I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Perfection, I think, is not out of people's imagination.

Beautiful, beautiful, cute, wonderful, ideal. A lot of praise builds up in me and buries me.

A real, own concept, crumbles.

When I realized it was painful, my feet were sinking in the falling starch and I couldn't move.

Rosette, I don't hate my name, which reminds me of roses.

However, it was very cramped to be told that he was like a flower.

(After all, not this time either...)

When I was in the middle of nowhere, even after I went up to the high places, I became discouraged with the anticipation of shards whenever I heard that a new issue had entered.

The school's library, which is sure to have a better number of books than anywhere else, is even secured with specialist books in all fields. So in a sense, there are also things that Rosette wants. In the sense of the same field, great specialties are available.

It's just a specialty book. How many people can enjoy it just because of their exploration of hobby preferences, with difficult research results and possibilities spelled out in fine letters? At least Rosette preferred pictures to texts, pictures to pictures.

Unfortunately, however, Rosette prefers only characters to pictures and photographs when it comes to the areas she loves.

"Dear Rosette, if you're looking for anything, I can help!

"If Rosette is going to read something, we'd like to read it too."

"I'd like to know what you recommend."

"Thank you, gentlemen... but I'm fine, I'm just here to check out a new issue"

I guess the people who are turning their sparkling gaze already imagine the recommendations of Rosette. If Rosette were to be in their brains, it would be a difficult mystery, even if she chose a sweet and extraordinary romantic novel or a beautiful set of pictures with a beautiful view.

"Yikes!

"Hey who!? What kept the window open!!

Screaming. My gaze turns. The corner between the voiced walls was quickly becoming unpopular. Books left open, notebooks, little creatures sitting right beside such things.

From the size of it, he's probably just a kid lizard.

Walking twisted with four legs feels no harm. Even if left alone, it must be a small being with no effect whatsoever.

"What shall we do…"

"I just called someone."

But in this school, there is absolutely no welcome.

If you find it, you won't be expelled or eliminated, but that's why it's not acceptable. They distance themselves with screams and wait for adults to call them to let them escape. Never favorable, more overwhelming are those who are not comfortable, disgusted.

In short, it is not a very likeable kind of being.

If that's the famous young lady, it's better.

"Dear Rosette, are you okay?

"... yeah, thanks"

A student with a dull expression of worry and anxiety spoke to the hardened rosette. I'm sure she's not very good at the type of reptile either. And naturally, Rosette thinks so. That's what I think, I'm worried.

I guess she's a sweet girl who takes people's feelings into account. Imagining and caring about people's feelings as well as yourself is a great advantage.

I'm sure if Rosette hadn't been the other person, there wouldn't have been any pain in that care.

…………

If I found out, what would I look like? I wonder what kind of eyes Rosette can turn to when she unleashes what she loves most of all.

Will the kindness of assuming that I feel the same be the same even after the cover of the premise?

Imagine the answer… I gently left the scene without speaking to anyone.

× × × ×

I think the beginning was my brother's influence.

The two brothers adored Rosette, their youngest sister. When I was young, I wanted to put them aside, and when I slept, when I ate rice, when I played, I acted with my brother holding my hands.

The playground was probably a library, not a garden, because my brother took care of my sister. My brother, who is a boy though a prince, has no reason to run around with ravens and horns and Rosette, a princess, muddy.

I also liked the stories I heard in my brother's voice, but it was too soon for a younger child to get tired of reading them. To attract Rosette's interest, who was not originally of great quality, my brother made me read and listen to all genres with the momentum to flip the library. Beginning with adorable picture books, it extends to sweet and sour romance novels, friendships and fantasies, and even poetry.

When did my brother reach for the drawings he personally had?

And Rosette became obsessed with its contents.

In a large photo, a description of the location. Sometimes there were grotesque looking objects, but they were adorable or so beautiful that they caught my eye. After you can read the letters yourself, take an interest in the ecology as well.

The three of us were face-to-face every day and obsessed with a book of drawings...... maybe my brother, though he was just hanging out with my sister. Still, once, I've never been told it was ridiculous.

I have never been blamed, despised, or discouraged.

I just realized that the princess who loves reptiles doesn't like what she likes.