I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

I said right now, there's no word to come home.

There are times when Marin will pick you up, but basically there's a lot to do after you return to your room. And to this day, I came home late without notice.

The large mansion is still quiet. It's supposed to be a family of four, but it's no different than when I was alone. The voice, the presence, I can't even feel my breath.

That was the distance between Violet and her family.

"Dear Violet, welcome home. I'm sorry I couldn't welcome you."

"It's okay. I didn't say it was going to be late."

"He was going somewhere?

"... he asked me to help him with the student council, just a little bit"

"Huh..."

It is unusual for Marin's eyes to look round with a sense of sharpness. Was it so unexpected, surely it is.

Violet's romantic history has never been the same for a long-time marine. I guess I had predictions, even if I hadn't seen it with those eyes, about what happened to my first love that made me obstinate. There has been a lot of overflow when there has been no progress, naturally.

But as for this one, it has nothing to do with romance, progress or anything. Violet's escape from reality coincided with the student council's busy season.

"It looks like we're seriously understaffed this year. I didn't have anything to do with it."

"Really... if you're tired, I'll carry your dinner here"

"It's not a big deal when it comes to helping, so it's okay."

I'll give you the clothes I took off and receive the dresses Marin prepared for me in turn. A white shirt, a bright blue long-tailed flared skirt, and finally a collar. Get Marine to fix the collar and you're done.

It's not easy to wear a room, but it's not something I know what they would say if I attended the dinner table in a uniform.

It's not like I'm going out anyway, if it's a connection to nightwear, I'd be happy with it if it wasn't even damaged. My father, myself.

I'll see you at dinner.

"Yeah, thanks"

"For a little while, please rest"

I thanked him and dropped Marin off leaving the room. Sitting alone on the couch, defeat Patari and his torso as he is.

Marin said get some rest, but of course it wouldn't mean sleep, it would mean rest. Just attending dinner, but I know exactly how hard it will give Violet.

If it gets too rounded, it will wrinkle my clothes, so I took over the sofa for two just to rest my body for a little while.

Because I used my head more than usual, my body seems to want to rest my brain even if I'm not feeling tired. It's not a big deal, but they still consume something worthy to concentrate on.

When I noticed, my eyelids dropped, and the consciousness that was shaking was falling into Ston and the world of dreams.

I don't know how long I slept.

The first consciousness awakened to a shaky sensation was Marin's face, an expression of unspeakable emotion that lowered her eyebrows like trouble and lurked her eyebrows in disgust. Though I woke my body up to jump unintentionally into the reality that the fact that I have Marin shows.

Easily refine your appetite and head off on a quick leg. I don't even know why I need to be in such a hurry.

I just saw the look on my father's face when the dining room door opened and I knew exactly what I was doing strangled me.

"It's late, what were you doing"

"... sorry"

"Get in your seat quickly. They said they were hungry, but they waited on purpose."

"Sorry, no"

I bow my head deep once and quickly get to my seat. Violet's stepmother was slowly stroking her hand and laughing in front of Violet as she mocked her seemingly grumpy father. Next to that, Mary Jun said, "Father, you don't say that!" He was swelling his cheeks. Either you're angry or you're not, it's not powerful either way. Pussy is the limit if you want to make sound effects.

Watching my mother smile at the father and daughter I started talking to. My father's grump just now can take my daughter's words like a lie, a finished sight.

I have no desire to be a part of it now because it's every day, but I suffer from understanding why I bother to wait for myself when I can play a regiment that eliminates Violet that far.

I hope he was hungry, but he doesn't even look like he's getting his hands on a meal just to talk.

It's not a hot dish, but it won't have to get cold on purpose. I finished my meal greeting with a voice no one could hear, and took the knife and fork in my hand.

If you are eating, concentrate on it. Move your hands, open your mouth, hit your tongue drum, then chew and swallow, that repetition. I don't want to take a seat if I finish my meal too soon, I don't want to call you when I do, exactly, so just be careful with that.

I noticed that all three of them started eating at the edge of their sight, but the only thing my father would be interested in anyway is Mary Jun eating every bite happily.

(I was over-conscious)

A mockery leaks to the self-loving self as he quietly eats on. Of course I pretended to chew it so that it wouldn't be noticed around me, but that wouldn't even make sense.

In this space, we don't need Violet. At least for my parents, I guess I'm only worth about the same as an ornamental plant. Maybe they don't even exist in them.

