I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Ha..."

I left my bag at my desk and sighed as I sat in the chair.

Since I have parents during breakfast, I have no problem if I am thorough with the air, but that is not the case during school. Like leaving the house separately, that's where Mary Jun takes precedence when it comes to wanting to go with him.

I was also restless in my car at home and finally took a breath after I broke up with Mary Jun. I feel calmer and more at school than at home.

If I don't want to go to school, I can make the choice of pulling, but what should I do if the opposite is the case? You might want to seriously consider moving to a different home for this.

"... let's stop somewhere today and then go home"

It's a pain in the ass when Mary Jun catches you when you get home poorly. If you have to make it for breakfast and dinner, at least forgive me for being bad enough to deflect school hours.

"Good day, Master Violet"

Good afternoon.

Return a proper smile to the greeting you hear from the next seat. It was about the day the rumors spread that I was watching how things were far-flung, and I gradually went back to the original air from the next day.

Now we normally greet each other, and sometimes we develop into public discourse. When it comes to having a new mother, Violet's has no blood or connections. It's unclear if that was in the attitude, but at least Violet must have told them that she didn't care about the rumors.

Nevertheless, there's not much change in my routine because of the lack of interaction from the beginning.

(If you can stay at peace, I don't care)

I'm not nervous about feeling lonely being alone right now. If they perceived that the rumored care was useless, they wouldn't want it any more.

With a cheek cane on his desk, he drops his gaze on the floor.

The attitude that you might be told at first glance is also horrible because of the influence of beauty because of the nobility that makes you want to be a model of a painting if it comes to shaping Violet.

In the end, the reason that made Violet's life a slightly dim object was also the appearance of her father, who, retrospectively, captivated her in the beauty of her father.

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Class is over, lunch time comes. Few people bring handmade lunches to this school. In rare cases, some people bring it by saying that our Jeff is the best, but basically it's not a substitute for first-rate preparation at home school. In addition to health care, there is enough to make it easier for me to bring it on purpose, even in that it will be fulfilled as long as I can.

And like many students, Violet is also a satisfied side person in the school cafeteria. But in Violet's case, it's not that he doesn't like it or dislike it, it's not that he doesn't care about the flavor, it's just one thing that he doesn't want the people who belong to the Varhan family to go through the extra effort.

Of course, there is no particular dissatisfaction with food and learning. I'm just saying that if both dishes are equally delicious, I chose someone who doesn't have to worry about them.

I think a familiar chef would be better off if he were supposed to, but for Violet, the only person close to my father is the one who gets tired of the house. Even if you are more on the hire side of your position.

Whatever it is, now it's what we do with the lunch in front of us.

What Marin has prepared for me in the morning is beautifully digested and my stomach is complaining of hunger at a good time. I want to go to lunch before I make a noise.

Pushed back by an empty stomach, feet faster. I guess there are already some people in the dining room who walk with friends on one hand for lunch that I've already taken out of everywhere.

(If there seems to be too many people, I'll go outside with a takeout too)

In this large school, I don't feel cramped, but the problem is the amount of people. My classmates don't care about rumors anymore...... but at first glance they don't show me the bare gestures they care about.

But the rumors themselves have not sedated. Rather, given the disturbances in the meantime, I would never have gone too far with it.

The topic is easy to focus where people gather and rumors are inaccurate message games. Even if you are a party and a different story from the facts has spread, there are no more measures than to stay out of it.

"─ Miss Violet!

Suddenly I was stopped and my shoulders trembled. I know it's an overreaction just because my name is called, but honestly, when my name is called, there is a good chance that it will be a hassle. If the target is Yulan, it's easy to understand the nickname, and there's no reason to be alarmed.

Slowly looking back at his face alone, a man with blue hair raised one hand and approached him.

"Dear Mira...?

"Hello, it's been a while"

Shoulder strength falls off on the look of a soft laugh over the glasses, but I also thought I should be more alert.

Blue hair, dark colored green eyes. Black edged glasses give an intelligent impression, but many warrants rumor that the crying black child under his right eye is sexy. Rather than mystical beauty, any outfit should be better dressed as a man who dresses beautifully.

