I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

A weak voice trembling like a cry, unlike the morning's lame impression. Behaving with temperament did not hide the fear and humiliation.

"What do you guys know and what do you know...!

It would stir itself up and look riddled to stand up to it.

A heart that can't be broken in front of many enemies, or even scratched, and staring straight ahead is reminiscent of the heroine that appears in the novel.

"It's that way to surround one person and be ashamed!

"Why... you know where you stand...!?

"It doesn't matter if you're born or who you are, it's not proof that your heart is poor to judge people for that!

I wanted to hold my head in a feud to heat up.

Apparently this time it wasn't a rampage of followers who blindly believed in Violet, and I was relieved at one point.

(Worst......)

It wasn't that way that I hurt Violet's head, it was on Mary Jun who responded.

Cursed, attacked, unjustified slander. Naturally that develops into a fight. If they came to hurt themselves, they wouldn't have a problem taking it and standing. Fighting, both successes and defeats. Words can only be fitted later, and there is no need to somehow suppress and kill the facts that were hurt then.

But that's a story if Mary Jun wasn't noble.

Until recently, Mary Jun, who did not have the name of the Vahan family, has common sense: common sense among the civilian population. The simplicity of saying it doesn't matter who you are tells the story above all else.

Prejudice and discrimination are certainly 'things you shouldn't do'. If you mock and scoff at the part you can't help yourself with. I can certainly say that your heart is poor and ugly.

But judging a person by birth or status is one of the skills that nobility must possess. Never, it doesn't matter. It's not a good story in a nutshell.

"It is you who are wrong!!

Highly, assert your own correctness. If she were just a high school student, if she hadn't had the name of Varhan, she would have been a heroine of justice. The curtain was closed with a good boy who was frightened but sure of his will.

Mary Jun is not just a girl anymore.

"What are you doing?"

"Sister......!?

We have to deliver this place before Mary Jun can do any more justice, and we'll come forward with that thought.

There were five people surrounding Mary Jun. It was similar before, but I'm relieved it doesn't look familiar either way.

But over there, he changed his complexion when he saw Violet. He has a sense of being acting in a problem somewhat.

"Dear Violet... Um, this is..."

"Do you have any opinions on my Varhan family?

"Ahhh..."

Untie the hand you were putting together before and add a finger to your cheek. Violet knew it was a deliberate act, but it could make her emotions more volatile.

To embody the beauty of a doll-like crop, it's better to be a little daunting and unnatural.

Bloodless fakes are more compelling than warm living beings. If it's beautiful, it's not. You don't need a smile, you don't need anger. However, if you ask questions with no emotion, that's close to physical blackmail.

"I know we have a lot of opinions about our problem... but don't worry about it."

Slowly approaching, sheltering Mary Jun on her back...... she looks sheltered. If a fairly tall violet is worn among the women, Mary Jun's figure is forcibly removed from the ladies' gaze.

What we see is the look on Violet's face as we turn to ourselves. I have no emotions in my expression rather than no expression. There is a feeling of discomfort as if it is in front of a crop that can't even blink, which is also different from the true face.

"She draws the blood of the Duke of Varhan family, Mary Jun, daughter of the Varhan family. I guarantee her birth and identity."

Slowly, as anyone can see, legalize in them the presence of Mary Jun. It would be easier if others could tell you not to talk about people's home situations, but if you could do that, you wouldn't have a hard time.

Though acquiesced, this is not a very welcome example in the case of the Vahan family. The fact that Violet was a being that shaped people's emotions for better or worse is one cause, but if we correct the original, the sweetness of my father's perception is all that matters.

Whatever it is, for Violet, whether the other person is my father or someone else in red, I wouldn't be happier than that if you just let me go. Everyone does something extra on their own.

"But Master Violet, the woman..."

"Didn't you hear me?

"Oh, sorry......!

One girl stepped forward, excepting words trying to impress Violet. I won't give her time to install it, I won't allow her to get involved any more, if I let her include it in the dark and tilt her neck, she turned bright blue and drooped her head.

I didn't mean to intimidate you that much...... nails don't work if you hit them sweetly. We need to be as strong, thorough, and sharpen the power that comes towards us again as we can.

"So you don't mind if we finish this conversation?

"Yes..."

Fluffy as he lost his strength, he leaves with one or two people in a move that I think would be quicker to crawl. With the last of his backs out of sight, Violet finally looked back behind him.

"Sister... thank you for your help."

Momentum that seemed to follow me even now, Mary Jun's face, with her hands together, approached me in front of her. Bring the happiness that comes from gratitude to your face as if you had received a prayer for God.

I guess this is the kind of person people want to protect. It describes me as happy throughout my body, back-to-back with the way I was shaking small. The word adorable suits the girl too well.

Violet helped me do my thing, and I don't doubt it because she protected me. I feel guilty about that gaze. If you miss it here, Mary Jun will definitely repeat it again.

"Mary Jun"

"Yes, sister!

"I was gonna ask you, too."

"Heh...?

What the hell are you doing?