I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Your actions will strangle you around.

I think you're right. You can't let people take responsibility for what you do, and who thinks it is something that others can manipulate. A rule of thumb is a fusion of self and others.

Then Violet's own actions can also be considered the cause of all this. I am not going to complain because I am aware of it, nor do I think I have the right to do so.

It's just another matter, if you ask me if I can spread the word and welcome you.

"I'm sorry, Miss Violet"

"No, because I have no problem"

"Thanks"

It is Milania who smiles and shows refreshingly, and Claudia, sitting next to it and in the front of Violet, is out of sight with her arms in what a subtle expression she can't even take as dissatisfaction.

Milan is aware of the incident, but doesn't blame it. Violet also knows that her heart is overflowing with dissatisfaction. Milania won't put it on the table because of his female-friendly personality, albeit bad.

Neither of us would have bothered to have lunch at the same table as ourselves.

That's why we're meeting so close. It is an unfortunate coincidence and arguably because of the actions Violet has taken in the past.

First of all, there were many people at the peak of the lunch break when the two of them came to the dining room. The dining room here is large enough not to feel cramped or dusty, but there are not many special seats.

Only today, the gathering of people was sparse. There were a large number of small groups that took a little distance. Because of this, the characteristic appeared in the way vacant seats were made. Every vacant seat was crowded around and didn't seem to fit the two of us who wanted a quiet place.

And finally, it was less popular around Violet. So much so that whoever sees it is avoided, as if there were only holes there. I was aware of it myself, and I didn't care if it was because I had a lot of feelings about why I let it happen.

I never thought I'd get a voice from Milania. I thought he would choose another place for sure, even if he wasn't as outspoken as Claudia.

He asked me if I could use my seat, and I made a cheap contract because I had no reason to say no... I didn't know I was going to be in the front line.

I was myself using a large seat that should have been used by ten people on my own, but I was wondering if I would go towards the edge at the same table. No, I'm a prince, so maybe I should have stopped by the edge or given up my seat altogether... but if I did that now, this one would have been accepted as avoided and I can't move.

"Aren't you with Yulan today?

"We haven't been together that long since we got up to the high ground. Though he cares."

There are still many of them who are familiar with boys and girls, but I think they were a lot less than the middle parts they were with every day.

I'm glad you care and admire me, but I'm glad Yulan wasn't here all this time. No, if Yulan was here, they might not have been here.

Violet and Milania know best that Yulan and Claudia are not very compatible. Because I don't imitate young people like I can see and make mistakes, but to the extent that I can't cover everything up and laugh frankly, I'm a child.

"... both of you, it's gonna get cold, right?

"Oh, right. Claudia, be positive."

I wonder if the dishes that are not hot enough to stand but are in front of both of us are freshly made and will affect the taste somewhat at at the temperature when put in the mouth.

I'm somewhat concerned about being seated with others, and if that's familiar, then it's not necessary for Violet to be so concerned.

Instead, I don't want to give them any misunderstandings that haven't been spoken poorly, nor to outsiders who are turning their consciousness to this one. Almost everyone in this room now has a common perception that Violet thinks of Claudia. Only Violet herself knows that thought is lost.

I don't know if Claudia feels any different than before, but I don't think her feelings for herself are beautifully refreshed from someone who was annoyed in the same row as the stalker. You should think you are in love with me to be vigilant, not to mean overconfident.

Finally, Violet's gaze... to the dish to be exact, but to Claudia, who is pointing at me, now leans down so that Violet doesn't look at me.

That's just to have lunch myself, but for some reason Claudia felt like she had a crush around her heart on the slightest behavior.

What came back to my brain was... I saw it that day, Violet's smile. A serene, soft look directed at Yulan.

Though not that much has changed...... yes, Claudia remembers very well that the usual hard look was indeed broken, although it was only a slight difference in the degree to which the mouth angle rose more than it is now.

Beautiful, dark red peeking through glossy shades and shaped lips.

"... you know,... something?

"Oh... oh, no"

He was staring unconsciously at me. Violet noticed her gaze as she raised her face, her eyes caught each other, there shouldn't be a lower heart or anything, but the words didn't last and her eyes strayed everywhere.

I exhaled like Milania was stunned next to Claudia, but I can't explain what I just thought. That's the same thing with Violet.

The thought that had managed to make me wander around to delude myself caught my eye on the little plate in front of Violet.

"I thought it was a lot smaller."

"Huh...?

As Claudia and Milania are the average meals with side dishes and main dishes on the tray, Violet is a one-plate… is that also a different expression when you look at just the sandwiches on it?

