I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

"Yulan......?

To an unexpected name, it was quicker to question than surprise.

I don't think anything about Milan knowing about Yulan. No wonder you were as familiar as Violet, assuming that it was their freedom to try and deepen their interactions in places they didn't know.

The question is not that, but why does that name come up in this situation now?

I didn't even bother to ask, or I think you already have some information.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. All I know is that Claudia is worried... that she's depressed, and I don't know anything more or less."

Then why are you talking about Yulan?

"Oh, I knew something was going on"

"Can you answer that?"

If you know what happened on that occasion, you don't have the option of keeping your mouth shut with Violet. I do not know to what extent Milania's perception is, but it is difficult for Yulan to be judged responsible even slightly.

"I just camouflaged from Claudia's condition, because I don't know any details... don't worry"

"Dear Claudia...?

"Well, there's nothing but Yulan entanglement for him to be like that"

What the hell is it like? It bothers me, but there's no way I can tell from what I've heard.

I think the distance to Yulan is close, but that's just between me and Yulan and I don't know anything about other interactions. I know the complexity of what lies between Yulan and Claudia, but to that extent.

Claudia and I have a close friendship with Milania. Things are different.

"So, there's only about as much reason for Yulan to get involved with Claudia as Miss Violet"

"What is it, it"

I'd like to deny it, but in fact Yulan acted for Violet.

I'm glad that that one thing went negative and didn't pour down on Yulan, but Claudia seems to have done more damage instead. Yulan himself would have told me to smile and leave him alone, but for Violet, he was one of those people who got caught up in it because of himself, just like Yulan.

Because of myself, one who was scratched.

"Mira is right... there was a little commotion"

Think of his connections in hidden places and you'll grasp the facts within. Then you should assume the role.

That one is a very simple story if you know it from one to ten. But if I only watched three or seven, I would easily create a misunderstanding and become a twisted message game of facts.

This is the most likely development because there is a precedent called Claudia, the one who uses Violet as a mastermind. There is no particular problem with this, some bad reviews can already be made.

But if any man hath made Yulan evil. It's not an impossible story, because it was words and deeds that were likely to be so if cut incorrectly. That's why Violet yelled first, putting aside her gratitude.

"But don't get me wrong, it's not Yulan's fault. 'Cause it's my sown seed when it comes to the original."

If Yulan asks, he'll say it's not Violet's fault. Just like then, no matter who they were.

But that feeling really doesn't reach Violet. Experience points that I can't say are very good are negative everywhere, leading to underestimation of me.

"I'm sorry to bother Claudia because of that."

I should have been able to avoid it, but with alarming results. From the next time I need to pick the roots more reliably, I regret and reflect.

"Well... I don't know the details, but you shouldn't really care. Maybe you're not responsible."

"Huh...?

"Claudia was depressed, not angry, and I guess she had something to do with it."

I'm familiar with my best friend's personality, so I can't pepper all of Violet's words. I can imagine the contours of things if I think about them comprehensively, even if I don't know what they are.

"I wanted to do something because he's been dark all day, but as far as I can tell, you look like you should see how it goes"

"Sorry I can't help you"

"No, it's this way. I'm suddenly sorry. You were about to go to lunch, I think you're buried in your seat..."

"It's okay, I was going to take it out originally."

A bit of a mix of lies but significantly true. I would have used the dining room if the place was available, but it's been quite a while since I met Milania. There's plenty of time left to eat lunch, but a takeout would be ideal if you were to spend some time alone in peace.

The dining room is also large enough, but the size and number of seats are not proportional because it does not make you feel cramped. Outside, larger than the number of students, would be able to indulge in a peaceful lunch in many ways.

"People are back in the classroom now too......"

I looked out without a second thought, Violet's expression hardens. Looking at him as if surprised, his voice, which was supposed to follow behind his throat, hooked and stopped.

Like framing a window frame, the outside is colored with beautifully tidied trees and grass flowers. It hasn't changed since I started attending this school, and there's nothing funny about it.

"... Miss Violet?

Violet, stiffened with a look mixed with amazement and confusion in front of her, put on her voice her concern for words that were more interrupted than confusion.

The wrinkles between Violet's eyebrows deepen before asking what's going on. I'm surprised, I'm in trouble, my face that looked that way gets all harsh at once, and I even think it's horrible because of the facial effects I was born with.

"I'm sorry, I'm ready to go."

"Uh..."

I beg your pardon.

It's a boulder to put your hands together in discipline and bow your head, but a negative point around turning your back without waiting for your opponent's answer. I felt uncomfortable with my usual attitude, which was too incompatible with Violet to even say that she was stuck.

Questioning Violet's back as she leaves, she looks out the window she was looking at earlier.

A visualized sight of the same serenity as usual, with nothing special. Unless you are also a beautiful woman dressed there, less interested in Milania, which is a man.

"... Huh?

A gaze that was slowly moving left and right is sewn into a single point of discomfort.

Unlike the natural shades of grasshoppers. It was as if there were characters with entities in a flat painting, where the atmosphere emitted by people was too intense.

No wonder there were people in the courtyard. Originally set up for people to relax, popularity is sparse due to the large number of places, but access is free.

Personal freedom to gather numbers and converse in an attempt to stay graceful there.

It just didn't seem like it was either of those things in Milania's eyes right now.

The edge of the garden is not supposed to be a garden to be noticed, but rather unnoticed at first sight. He's hunting down a few people on the wall and saying something with a rugged face. Every time the enclosed side tries to come forward a little bit... it seems to be more curly and smaller and smaller and smaller.

I don't hear voices, I don't know how. However, I could still imagine that the situation was not very good.

"Maybe..."

Reminds me of Violet, who left with a rugged face.

Did she see this? If you look at this and assume you ran out.

"Yabe."

I don't even have to think about where that kid went. Milania was also running off the spot if she noticed.