I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

The equipped closets are lined with clothes, all of which Yuran has prepared for Violet.The reason I always enjoyed choosing the clothes I felt was because I could glimpse my thoughts on each one.Soft touch, loose size.

I want people who have chosen me to see it, and I want you to be happy if you want to.If it suits you and makes your face peel off, it will make you happy.Was it so fun to decorate oneself with a lover?

But today, it's just a little different.In the closet, I still have the cover on, and I have never reached out until today.

"It's been a while. This is how we help Violet prepare."

"Recently, I've chosen it for myself."

Wear shirts, skirts and jackets from Marine and finish with a bow.A kind of routine that can be worn beautifully even when your eyes are closed.I slightly shake my hair and look in the mirror, and I see a student there.Is it because of something too intense that I felt far away from the last day I saw it?

"What about your hairstyle?Yuran-sama brought me some, so I can do a lot of things. "

Accommodations that have provided more comfort than your room for days to come, and a mirror stand with lots of care items and accessories alongside cosmetics.Necklaces to suit your clothes, hair clips to relax, and Yuran's glasses are all suitable for Violet, but Marine would appreciate the facilities to accommodate the Lord's request.

"I see... I'll see you then"

Marine's eyes and expression staring through the mirror are stiff and strong.It's a little bit different from fear, it's a bit tense, but it's strong after you've already made up your mind.No deviation, no reluctance, no deception.

"Make sure it's clean."

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The tightly tied lips seemed to be enduring not to retract their words.Behind the mirror was Marine, who watched, which made Violet's remarks all the more surprising.

Mirrored eyes, nose, mouth.The contour, the color of the skin, the flow of hair and the bottom of the neck were all praised.Everyone has hailed Violet's shape as beautiful.That's why even the last Claudia who hated her couldn't complain even if they could curse her.

I didn't like it. I hated myself because I was afraid of my mother, who loved this face.I hate it and hate it, but I still live beautifully, so that's what I know.

"Please make it beautiful, glossy and gorgeous."

Beauty is a weapon. Extremely powerful in socializing places that are more decorative, more prominent and want to climb up.

Violet was born strong in such a world.Violet's own thoughts are always on the inside.Perhaps that distortion led to the mistake of the past.Knowing that I was beautiful, I understood the power of this face, drowned proudly, and sank.I swore not to disturb you in that prison, and I wanted to be an acceptable presence for everyone, so I decided to be careful.Now that you know the violence of your beauty, you can only judge that this is useless and an obstacle to my purpose.I would never have wished I hadn't crouched to disturb anyone.

In a magnificent venue called the social world, women dressed in jewelry, makeup and all kinds of beauty fill their hearts.Shake your weapon. Show me your strength.Be proud of its strength.It was self-demonstration and courage not to lose to the identity it carried.Because it's different from Violet when he was just messing around with self-demonstration and approval.

Beauty is a weapon. It's incredible strength.And above all, armor that makes you stronger.

I want strength, I want weapons that will stir up my weak self, I want armor that will protect me.

"... I was afraid."

Marine hands slowly split her forehair.Her long, thin, slightly rough fingers stroked her exposed forehead and she smiled in the mirror.

"I will draw on the charm of the beautiful Violet and show it to you."