I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Home is more concerned than anywhere else in this world, but still the only room Violet can exhale is her own. Although it is a brittle place to the point of collapsing in case anyone of my relatives comes to visit me.

"Do you study?

"Yeah, a little review."

Free time after as long as dinner is over. I can't say it's a substitute for no family reunion, but it was gratifying for Violet. It's only recently that I realized that it would be easier if you didn't have the love of shards.

If you become accustomed to being compared to and despised by Mary Jun, you can make the most of this time without worrying or grieving.

"Speaking of which, you seem to have returned late today..."

"It's a test period. Because the school can concentrate more than the house."

Some libraries boast a number of books that small bookstores are likely to open in their homes, which are too large against the number of people living. It's the only place I can bring it to for test study... but my father's frequent use was the single biggest difficulty.

What unreasonable and arrogant complaint would you make if it were a bowl match? I can easily imagine it, even though it's easy to think about it.

"There's Yulan, and I think it'll be about today for a while"

"I'm in awe. Tomorrow we will prepare a night meal to be picked during the review."

"Oh, thank you. I'm gonna get fat, so I'm gonna need a little help, okay?

"Tell that to the chef, not me"

Servants of the Vahan family...... all the people who can be sent since my ex-wife has a verse that always looks at the opportunity to spoil Violet.

There's no way to undermine the mood of your employer, and if they know you're badly flattering Violet, not Mary Jun, it's Violet who eats that servitude, though it's never stood out.

The menu of meals, the only visible meal, is deluded by the fact that others look more luxurious or have more quantities.

If I make a treat for Violet, Mary Jun will do a little more. Once we've washed Violet's dress, Mary Jean needs more pieces. If I only prepared a gift for Violet, lay it in disguise so that no one would ever find out.

Careful enough to seem overdone, polite enough to seem futile. In case of exposure, Violet will be punished, not herself.

In those carefree days, the gift of sweets entrusted to test studies is a good excuse for good health. If you also make Mary Jun's share, that alone will be deluded.

Assuming Violet likes them, they'll never notice. Because that father doesn't remember a single thing that Violet likes.

"I'm glad everyone feels... but you can't eat as much as you do?

"That will please you, I'm sure"

"Am I distressed?

"It's a great pleasure for us to see Violet move our minds like that."

"Already..."

I take a frightened body, but I realize that not only Violet herself but Marin, as well as the servants who are not here, are happy inside. The fact that the distorted Violet is not honest has been seen in the process of becoming so.

Unless you seriously dislike it and you get eclampsia, you don't have to worry that the kindness hasn't been conveyed.

"… Now we have hot milk for you"

"Huh?"

"The pen has stopped at the same place since earlier, and I know he was rubbing his eyes. I was wondering if you should take the day off already."

"... I was watching"

"You must be tired. This time it looks more tense than usual and... not good for your body if you pack too many roots"

"Well... maybe I'm in a bit of a hurry"

Violet remembers the harm caused by Mary Jun's arrival, so it's a leap forward, but for Marin, it must have felt uncomfortable studying the test very differently from last year.

I had a lot of difficulty when I was being asked for the same academic degree as my father, but by the time I got up to the high office, my fake life was already over.

And one more thing. What makes you study with fever like this?

"Corner, because various people are helping me. I want to do what I can."

I used to run and smash balls by myself without even borrowing Yulan's hand, but this time I'm so blessed that I can't compare back then.

Although some yamas have identified from past questions rather than dark clouds, and that alone can expect much better results than before.

That's why I want to reward this favor, because I'm afraid it'll crush me.

Of course I appreciate them for their cooperation, but I'm sure they're not the best.

The scariest thing is when you're sweet about this status quo and you scratch Walrus. It's a fear that they won't take away all of this tenderness.

Distrust of yourself that you may fall again.

"... I assure you that Lady Violet is working hard. You work too hard."

Good luck with wanting to be what my mother wanted, good luck with expecting my father to be a good boy, good luck with wanting to be elected prince.

Good luck, good luck, good luck... it just got distorted trying.

And last time, I tried my best to end it with distortion.

To Marin, it looked like Violet now was her before she cut the distortion. I never thought I'd come back with a failure, but still, Marin's beloved Violet is still alive.

If we don't make it now... instinct sounds like an alarm.

"It's my job to give you a break from working too hard. Sometimes you pull, but I'll stop and show you."

"... thanks"

"You're welcome. So before I go out to exercise my strengths, it would be helpful if you could rest?

"Hehe, I get it. That's enough for today.

Su "

Then get dressed.

"You'll be fine by yourself. More than that... Hot milk, plenty of honey, please"

"… Yes, please wait a moment"

Let Marin down and head to the bedroom. After I changed into bedtime clothes, I unwrapped the hair that I had properly wrapped up. You'll have some weird marks on you, but you can have Marin fix that later.

"Huh..."

As I lowered my back to the soft futon, I could see my brain sleeping slightly. You won't mind because there is no one now, although the aberration has appeared.

The soil, which was in a hurry to dry, suddenly felt filled. Fluffy floating. That looks a lot like drowsiness.

"... good luck, I did"

I knew that, I should have. I was aware that I was working hard. There must have been something you claimed to be working on.

Marin told me that for the first time, I was trying. Really, I thought I knew you were working hard.

"Oh well... I'm trying, me"

It was very frustrating to see why. My back sinks into bed when I lose strength from all over my body and let myself go.

I'm going to cry.

Though it may be absurd, it may be daunting, but the relief that spread to my heart was so great.

"Good... good, good... eh"

Because no one could praise me. Because I couldn't get anyone to affirm me. Because my parents only denied it.

I thought you weren't trying. Shouting that I'm working hard, wondering if it's not enough somewhere in my heart. I thought you said you were working hard on what you were doing.

Maybe he was scared. But I don't want to admit it, so I yelled at him for trying, trying to force him to affirm it.

I wanted someone to praise me.

Good luck, you're great, for once, I wanted you to say it.

You can rest now. That's all Violet could have stayed.

"Good luck... good luck to me."

Whether it's tears, drowsiness, or a sumptuous head, I don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. I've just been whining about the same thing, like a broken radio.

I fell asleep at some point... I noticed that I was tired and fell asleep when Marin came to greet me in the morning.