I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

What happened to Yulan and Milania when they left for the library?

If Violet's exclusive and serene Yulan and Milania with a fraternal place fall out and all that remains is Claudia and I worry about dealing with Violet and Violet with low communication skills......

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Well, that's awkward. It doesn't mean what's wrong with either, but the air's not too heavy anyway.

(What were you talking about when Yulan and I...)

Originally, Violet was not the mouth-watering type, so both Yulan and I basically hammered each other and often got caught up on topics he would shake.

I've never felt bitter, although it's not often that I get silent. Though I was wondering if silence was the kind of thing I was fine with, apparently by them.

Though in the name of a break, you have to rest, the status quo is not very spiritual. I'm starting to feel more rested studying, my heart.

"... Speaking of"

"Oh, yes?

I didn't think I could talk to you, so I got stuck in words for a second. I want to think it's safe because I managed to snort.

My gaze remains on the teacup in my hand, I wonder if I'm putting my thoughts around it, because I feel as awkward as I do spinning words a little bit.

"We're officially incorporating Cardina's tea leaves."

"Have you finished your probation?

"Some people showed difficulty with the limited time period, but it tasted better than that."

The changes to the tea leaves previously proposed by Violet were split and lightly introduced. Try it first, of course. At the same time that those in power seek new things, there are places where they cannot accept new things. It's a hell of a contradiction, but because people notice it all at once when they grow up, the path to root out is still far away.

Schools are still a good place to deal with flexible young students, but some still hesitate. I was surprised to just have a trial period, but I didn't expect that to officially settle in.

"I haven't been there yet, but I heard there were more salon users"

"It's our duty to know what's good. It was easy to get through the application."

Apparently, it also turned out satisfactorily as a student council. There is no easy way to understand the joy, but Claudia's mouth angle is still rising, and I felt a soft atmosphere.

As for those of you who have increased your work by pinching extra mouths, the results associated with their labor are delightful. Because it's not strange to be stuck with the opinions of a cat's hand (tentative) Violet.

"Thanks to Violet, thanks"

"No, I have nothing..."

"But you knew me well. I looked it up when I started my trial, but there would be very little information out there on Cardina"

"Originally a low-profile country."

If you know the geography, you know the name, and some people know the location, like Claudia. Most just stop there.

There's no way there's something so distinctive about small countries. I know it's a big deal just to know the name, but that's why it seems strange that Violet has more knowledge than that.

"Because the chef of the house often behaved like a rare tea leaf or ingredient"

For a long time... that's what veterans who have worked at Vahan's house since before they were born are, of course, knowledgeable people with culinary skills. I'm keen on choosing ingredients, and I don't have any spare time to develop the original recipe. I used to be keen on food and education and I didn't like him trying to feed me a lot.

That turned into a dish that only thought about Violet when Violet started to be a 'boy'.

From the way he ate to his taste, he realized what he was supposed to do when Violet demanded the same thing as my father, moving his mouth desperately with tears and stuffing it in his stomach.

It is not the case that you are eating or educating. If you do poorly, Violet will hate the meal itself as it is. It's only a matter of time before your body starts rejecting you.

From there, he cooked every dish to find out Violet's taste. Hands on sweets and tea sometimes, from royal roads to delicacies. Because the feeling that it was already delicious was exhausting, I thought I would start with something that I was eating a little bit and not bitter.

Little by little, I changed the current state of Violet's food to the point where I could now think of a contribution that added not only preference but also nutritional balance. Many of the things I disliked because of the influence at the time, but if you think you dislike them, you can improve them.

It was in the middle of that that I found out about Cardina.

When I was trying to get anything if I heard it was delicious, I found out Cardina in a rumor of empty ears, and of course he immediately gave it to Violet.

"It was delicious, and he was the first to let me know that he could get it."

But that, too, would not be possible now that my father is back.

Until now, I had never been concerned about what I would spend when I offered the amount, but that was because my real mother was alive.

What would happen if my mother disappeared and my father made a move to prioritize Violet in the house where he lived with me... If they just demanded the same thing, it would still fall for Grace to move to Mary Jun after Violet was blamed for ten or eighty-nine years.

People who can be used for violets understand very well that that's all the damage they can do to violets if they shelter them. So I can't do anything, and Violet doesn't want it herself.

I know it's much easier and more peaceful to give up. That's why I regretted the suggestion I put out in my mouth that day.

"I can't believe there's going to be a day in school where you can drink..."

I didn't expect my words, my opinions, to reach someone's ear.

I can't get a small voice. Where I call, I end up offended. Though I was still desperate and shouting overflowing thoughts from all over my body. I didn't realize its pointless until I ended up guilty.

Now there are people who think and swallow into their words. Claudia, once a wound-wielder, listened to Violet.

"This is the one to thank. Thank you."

I can't say I'm sorry anymore. I've sinned enough to regret it, but I've missed the opportunity to apologize to Claudia for it forever.

Then at least I just want to thank you, without any hesitation. It's not a big deal to make amends, just because I should be able to honestly convey all the thoughts that I've distorted on the day I keep making mistakes.

"Well, then, let's talk about each other."

"Huh..."

"I'll accept your gratitude, too. So... you, too, take my thanks"

It's a dialogue that makes me want to say what a tyrant I am. In an attempt to escape the gaze of Violet, who was eating the surface, Claudia turned that way with a slender look.

The ears peeking through the gaps in the hair are beautifully red-colored.

No way, is it lit?

I wanted to doubt my own eyes, but the muddled sides are as colored as my ears, and my eyes look uncomfortable and swimming.

There are wrinkles between the eyebrows, but they just seem more obstinate than grumpy.

Too rare...... or only a few of them were surprised and frightened by that face I saw for the first time. If that went by, what a smiling, calm emotion filled my chest.

"... Huh"

"Huh...!?

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh..."

An emotion that I couldn't enjoy blew out, holding my mouth, but it was pointless. I've managed to chew it up and fasten it to Couscous, but if you look at Claudia's face that surprises you, he's totally found out. If you tremble until you apologize, it's not convincing.

"Don't laugh, stupid"

"Yes..."

"... tart"

To Violet, who was shaking her shoulders, it was Claudia who broke it. At first, the dangers fall out of my face, which I totally claimed was unpleasant, and a bitter laugh leaks that I have no choice but to say.

When Claudia put her mouth on the cup, she heard Katchan and the hardware coming off.

"It's just, ma... Miss Violet, what's going on?

"... Vio?

"... I don't know, leave me alone"

To Violet, who holds her mouth down with one hand and couscous laughs, and Claudia, who is frightened but entertaining, the returnees had no choice but to lean their necks in doubt.