I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

At the end of your gaze, are you in a hurry or early enough Violet? At first glance, I never noticed Yulan and the others in an invisible place, but from here on out, I could even recognize the rushing colors that floated in Violet's face.

"Ah......"

I saw Violet, just like Yulan, that slight difference. I notice that Yulan has moved due to a delay in the time taken to recognize him.

Claudia's presence is no longer in the corner of my head, and they'll just shake me off that I reached out. On the side I saw when I left, there was no cold mask directed at Claudia, only my concern for Violet could be glimpsed.

…………

Stand up, walk out. I felt it took a strange long time for all that to work.

Claudia was also somewhat uncomfortable with Violet's condition, but what can she do where she chased him? Usual Claudia would storm as much emotion as she had, but if she understood the responsibilities that came with it, she would have to step on two feet.

It's not like I never understood it before, but I'm sure that wasn't enough. I can't help but think that maybe it's just too prudent.

At least that day, I was wrong not to try to understand what Violet meant by words.

If it was early, a normal person would reflect and make the next use of it. But Claudia is not allowed to fail or reflect. Failure must not be admitted, and it is the pinnacle of stupidity to regret the verdict handed down once. Royal correctness is only turning failure into success, not because it does not fail. Because of that responsibility, the king must be more thoughtful than anyone else.

Naturally, it must also be owed to Claudia, the king's son.

(Did Yulan know?)

How much is the king's blood above his responsibility? I've stood in the middle of it since I was born, and I realized nothing, and I thought I understood it at the top.

After all, that man is much better than himself.

"Ah......"

The sighless and exhaled voice fell to the ground without meaning. I have a slight fever if I cover my forehead, but the palms I'm touching are cold.

Claudia in front of Yulan is more nervous than I'm sure she is aware of.

Two people who are not alike from the edge, the making and shape of their faces, the color and texture of their hair. They're all as far apart as they made them conflicted.

At any rate, I wish I was opposite pole to the color of my eyes.

Soft, shiny yet hard shades, as melted and stuffed with gold. Who was the first to say that its noble colour is the symbol of royalty? The distant old proof of heart became a fact at some point, and now the implicit understanding is that those with its eyes will succeed to the throne.

A lot of people expect that color. I have illusions in this gold that are more important than reality.

Pure blood and color are the qualities of the king, not high abilities. The blind belief that if you inherited that blood color, your abilities should be the same would make Claudia king.

Regardless of the idea, I have no objection to myself becoming king. I have not developed the very value of questioning the fate that had been decided since before I was born.

Facing Yulan, it rains on its seeds. I'm going to grow up. I'm going to have doubts.

I thought Yulan deserved the throne better than himself.

If Yulan asks, he'll laugh with his nose. Or not even, just ignored? Either way, don't accept any shards of Claudia's emotions.

I don't work for you, it would be easier if you told me that. When such a sweet emotion sprouts in a corner of your mind, it is picked. I'm sure Yulan will have a feeling of inferiority to protect him.

Even though that's the only difference between two years, purity of blood, and Claudia and Yulan.

"Claudia...... Huh?

"Huh..."

The Lord of the footsteps, who blinked his uniform and approached this one, was a friend who let his breath bounce. It looks like we're in a hurry, but it doesn't seem like we were looking for Claudia. It doesn't look like he's been running when he sees that he's not breathing properly but he's not sweating.

But his expression couldn't hide the feeling of deviation, and he always looked a little different from him, calm and calm.

"Mira... what's going on, I think we're in a hurry"

"Oh... have you seen Miss Violet?

"Huh..."

Unconsciously, what happened earlier is regenerated in the brain.

Violet looking in a hurry and Yulan going after it. And my friend in front of me now, his expression is so similar that the circumstances are different.

Even Milan can't think of any reason to look for her... as far as Claudia knows, because of Violet's involvement in Yulan.

I know you two are acquaintances. I've talked to Claudia when she was with me, and I'm sure she and I would interact. The answer is no if they just ask if they were friendly.

Many people knew that Violet had feelings for Claudia. Instead, I had an idea.

It's not like you're obviously going to act prominently. He was just a slightly more self-assertive type, the same as the lady who made him recruit his love for Claudia, who was numerous. Far from being cautious about being blind to your first love, that's not why you did enough to blame it.

Still, it's true that Milania is so special that she doesn't feel comfortable with Violet.

"Sometimes it's unusual for a name to come out of your mouth."

"Yeah...... kinda"

"... Something wrong?

"... Actually, yes. I was just talking to Miss Violet."

Seems hard to put into words, starts talking with a toothless tempo.

Painstakingly trying to convey it correctly, he chooses to clog the words, and Claudia's behavior was also decided when he finally gave the explanation.

"Let's go, we don't have time"

"Uh... oh, hey... eh"

Leave only the words and pass by Milania. Earlier he said he was in a position to call it off, but now he heard a confusing Milanese voice on his back.

Imagine the sight ahead. I have some anticipation in Milania's explanation, but I just learned the other day that the facts and the truth are different.

Claudia will continue to grasp the extended hand. Keep giving salvation and protection. Yulan's words beat me, and even though I think about it, there is a sexual nature that I can't change.

That's why we have to go to the right person. To those who are not as right and true as ever.

To do this, we must first look at it with this eye. I'm still too immature to judge by the words I hear from people.

We have to make sure.

Even if you look directly at your mistakes.