I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

To that question, Violet would not be the only one who felt the air freeze for a moment. The two of us suddenly waved at each other, and Violet herself, surprised, and most importantly, Yulan's haunting air turns from pink to dim cloudy weather.

It's a topic that anyone should have seen and not touched, but the question of gear was natural.

Faces gathered at the same table now do not seem to interact with each other even if they are unilaterally known. Too few matches your position, gender, and age.

"Do you know..."

You're right when it comes to people you know, but from Claudia and the others, Violet is the one who's classified as someone you don't want to interact with.

And that Violet herself knows very well. It's easy to snort considering only the facts, but honestly, I want to smack you with being someone else in the red.

A party opened its mouth faster than Yulan, who tried to get a help ship out to Violet, whose gaze wandered with difficulty in responding.

"I used to be familiar with it. Most of the students in this school have been face-to-face in society for a long time."

Without turning this way, my gaze and purpose are focused on the meal, but the words weren't as risky as Violet thought.

He was a violet who got a little carried away by an unexpected reaction, but Gear seems to have convinced himself of that. Without digging any further, I left only a thin reaction to hear "heh" and swell my cheeks like a squirrel.

"I'm more surprised that you two knew each other than that."

"My first meeting with Mr. Vio was during this time. Yulan and I are from the middle."

"... Speaking of which, were you over here from the middle?"

The same goes for my attitude towards myself, but is Gear's cheap response its personality or the difference in the environment in which I grew up? Violet didn't care about Yulan's friend, but what about the prince?

Even if I don't have to be scolded, I don't know if I'll do enough to blame you, Violet's worries or I end up just worried. He wasn't the only one who was surprised by Claudia, who reluctantly tolerated it, but fully embraced it.

"Claudia, do you know him?

"Several times in a diplomatic seat, he's the prince of Sheena"

Sheena is the country of origin of Gear. He is the heir to the third throne there...... in other words he is a prince.

A variety of islands, large and small, and an island nation surrounded by the sea, but inhabited only by the most vast of them. For this reason, there are many untouched nature and a rare treasure trove of flora and fauna. That national color is a sumptuous word, and you think it started out as a small hunting people?

They are brown for both men and women and have a lot of silver hair, blue eyes and green eyes. It fits perfectly with the look of Gear, and I'm in this school, so I'm supposed to be in the right capacity... but I wasn't in any choice at all that I was a prince.

To Violet and Milania, who lurked their eyebrows in confusion, Yulan can understand how that feels in his hands. Because that must have been something I tasted in the middle ages.

"That's the last time you let me see you face to face when you decided to study abroad. I didn't know... Yulan and I had an interaction."

The gaze is directed naturally towards Yulan.

The way you can quietly eat next to the gear was usually supposed to make you smile like this one wants to get out of your sight. Because I thought if Violet was on his side, this man would never be in a bad mood.

That perception of the gear is correct and incorrect. If Violet is on his side, Yulan is happy, even if it is an abyss of death. There is no shaking of its foundations.

As things stand, Yulan is very happy. I'm just uncomfortable at the same time somewhere completely different from that.

There are still flowers on everything going to Violet, but it is obvious that they also release some negative emotions to see Claudia's expression.

What a clever artist, Gear was not interested.

"Gear, it's good to talk, but if we don't eat, we're really not gonna make it."

"Phew. Heh."

"Swallow, then talk."

It's not a question of keeping your mouth shut. When I see my cheeks are pampered, I seem to be willing to hurry at once, and I am the one in trouble if I cheek to the limit of my skin, but I can't give up my capacity.

"... Vio, too, if we're not eating anymore, we need to ask for it soon"

"Huh...?

"I think fruit tarts are a great idea today."

"How do you know..."

"Hmm? Because I asked the servant earlier. He bought a lot of fresh fruit."

"Not that way..."

How do you know you ask for dessert... the question that passed my head quickly dissolved away. Like I said to Claudia and the others, I didn't hide anything in particular. Lunch conditions have remained the same almost every day, even in front of Yulan. If so, it would be easy to predict.

I felt like they knew everything somehow, and turned that way like a plump, but I don't think it made much sense because in the end what I asked for was a glossy, shiny fruit tart. Evidence suggests that Yulan laughed contentedly when he heard the order.

"That kind of yulan won't make it if you don't eat it soon."

"It's not that much, and it's not too late to eat, so it's okay."

"Compared to gear, right? Generally speaking, you'll eat enough."

"I don't care if people tell me not to eat more than people..."

"Shut up."