I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

As usual, I was hungry and lost in the back alley. Whether it's someone's leftovers, rotten or just a drink. If I didn't put something in my stomach, I'd be dead, and I thought in my undernourished brain.

Fluffy footsteps, sumptuous vision, slowly normal falls out of one's body.

I was supposed to be looking for food, but at some point I didn't know where I was headed. It wouldn't be a big break in Nojuku, and the body and mind close to chronic sleep deprivation, insomnia, would have appealed to the limits already. Even though I guess, I walk around without even thinking, I don't even know where I am.

I just moved my legs until I ran out of strength and realized that my intention to blink was to pass out because the sight I jumped in when I opened my eyes was so beautiful.

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I didn't understand the situation, but I don't have the energy to be surprised anymore. I managed to determine that the brilliant ceiling that just extended into my blurred vision was not empty.

I can't see the sky, this isn't outside.

Are you awake?

"Eh..."

Within understanding those two, the voice of the person who came into the room without sound reached his ear, and the reflex he wanted to get up was just his shoulder jumping on the futon on his back.

My voice plunders and I even feel the warmth of being wrapped up in weight. My body today is the same as a threaded marionette, there is no way to operate it even to move it.

"I brought you a meal, but you think you can eat it?

…… ……

"I brought you a drink too, so you should moisten your throat first"

I felt fine cold air overflowing from the tip of the straw close to my mouth. Clear liquid accumulated in a glass, body hunger abandoned waiting faster than I could understand it was water. I was fortunate that my body didn't move as much as I thought it would and I was disappointed.

I moistened my throat a little bit with a motion that made me feel tired, and the fresh moisture I hadn't had in a long time filled my body with even a very small amount.

Thanks to the cold water, his brain is also clear, his body remained crippled, but his vision, which was sumptuous, regains its beauty. So for the first time, I recognized the face of someone standing at my side.

"If your body's going to wake you up, you should eat at all... oh, you don't have to. If we could just drink water, we'd be fine first."

Light gray hair cut short. The circle of angels claims to be a combination of soft, wavy, and glossy, round, large, cat reminiscent eyes are the color of the sky before crying out. The white, luminous skin is slightly pink and the little lips are as vivid as if to mock the presence of red.

In a white shirt, in black halfpants with suspenders, even though there is not a single ornament, its presence can only be a distinguishing factor.

The finished beauty is like an ideal treasure trove. It would be more convincing to be told that he was an angel, not a human being, but that the gender part was therefore opaque.

At first glance, he's an amazingly beautiful boy. The tone, the outfit, it doesn't seem like the same sex as myself, though.

The unpleasant discomfort gets in the way of convincing.

You'd be younger than Marin, but you wouldn't be so young. The beauty of her face makes her age as opaque as her gender, but she still won't be older than herself, or as old as a toddler.

He's not that tall. High height to such an extent that it is not possible to make a decision that it is low, even if it is based on marine, which is higher than the same age.

She looks good and doesn't look like she's lacking anything. You look extremely healthy, you're supposed to be a normal boy.

How can skeleton and fleshy in sight seem so unreliable?

"Ah, hey... ha"

Who are you? Where are we?

Even if you're recovering mentally, it's a matter of mood. Apparently the strained throat didn't leave enough room to regain its original function with a slight amount of moisture.

"Me..."

It doesn't sound like a voice, it's going to cough me up. Only the air overflows from my mouth, which was supposed to complement such an incompetent sentence in my brain and give me an answer.

I lay my eyes down and a little stray closed my lips. but that's just for a moment too.

"I am, Violet. It's Violet Rem Varhan."

How much of Violet was there at this time? How prepared and courageous did you name it?

At this time, I could not imagine one thing, fluttering through the boundaries of dreams and reality.

It was ten days later that Marin recovered and was able to talk and move.

× × × ×

"Wouldn't you like to work here?

"... Yes?

Ten days ago, Marin, who was lost in search of food, apparently came all the way to the back door of the Varhan family without his knowledge. A servant who found it told Violet and took care of her for the last ten days when she picked it up.

I heard the story and first asked for an apology and an appreciation, and something in return. The money and the house were not even nourished, but the momentum pushed my forehead to the floor when I did anything I could.

In contrast, it was the words that came back.

In contrast to Marin, who is vegan and kyoton, Violet's expression was full of confidence not to mention that he had come up with a name proposal.

"The house doesn't have a lot of people in and out... I can't get out much, and the servants were just grown-ups and bored. As long as you're the one I'm talking to... can you just work for me?

