I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I know it's not a very praiseworthy behavior to leave the scene while we're talking. There is a strong tendency to refer to nobility as a troublesome thing to call tradition when all kinds of courtesies can be weighed just by walking away.

I gave a minimal greeting, but it is unclear where the acceptance criteria are for Milan. I know it's calm and I don't care about the details, so I think it's probably okay.

Now there's something more important than that.

(What a mistake...)

No matter how optimistic you are, there is no chance of that.

I saw it out the window then, the beautiful pearl color that plays the light. Pure white with seeping purity of mind, unlike my dull halfway shade.

I know. I've seen it before. Because he looked a lot like someone who was laughing next door this morning.

"Give me a break..."

It would be best if I could pretend I didn't see it and pretend I didn't know anything, but if this was also an act based on Violet. And this time, if Mary Jun reports to my father.

Just imagine it would be 10,000 times more troublesome than it is right now. My father, judging by his love for Mary Jun alone, would be of worse quality than Claudia's sense of justice.

Whatever they say, it doesn't hurt, but I don't want to have extra trouble with my parents' needs. Even though I said that house couldn't breathe, if I strangled him any more, he'd die.

Hurry to the scene at a speed that's almost the same as walking.

I wanted to run without worrying about my skirt, but I understand that it's not in the permissible position. Because I am confident in my leg strength as a father's division that my mother wanted, but there is nowhere else to show it off.

Marin honors the lively Violet as beautiful, too, but most nobles, and most importantly, my father, don't want anything like that from Violet. That's all it is to be a lady of beauty.

A toddler, who had been pushed by a boy ever since he was mindful, is suddenly sent back to the girl after he has grown himself, from which he creates the perfect harem mask. Instead of thinking about understanding how painful that is.

"You don't need to be so wide... eh"

My dissatisfaction leaked unexpectedly on the long way. In fact, I've thought many times about the ridiculous size of the premises in relation to the number of students, but I guess I feel extra painful now that I can't rush without running.

The same goes for the school building, and the garden is too big for me to get sick of.

"Where have you been..."

What Violet saw was a Mary-Jun-like figure surrounded by a courtyard.

It seems easy to find in words, but words are difficult because the courtyard is so large. Enough about the courtyard, Mary Jun. I can't even hear the others.

You went back to class thinking about time, only the sound of grass flowers swinging in the wind in the quiet garden left in your ear. Usually I can laugh when it's quiet and calm, but now where's the noise rather.

If you won't find it where you searched for it in the dark clouds, stop your legs once.

Think about it, if you order me to remember, the door to an honest open memory. I'd forget it if I could, but it's handy when these things happen.

Reminds me of what I once did to Mary Jun. Surrounding and scorning in groups has been violent. Undisputed priors, not black history.

It's a past I want to erase, a background that has actually disappeared, but it's well engraved on Violet.

That's why where do you choose when these things happen? What place did I choose? I know how it feels to be surrounding Mary Jun right now.

An unpopular and discreet place. Better dark, but dismiss the unclean place because I don't want to be. It would be great if people knew as soon as they were close, but there is no such place in the school.

There are no people coming, there are mountains of places like that, but from the last place I saw it, I guess I moved to the shadow of the school building.

"... over there"

The place I picked up in my brain was also familiar to Violet. If it's clear, where I once called Mary Jun to bully him.

I thought we had to get closer, but should I call this fate?

I erased as much noise and signs as I could so they wouldn't notice. This is also a skill developed in the age of separation, but I didn't know there was going to be a useful day.

Pointing my nerves, twitching my ears. Just to make sure you don't miss the slightest sound.

A little, I heard it. I was looking, there's a voice I wanted you to stay overheard if I could.

"I can't believe just a mistress has a baby and fits into a later wife... you're just a whore"

"Your mother is not like that...... Huh!