I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

With one more person in test studies, it doesn't change what you do. Without particularly making progress or vice versa. Apparently, as Claudia said, Mary Jun was just enough to teach the basics. I kept quiet on my own with very few questions asked.

Put that Mary Jun down, Claudia had been attached to Violet for some reason.

Though he said it was a promise to Yulan. Understanding that, does it make you feel restless somewhere, because it's so different from Claudia in Violet's memory?

I know the end of an unparalleled love. At the end of what you deserve, there's no love, no untrained. Still, I can't even vomit lies to myself scratched by the look of contempt directed at me.

Back then, there was no Claudia then. Violet already knows that her memories are useless in a rewinding world. Even if you make predictions and avoid them, they beat you up from somewhere else.

So even though I know what Claudia knows and what Claudia needs to think about right now.

The only thing I won't forget is the scornful eyes directed at me.

(Somewhere in my heart...... because I expect it?

My heart for him, my memories, if they all forget and give up, I'm sure they'll switch easily. You can't expect it to get scratched.

That you can't do that. What do you still care about your eyes from Claudia?

Is it because there is a lowliness in trying to be miserable in the hope that should have been crushed?

At least it is possible to the extent that it cannot be immediately denied without such occurrences.

(That's troubling... even though it's just gonna be the last two dances)

The worst assumption passed my head and I accidentally put my hand on my forehead and dropped.

Assuming that happens, the corner redo ends up rebroadcasting. A year for what, a memory for what. Such a desperate ending is twelve minutes at a time.

Shaking my head a few times brought some nausea to my shaken brain, like shaking off expectations and hopes. It would be cheap if consciousness could be reformed to the extent of an obstacle to triple regulation.

It just seemed a little easier to get attention in places. Naturally, in the corridor of rest time, some oddity usually passes.

"Um... are you feeling bad too?

"Huh...?

"He seemed to be fluttering."

The slippery gaze is stitched into the purple darkness.

Her hair is thick and her eyes are thin. Girl scattered in various colors with purple that gives a noble impression. Someone called the person, the Virgin, clear, poor, holy, and fit for every sobriety.

If you look up close, you can snort that rating too. This is exactly what's going to happen if you anthropomorphize Casablanca, a white and beautiful being.

Princess Rosette Megan. As well as Gear, she is an international student and a princess from a neighboring country.

He lowered his eyebrows worryingly, there was something coming to his heart. When a beautiful person breaks his heart and distorts his expression, he has more to complain about than he needs to. If that's a cloudless and pure person, it's a miserable one.

"If it seems hard to walk, I'll call someone."

"Ah... no, I'm fine. I was just thinking."

"Really... sorry I took care of you"

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Never mind."

Leave me a smile and a scent of flowers. Beautiful to the back of walking away.

Violet is the same place to gather people's gaze just by walking, but it would be her virtue not to have a little cloudiness in that gaze.

The attention paid to Violet can be mixed with a variety of things to take care of. It's my lower heart to the luscious Violet, it's the ordinance to the family, and now it's my stepmother and half-sister, and I want to simmer my negative gaze.

(I envy you... don't you? It's the same if it gets noticed)

While admiration and respect for Rosette are somewhat better, anything that comes to the fore as Violet is the same thing. I am aware that although it is desirable to have a transparent person who cannot be captured by anyone's sight if I can, it is a hopeless wish for boulders.

(Rather better now for not being able to talk to you)

Rosette is easy for people to gather around for what they admire. Conversely, I am often distracted by rumors and faces that have a difficult atmosphere to talk to.

If attention is to be drawn anyway, the impression is somewhat worse but still more advantageous as it is now.

"Clean and right,"

The emotions that people put on Rosette are things that they can never bear.

Needless to say last time, even now that I've decided to start over, it's far from clean and white.

I've decided not to expect it, and I've given up on people at home, but I haven't forgiven them. I can't honestly love my half-sister, and my father couldn't laugh with everything in the water. I just found out there was no point in resentment or hatred, and I didn't lose resentment or hatred. If you don't sink your fangs, you'll want to throw a plate at my father.

In the end, nothing changes Violet's temperament. I did it again, but it didn't change.

(... enough to try to use God)

I want to enter a monastery, not because I want to be able to entrust it to God with faith.

I want to run away from my parents, my family, my house. That's the heart of it. As long as I'm in that house, I have confidence that I can stand any life, and the reason for that is something that can enrage devout believers.

I think God saved me. Now, even if it's a chance that God gave me, I think, I'm gonna.

But I never pray for salvation. Where I wished for a shooting star, I seriously can't believe it would come true.

After all, say it's because of God.

Maybe I don't believe in God.