Who cares about who you are that can only be a talking figurine? Who will notice because of the late return? If only I told him I wouldn't be out for dinner. I'm sure my father doesn't realize whether Violet's gone at night or not, he's not coming home.

There is revulsion in the sweetness of recognition. Is it possible that I still expect my father to care about me somewhere in my heart? Assuming that's the case, that's just an unfulfilled dream.

Thousands of chopped threads can be re-tied.

There is no connection between me and my family from the beginning.

Deeper separations than Nara will never be filled again.

Packle and carry a soft fish body into your mouth.

The dinner, which was supposed to be delicious to grasp Violet's taste, didn't taste any more.

× × × ×

"It was delicious today..."

Mary Jun, who finished her last bite, loosens her cheeks happily. My parents, who enjoyed the tea after the meal, nodded satisfactorily and the chef would be sent a compliment later.

Several members have been replaced, but the chef has been an old stock since his real mother was alive. If someone you know can be praised, that would be a good thing. I've been around because of what I've known for a long time, but I might as well go and tell him I appreciate it again.

Unsurprisingly, dissolution is quick if everyone finishes their meals. It's not strange that they would be held in captivity for calling it tea time, but basically busy fathers often have a schedule filled for breakfast dinner surprises. Then I don't have to wait for myself to start eating, and I want you to dissolve it on your own.

It's just useless to think to yourself that you don't have the right to speak out. If I think it will go with me until after dinner, I will tell you that it is better now.

I did not speak to anyone and kept my hands up lightly to a few servants who were lining up behind me, but my gratitude would be conveyed. They know exactly where Violet stands, equal to the length of the relationship.

I leave the dining room feeling Marin follow me. I can't speak to anyone, I can't speak to them. It's as if there hasn't been anyone since the beginning.

I realized that I had a lot of presence, but at home, it became as light as air. Should I see this as recovering as much as I can think of, even though it would be easier if I could use it outside, or am I just reopening it?

"Shall I take a bubble bath today?"

"Heh...? What's the matter, suddenly?"

"It's a corner, so I'll flush your back. I wash my hair, too."

"Oh, my God, it's the end of the line."

"Yes, it's a full course of labor"

It is common among aristocrats to let a maid help you bathe. It's not so unusual to be a young child or hired exclusively for the sake of beauty.

However, in the case of Violet, bathing has long been alone. I don't know when I was young enough not to remember, but when I got my mind on it, I was soaked in a bathtub that was wide by myself. My mother, who always wanted to wake Violet up beside me, would never come close only when she took a bath and changed clothes.

Though that's normal and hasn't changed there since Marin arrived.

When tired Violet even seemed like a billionaire bath, when she felt depressed and wanted to sink into the tub, when everything called motivation was cut to pieces. Marin calls me a service. He washes my hair, he flushes my back. I've played in the bathroom with my mother since she stopped coming out of the cage, but I can't do that anymore.

When you are touched by a person's palm, it is an unexpected relief. For Violet, whose chances are extremely low, Marin twisted it out.

"Heh heh... well, maybe I should ask you"

"I'll take care of it. I've been skipping hair care lately, and I know how I feel about it."

I felt my shoulder strength slowly slip out, and I'm sure it would taste delicious and unpleasant now.

Large also because he escaped the fence of the regiment, but without Marin's care, he would have fallen into the crucible of thought by now.

Violet's heart was filled in a space that was warmer than her family, even filled with laughter. Open your soft mind that there should be nothing to disturb you.

"Sister!

I can see the voices I heard from behind, my defenseless mind making a noise. I made a small noise with the patter and the approaching footsteps were nasty on my ear.

"Mary, what's wrong?

By the time you turn around slowly, the soft smile you just had will pull you into the back of the surface. I can't even ask if I'm in a good mood.

Still, Mary Jun smiles, is the slightly pink stained cheek lit or what? I guess people want to give shelter to these creatures. Adorable, I honestly think even Violet.

"Um, do you have time now?

"... yeah, I'm fine though"

For a little while, slight resistance. No, I suppress my heart with reason and thought that I want to turn down a conversation. What sermon will you get this time, if you find out that you have offended Mary Jun here? With an ex-con, you'd be able to crack a solitary argument as if you'd even taken a ghost's neck.

That's no trouble.

So, although it's not hard to imagine words ahead, I took them without putting up a line of prevention.

"Well, um... can I talk to you now, if you don't mind? In my room, definitely!

See, I knew it, just like I imagined.