamour, but are much harder to move than you can see. I'm sure my half-sister, who makes her heart dance to her beautifully dressed things, hasn't noticed, but there's no one on her side who can teach it. Because there's no way my father knows, and her mother is new to the Tea Party just like her daughter.

Maybe I should teach them the truth, but I don't feel I can explain them well after breaking their regiment.

What a strange thing to take over the Vahan family's blood correctly and be a family without any worries, but not be admitted into a family reunion.

In the end, Violet seems to be far from his family everywhere.

"Even today, you are so beautiful. Your meal looks really good on you."

"... thanks, Marin"

Bright red, matching gray hair and eyes. Something more elegant in design than cuteness, according to what you look like as an adult. Hairstyles and hair decorations were made up to Marin to reproduce.

The thoughts contained in her compliments are undoubtedly genuine and genuine. It's not about social dictum or flattery right now.

Even though I knew that fully, it was the appearance of a family that didn't even exist their missing hole that passed behind Violet's brain.

I'm not scratched, I'm not unhappy.

I don't have any expectations or aspirations yet, but I noticed.

(Speaking of which... you've never been praised)

My father didn't even praise me for the way I dressed today because I was honored.

A family that has never been praised, doesn't live together, doesn't talk, doesn't even look at each other... someone else would have a better relationship.

(The more I thought about it, the less I did)

The memories that were once filled black enough to look back, the one that is truly black history. Even though I have never been praised, I want to be loved, and so on.

"... let's make use of it in the future"

I don't even feel like I've hit a stray bullet from an unexpected point of view, but it's only a matter of more scratches from what I've thought about.

Violet shook her head to the side a few times to change her mood and went back to her room to wait for Marin's delicious tea.