Though there is a difference between men and women, I think it is less of a healthy teenager.

"I'm a girl, so it's no wonder you're having a snack."

"That's... I know. I'm sorry for your mouth."

I have a sense that it was a forceful excuse, albeit a misery. The same goes for snacks, but the popular diet amongst some girls… Regardless of whether Violet needed it or not, there was certainly a possibility that she was mindful of her shape and suppressing her food.

Either way, I reflect that Claudia and the others of the opposite sex shouldn't have pinched their mouths.

"No... it's not that it's a special snack, but this is just the right amount of dessert to get."

Violet also has a sense that she's eating less right now. Rather, it's a choice based on understanding.

My stomach isn't small enough to be full with just a sandwich. It is also true that the food is thin to the extent that it is too much for one person to just eat a delicious after-dinner dessert. Sometimes I prefer the sweet to the meal, so I settled into the current state. Yulan doesn't look very good, but I've never gotten a novel because it's lunch at school that I can manipulate my own meal like this.

"Miss Violet, I liked sweets."

"Yeah, well... they often say it doesn't look good on me."

I laughed and showed Milania with an unexpected look that it was something she was used to. Not Claudia's smile at Yulan, of course, but the one she understood was best suited to this situation.

So we cut to the chase, and Violet goes ahead with the meal.

White fingertips grab the baked bread and the sticking lettuce and melted cheese disappear into its mouth. On the small bite marks, my jaw swallowed slightly as I chewed and swallowed much longer than Claudia's bite. The moment I bit again, I caught a glimpse of the white teeth and the tinted tongue I saw from the gaps in my bright lips.

Claudia's brain makes me imagine it on my own.

"... nothing that doesn't suit you"

"What... Huh?

"I think it suits you. Sweet cake, chocolate... anything else, I'm sure."

Because of the sudden conversation, she swallowed it on the way to chew it or her throat seemed tight. Once I saw the strength in my body, I felt sorry for the later festival.

Milania, sitting next to her, is also stopped eating in surprise to Claudia's remarks.

"Your eating looks so... beautiful, so"

I imagined. The sweetness that its hands cut apart, its fingertips picked, sucked into its little mouth and felt on its tongue tip. Overflowing emotions, bloated expressions.

I'm sure you look great.

…………

"Huh...!!

Claudia realized that her statement was a problem because Violet had a rare and vegan look. Because I didn't have time to fix it and it was decent. This is what pigeons eat bean cannons for.

Open your big eyes even wider, with a more correct look like you don't understand than you are surprised. I haven't dew my offense yet, but that just hasn't swallowed up the meaning of the word yet.

You can't complain if it makes you uncomfortable watching a woman eat. Even if it's a compliment, it greatly affects our relationship.

Between Claudia and Violet, there is nothing good.

The prince who was once pressed for annoying romance and the young lady who was pressing. Then Claudia's words will be accepted in a good direction, but the problem here is if they are perceived as fabricating more emotions than words. For example... Claudia is perceived as favoring Violet?

The possibility was dismissed as soon as it floated. Although Claudia herself is not yet completely trusted, I already know that there has been some change in Violet.

So what about the other possibility?

If Violet sees what he said earlier as a creepy thing. Prince, you will not represent it in sight by your opponent, but it is wounded, regardless of your opponent, that you will be disgusted by the fact that you have sincerely thought of it.

I can't even withdraw now, but I can't even come up with a good excuse. Claudia cursed herself for doing something unfamiliar, feeling a wrinkle leaning between her brows. Even though it is Milania's exclusive patent to praise women, poor imitation will strangle them.

I thought I'd have to apologize for no more reason. Only, not until a second ago.

"What is it..."

Not for a reason, Violet is holding back her license and... laughing, laughing. The eyebrows are lowered, and although much more perplexing than joy, they are nonetheless a form of laughter.

Unforgettable after days, far from the defenseless smile Claudia saw. Naturally, the emotions that are caged and the relationships that we have with each other are different.

Still, the fact that he was laughing echoed behind Claudia's eyes. And they gripped my heart.

The manifestation of Violet's heart with emotions, neither a smile made nor a tenacious expression.

"But thank you. I'm glad you said that."

Just a little more color on the cheeks, on the lay eyes, on the loose eyes for a moment only.

I pushed desperately into something to spit it out. No more, a voice without sound claims.

One shadow hung on Violet and the others' table before the sticky throat made a noise.

"Vio, are you here?