I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Walking without words, I arrived at the place as I had imagined.

A beautifully decorated door even in a wastefully flashy school. The student chairman who reigns at the top of the student, the royalty who sits at the top of the country, and even in the sense of both, its standing is arguably worthy.

When I opened the door, it was a magnificent indoor, as I had associated.

"Can I get you a drink?

"... can I get you a cup of tea in milk?

"Okay."

Speaking to the butler's clothing clerk, who was holding back on the wall, he immediately left the room in a courtesy.

This is a salon owned by the Student Council. Beyond the back door is the Student Council Room, which is off-limits except for officers and faculty. It is said that only a few deacons and student councils who have reached the standards are allowed to enter the salon, although only a limited number of people are allowed to enter the salon. In fact, it is an implicit understanding that it is not such a tough decision, but merely pre-construction.

The fact is that student council officers will need a place to be released at all because they will be noted for both good and bad. There's no point in going in and out more, so I'm just carrying a superficial title.

If Claudia, president of the Student Council, were with us, it would be a mild decision for Violet, a single student, to enter the room so that there was nothing wrong with it.

"... you should sit down too"

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Claudia, who sat opposite me first, urged me, and Violet also lowered her back to the red cushion. Fluffy and enveloping softness made me feel secure that I would forget that this was the school building.

Spread your skirt so it doesn't wrinkle. Use enough sofa alone even if you both hang up. Claudia in front sat in the center of the couch in the same way.

After a little silence, Karakara and a few noises were made, and tea on the service wagon was carried. The smell of sweet milk mixes with fragrant coffee.

"Stay back until I call you."

When I told the butler who set me up beautifully on the table to wait outside the room, I left the room without saying anything. One facial expression that doesn't change is a little uncomfortable because it is stained with crops, but each of the servants in every part of the school has responded to the situation. Where there are many people, such as the dining room, it becomes important to smile and eliminate as much humanity as possible in places as sensitive as this. Because when secrets are exchanged, we need to let them decide that it's no problem to be asked the same as the firmness of the mouth.

Indoors, breathing sounds for two. In other words, silence persists.

But the louder it was in Violet's ear, the sound of her own heart sounded. The temperature at your fingertips is gone, and the increased momentum of blood gathers at once into the center of your chest.

I was worried about holding the cup at my fingertips, which didn't move well, so I tried to wrap it around with both hands and tasted the temperature of a twitchy, hot milk tee. I feel like I can calm down a little if I fill my tense, dry mouth with sweet liquid.

That seems to have been the same not only for Violet, but also for Claudia, who is confronted.

Take a sip of coffee, return the cup still in it to the saucer and stare straight at Violet.

"I'm sorry I made such a sudden call."

"No, I don't think so. Claudia's request."

I can't refuse a call from a prince for no reason. Priority leans mostly toward the prince, even for a reason.

It won't change what Claudia intends to do about it. It doesn't have to be a big deal for him, because 'Prince's Requirements' is all that matters to him. It is no exception for Violet, a nobleman.

The most formerly violet would have risen just to say that Claudia had spoken to him, and would have followed him happily without thinking about the source of the enlarged interpretation, confusion or annoyance.

Though about myself, she was a hell of a woman to look back at. It stains me that an objective point of view is important.

So I realize, and I remember what I said earlier.

It will be about a year ago for me, but a recent event for Claudia. Even though time has rewinded, reflection and regret, it is on Violet's own, and I cannot change what I have done so far.

Suspicious about the sudden change of attitude, where are the reassuring elements?

The only thing that has changed is in Violet, and Claudia knows nothing. To him he has not yet, an annoying woman who has rampaged his favors.

If it's Claudia's request from such an opponent, I don't know. It's horrible just to think about what kind of bad direction it can be perceived.

Even though I said it was a narrow shoulder thought, I felt like I had shredded my place myself, holding my head inside while creating a face that didn't eat anything outside.

"Again, no"

"... Huh?

I was wondering what look, voice color, I could poke the discomfort. Unexpectedly Claudia's voice was gentle and she had a bitter laugh on her face looking at herself.

It's not like the sharp eyesight I've ever had or the grumpy lower voice I've had.

You're in trouble, but it's not just that... it's like you're comfortable or convinced somewhere.

"I feel nothing for you right now... for me"

Once, all the words that Violet was pointing at Claudia were all over every color.

It's not just a favor, it's a slight hope of jealousy. I had them all wrapped up in love, but the mixed emotions that look transparent can't even be described as beautiful in flattery.

Honestly, I was sick of it. I felt sick enough to be nauseous.

I don't see myself in those eyes as I stand and act like I represent love. With only the vessel of love in hand, the emotion that fills it is funny and creepy to ask Claudia. Violet, so honest as to be said to be self-centered, seems like a monster to Claudia.

Even when I stopped seeing Violet, I was suspicious to such an extent that I didn't feel safe. It's a rule of thumb, a kind of preconception. For Claudia, Violet is someone who has no choice but to be vigilant.

It was the other guy, though.

"I stopped seeing him, I couldn't talk to him, and I thought he was up to something. And then... I found out about the Varhans."

Later wife and half-sister who lost her mother and showed up without setting foot between them.

I was convinced that I couldn't afford to worry about it because it affected me. And I was wondering if you could keep losing interest, though careless.