He looks rightly the son of a nobleman, sitting on his back leg in a chair. This is the Duke's house and Violet is the son of the family, so the impression was supposed to be correct, but there was still some discomfort I couldn't swallow somewhere.

Nevertheless, we are not in a situation to ask that now, and there are various problems with the Duke's servant being an orphan and homeless child?

First the Lord of this House...... Violet's parents would disagree.

I thought so, and I thought I had to say no.

"My parents are fine. Nothing... because I'm not coming."

Are they trusted to an extent or are they overprotective that will allow them to do anything?

For Marin, who has lived without any shards of love from his parents, that is an unknown realm. It is true that I felt envy sprouting on my chest resembling jealousy and had some negative feelings for Violet, even if not disgust.

Nevertheless, the offer itself is outrageously attractive. There's no reason to say no to Marin unless even Violet's side is worried about this enough to get his hands out of his throat.

The more I heard the terms, the stronger the thought.

Where you live, what you eat, what you wear, you get the money. Even the life I've lived and the balance I've put on is disgusting.

I also show my jealousy for Violet that if I could get out of my current life, I wouldn't have been perfect.

Everything was meant to be for a living, though.

Since when did you start to think it was funny?

invisible father. A mother who doesn't try to meet anyone but Violet. Violet not coming out of my mother's room.

I was supposed to be hired by someone I talked to, but I hardly had a chance to do the job. To Marin, who had spared no time, the servants had taught various things and misled various things.

You shouldn't go into your wife's room. Because I'm very, very angry.

You mustn't talk about the Lord in front of his wife. Because I'm very, very angry.

Don't call Lady Violet where your wife can hear you. Because it's very, very, very angry.

Because Violet has a hard time.

With crying eyes, sad faces, he was told over and over again. He told me to protect all this and never break it.

Even if I don't know what it means and I visit why, it only tells me because I'm angry. I can tell you that it's a rule you have to follow if you want to work here.

It was only a few months after Marin started working that she found out why.

× × × ×

The door to his wife's room was slightly open, usually securely closed.

I didn't mean to peek, I just thought I had to close it for you. When I approached him thinking so, I heard a voice from inside, so I was just followed and turned my gaze.

"Hi...... Huh!?

I manage to chew through the screams that almost leaked. Because I had covered my mouth with both hands, but if I didn't, I would have thrown up as well as screamed.

"Oh... it's really beautiful"

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"My hair, my eyes, same to the tip of my nails...... great, great......!

Reach out from the seated couch and stroke Violet's cheek around the back of her hand, standing in front of her over and over again.

Mother strokes the child. Words should make you smile, but the two sides you can see from Marin weren't such a noble act.

Violet's eyes without any emotions, on the back of her luminous mother's eyes. I thought she was as beautiful as an angel or a doll, but the intrigue is just a metaphor and Violet is a bloody human being. It was human, it was supposed to be.

The face you can see from Marin is like a bloodless doll. It was more creepy the temperature difference with my mother like it was fun and I couldn't wait to see it.

And most importantly, why Marin felt screaming and nausea.

(Dear Violet...?

Photo stand decorated on walls, shelves and desks. And the pictures of the peels scattered on the floor. The same person, shown in all of it.

Grey hair, cloudy eyes, red lips on white skin. Beautiful as an angel. I thought Marin was Violet. Hairstyles and expressions are very similar, so much so that it's harder to find a difference.

What I thought was hilarious was when I realized how old the picture was.

At first I just thought it was Violet's childhood, but the person in the growing picture was quickly over Violet's age and growing into an adult man if I noticed.

I've seen that face before. The groom was in the wedding photo, decorated on the doorstep of this house.

"Come on, call me. Call me...?

"Mother."

"No."

What is it, a voice that grips your heart? Denial is not easy, but clear rejection, rejection. The colour of hatred in the eyes that were melting thick should not be the emotion that should be directed at the child who called his mother his mother.

"You're not, are you? Hey...... Old"

"... Belle, Rose"

"Yes, that's fine. Again."

"Bellows"

"Yes, again...... Huh!

The sight, repeated over and over again, was like hell.

Why shouldn't you go into your wife's room, because it's her paradise there.

Why should we not talk about our Lord, because we will crush her dreams.

Why shouldn't you call Master Violet?

For her, because it's not Violet.

Because Violet is not a child to your wife, but her beloved husband Old.

"Huh...!!

My body fluttered into the unbearable nausea. The madness that can be shown shatters the ethics that were found in Marin.

I can't watch, I don't want to. I couldn't stand the current situation, which was so horrible, I whipped my powerless body and ran out.

"I love you, I love you... Old"

The last voice I heard behind my back is unforgettable after seven years.

My beloved confession was an indisputable curse.