I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

When you realize you can't sleep, you won't be able to sleep extra. The more in a hurry you get pushed, and if you get to the morning without knowing if you're just closing your eyelids or sleeping, you won't get any rest just because you're tired.

If such a day continues, the body can go beyond its limits and sleep like it will pass out, but can it be called sleep when it has been fulfilled?

…………

Unspoken pressure clumps all over the body, completely different from weight and gravity, to the feeling that the organ is stuck with stones.

If this wasn't the classroom, I would have spit out even a severe sigh with my head.

Happiness or unhappiness, thanks to the environment in which it cannot be done, only the outer surface appears to sit with an eye containing worries. It's Violet's appearance that makes her feel glossy just to look at the void while she lays low, but is it a gain or a loss to attract extra attention because of it? From the person I don't want to stand out to, I wouldn't have any other thoughts but annoying. On a day like today, especially.

Ever since yesterday, when I returned to avoid Yulan, I haven't been able to recover one thing in the end.

That house is no different to Violet's poison swamp, so naturally. Still, it's supposed to be old resistance, but even on a day when you can't sleep, you've been over it many times.

Once you come up with your conscious emotions and your relationship with Yulan, your brain takes the liberty of deriving all the possibilities as if your brakes were broken. If I could have slept, I would have had a terrible nightmare.

As a result, I couldn't sleep or faint.

Dinner and breakfast were all done because Marin had asked me to reduce the amount. If she hadn't noticed, she would have suffered from being forced to pack ingredients.

I think it would be appreciated. At the same time, it is distressing to be worried.

How much Violet Marin thinks and labors for me. I know, but it's hard not to clear up that worry for you.

(Usually, though it's easier)

Usually, they gave it up easier.

Usually, I could have given you an answer sooner.

From the fewer options, you can choose the one with the least scratches. Or are you just doing what you're told? Whether you're worried or thinking about it, there's nothing you can do about it, so kill your mind and just move for rationality.

Even this time, you just have to do the same. I don't even have to think about it, this emotion that can only harm Yulan, if you throw it away. Because Violet knows exactly how to throw it away and kill it.

I don't think it's already painful or painful. It's just a task, a process, and you just have to give up on your cells dying step by step.

The best thing is, the only answer is out there.

How can you not move that to execution?

(I didn't think there was any greed left)

In that memory of sin, I thought I'd run out of everything already.

Even then, the emotions that were repressed and the desires that were holding them down erupted all at once, which turned out to be a tragic thing in the end, but nothing changed the roots.

I cling to hope. To the slightest light, I dreamed of the sun. I'm sure one day the prince will come to help, to help, to come.

I was mistaken for a tragic heroine.

All the hearts and minds that kept killing were sacrifices to happy endings.

I can be happy, I can be happy and show you. Heroin has to be happy. If that's what you did, you're forgiven. Because that's why Violet kept dying.

Now I realize the thought that keeps getting more and more funny. Bad End was right about the end of a silly heroine whose admiration just threaded and dreams overtook reality and believed the ideal would come true.

The starch is out, my heart is crushed, and Violet's contents are empty already. Instead of having no dreams or hopes, even despair can be swallowed. No more vision, no more envy.

Because they abandoned such greed, I could feel at ease that I had to make no mistake this time.

"─ Sama..., Lady Violet"

"Huh,!? Ah... I'm sorry, what is it?"

The thought that kept falling seemed to have even made me forget where I was now. He said he didn't know what kind of rumors would happen if he imitated depression in public.

The person I came to talk to was a girl who looked somewhat familiar somehow. Less than acquainted classmates, to such an extent that they can understand their faces but cannot remember them until their names.

In other words, it's not as easy as talking to the public.

"Sorry to hear from you all of a sudden. Violet needs a customer."

"To me...?

I don't know who it is, I just imagined what it would be. My hips got heavier.

Once unknown, Violet's interactions today are surprisingly narrow. There is a limited number of people to interact with, and only one friendly opponent comes to mind among them. There was also the possibility of a relative, then she would have said sister, not a customer, because many people know Varhan's lineage map on their own.

Then the person who now comes to visit Violet is narrowed down to one.

Did you come to ask about yesterday? I remember feeling rather unnaturally cut off the conversation, as well as having an attitude that I was avoiding. No wonder Yulan is suspicious.

"Thanks for letting me know"

"Yes, no......"

With a messenger on his ass looking somewhere twitchy, he felt the journey to the door where he seemed to have a waiter was far away and yet fast.

If we have him ahead of us, if Yulan came to see us, I wonder what that would cause for Violet.

I'm glad, that naturally has always been the case.

But now. To Violet today, that's horrible. The area around the lungs becomes compressed and heavy. Happy but bitter, happy but sad. If I could just refuse, everything would fit in circles.

With such inconsistency and grimace, I turned my attention to the person outside the door.

"Huh..."

It could only harden with surprise and doubt in the eyes that fit much lower than expected.

Until a moment ago, Goto lurked to become, and now the only thing that fills his brain is the question mark caused by the impatience of understanding.

That's about it, who I didn't assume, who didn't even float the possibility.

"Dear Rosette...?

"Good afternoon..."

A princess, with a strong expression, a trembling voice, a beefy body, who expressed her whole body that she was nervous, stood in front of her.