Claudia was disappointed in an instant when she turned to that day and saw only that scene. After all, Violet's heart didn't change a thing.

What happened to the results... needless to say.

"I had a convenient interpretation of myself. I decided that was true... and I rebuffed you."

When I said rule of thumb, it was something I should never have done on the spot. Whatever impression you have for watching, you are free, but if you decide to get involved, it should be fair. At the very least, we should have had an objective look at the facts rather than subjectivity.

If Claudia wanted to protect the victim with her power as a prince, it would be fine. Even though we must understand correctly why the perpetrator is acquitted.

"I acted on a preconceived statement, dressed Violet in wet clothes and fluttering... didn't deserve to speak justice to me then"

Claudia rises and Violet's gaze rises naturally. What you should see there is white skin and golden eyes.

Never, not a swirling hair with golden threads hanging down.

"Huh...!?

"I'm sorry...... I'm really, really sorry"

"Hey, do what... eh"

I couldn't understand what was happening for a moment and it was too late when I returned it to me. The first thing I felt as I bowed my head toward myself was an interminable rush.

Because the prince's head should be high enough that words of apology are going to blow up somewhere.

"Keep your head up...... if anyone sees a place like this......!

Originally, it is unacceptable for royalty to apologize to those below. A theory that seems to frown if one is rich in fraternity and equality, but in fact every added value attaches to the Royal Apology of the Problem.

I can't believe the presence that should be at the apex admits to the one who leads.

It is a sort of arrogance, a very important principle of power. As everyone abides by the law, the king's legitimacy must be upheld.

If, hypothetically, an apology for the prince was made like this one… it is the side that made the apology 'done' that will be punished. I mean, Violet's.

There's no way Claudia wouldn't know that either. No matter how narrowly he has a sense of justice, how much meaning hangs on his own head. Assuming he doesn't even know that, he shouldn't be king.

"Don't worry. What happened here never leaks to the outside."

"It may be..."

A place where more apex objects are used in schools attended by many of the young lady's sons. The ease of use and the severity of the contents would not be proportionate. The only outsider enough butler should be out there, and the soundproofing in this room should be working accordingly.

Right now, there's only one person who knows what Claudia does, Violet.

"When you leave this room, you can forget what I said and did... because I wanted to be forgiven, but I didn't do it for you. If you don't, I'll do the same."

What was the point of the premise action to make you forget? If it doesn't have to be forgiven, what is the value of an apology?

It's awkward when it comes to contradictions, reasoning that equals excuses for a child, but Claudia is all sincerely serious.

You don't have to forgive me. You can forget it. You can let it all go.

What I want to tell you is no reflection, no regret, no guilt.

"I'm just saying that I'm solving the misunderstanding that day... knowing"

I can't erase the deed, I can't apologize for it. The lessons Yulan's anger taught us will be used in the future, but there is no such thing as Violet.

Aware that it was an unforgivable mistake to be poked out that there was nothing I could do... I thought about it, how Violet's heart could lighten up a little.

I thought about not doing anything and waiting for the time to pass. Perhaps that's the best, and the stray has not completely disappeared.

Still, I acted because misunderstandings must erode my mind a lot more than others think.

Even the culprit of the crime, it is for a moment that innocence becomes a shield. Breaking one's heart is easy for an elephant, and it has nothing to do with the light and darkness of its righteousness. Correct, innocent is the sin.

"All I know is that I was the one who was wrong that day."

I might be doing something ridiculous. Maybe I'll buy Yulan's wrath again.

Still, one result you can't give away. Beliefs that never break in Claudia.

Don't let Violet get hurt by mistake again.

(I didn't see anything, even though it was mine)

I didn't try to know. I didn't try to solve it.

I just pushed myself, I didn't try to share. I didn't turn a blind eye to the discomfort I was inflicting on him, hoping it would heal a lot of pain.

I have less room for myself in creating a convenient claudia and forcing it into reality than a lot of ladies who think about his appearance and title.

The dreaming maiden needs to be adorable, but if you cross the dream border, it's just a rampage. The level of reality escape has passed by.

The beginning was Violet.

The impression that Violet's dream, fanaticism, planted in Claudia. That made him choose Violet to be evil. Sure, Violet was a wrongdoer, but he's never innocent.

Still, Claudia bows her head. Make an apology.

Admit your own nonsense from the bottom of your heart, and from your heart, worry about Violet's wounds, not forgiveness.

Everywhere, a sincere man. Serious, honest, maybe stupid. Countless defects and excesses, the perfect prince is a fantasy.

A man named Claudia, straight past everywhere. I'm sure one day, the day will come when its core will be broken flat. Even if Claudia tries to resist, that foolish belief in those who stand at the top of the country only hurts him and the country.

I can no longer see the future that lay on him, completely indestructible.

It was impure, intentional, full of lies. I wanted the happiness surrounding Claudia and tried to set the stage for that love.

Claudia is right. What seemed to him was rightly the essence of Violet, and only one significance.

To call it love, it's too ugly. It's cloudy to say love.

This thought also doesn't contain the purity of the shards, though.

(I... liked you like that)

Kind, honest, upright, righteous and wielding, stupid and stupid, awkward prince.

This feeling was not love. It wasn't love either.

Still, Claudia was the first person Violet liked.