Milania Deor, a third grader and vice president of the student council at the school, and Prince Claudia and his best friend.

For Violet today, there is a title that I would like to see unwittingly.

"Good afternoon...... Long time no see"

Nevertheless, there are also reasons why we cannot generally exfoliate our vigilance.

Milania, the eldest son of the Count, came face-to-face with the same nobility more than once. Instead, the majority of the facades in school have experienced the same social place from an early age. Not only the world, but the aristocratic community is small.

Needless to say, Prince Claudia, Milan is also easy to attract attention because of his appearance, and it doesn't take long to get close to him from his own personality.

And likewise, I can easily imagine how I went from appearance and family name to getting to know Violet, who attracts people's attention.

Nevertheless, I didn't expect to be able to speak up at this time... in a very good development. Yes.

"Lunch? We don't have the usual kids."

"Huh..."

I didn't know for a second who the usual kid was, but it came up with an immediate consideration. Once there was always someone on Violet's side.

Once upon a time, it wasn't about the days that I rolled back. Not long before now...... a year from when Violet just entered school until she went up to two years. I mean, before I met Mary Jun yet, when my mother was only breathing.

Ladies who want to use Violet to capture the eyes of all sorts of people as silently as possible, that's enough to sweep and throw away.

(Speaking of which... Nobody's coming since the rumors spread.)

Although I didn't have any shards to speak from myself now because I was originally the most problematic type to call myself a friend. That's why I don't hear voices from the other side, which, when I think about it carefully, also makes me feel like a spider child scatter too much.

If I thought their interest was to the extent that they flew away with stepmother rumors, I didn't even care until they told me it was easy to convince me. As much as I even thought it would be easier.

Friend It was an anomaly that made it all better to have a pseudo-existence, but that's why I completely forgot about it. He was also quite flirtatious.

Maybe the sympathetic gaze around you included pity for yourself for losing a friend besides rumors?

I didn't know that. I jumped into the sea of sympathy myself last time and left once. My friend. I can't believe I was mock... black history is updated and hard.

"Well... maybe I won't be talking to them further."

"Huh...?

They're not interested in me anymore.

"Not anymore," or I don't think there was.

At that time when I was hungry for love, I could do anything I wanted, even if it was a rotten shard all over my intentions. I appreciate the size and beauty compared to not being loved.

Now I think that was dust that acted like love. If you keep absorbing that stuff, it's decided to break. If you eat dust, it breaks your stomach, it's your own fault you didn't understand the obvious.

"You know Mira, don't you? My... rumors about my home."

"It's..."

"I guess that's just a cut, though."

Originally, the value of Violet in their midst was nothing short of a patterned and notable beauty. I want to keep it in its favor, would it be the same as an accessory for the feel?

If it's an ornament, it's natural to be degraded and thrown away. Although not a very praised perception, this would have been both a success and a loss because the Violet side was a perception that didn't change that much either.

"Didn't you have something more to do with me than that?

He and I are not talking to each other to talk.

There is no friendship even if we have known each other since we were young. I had a twisted personality from the home environment I was born into, and I was only hated, and there could be no slight favor.

The Milanese expression was visibly cloudy as to whether that was conveyed on the question mark.

"What happened with Claudia at the tea party in the meantime?

"... aren't you asking yourself"

"That doesn't open a single mouth about this one."

Then why are you asking Violet a question with a sniper? Milania would know exactly what the relationship was between Claudia and Violet.

"But it's obvious you're worried. So... I thought you might know."

Like I want to ask you why you thought that. Like I don't want to hear it. What's unlikely to return a good answer is how I felt about what I once did.

I honestly don't want to say much about what happened at the tea party the other day. I want to forget what I can do.

…………

"... well, let's change the way we ask"

He silenced himself and perceived something when he saw Violet distorting his expression in confusion. After showing a bare gesture of thinking about something for a little while, I tilted my neck in a loose motion to show it.

"Something happened between him and Yulan?