I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Memories I don't want to recall are darker, deeper, and more engraved than happy objects.

Like mistakes, regrets, stained as vividly as the past you want to erase, rubbing or tapping desperately, just seeping won't undo it. Sometimes it erodes elsewhere. If you can make the past a material for growth, that would be great.

Don't forget, just because you feed it doesn't mean it disappears.

The memory that feeds Yulan and still cannot be forgotten is about a day that is the future and the past. Nowhere in the world, in anyone's memory, only Yulan remembers, the worm poison of hatred, anger and intent to kill. What remained before we ate each other was the determination to kill even God.

The day the world turned back time, I swore.

Now he said he would never make a mistake.

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"Violet Rem Varhan has been captured"

That wasn't so surprising as to be abrupt, but it was, after all, a realization of the possibility that I had ruled out somewhere in my mind.

"I can't believe I'm trying to kill my sister, even though I'm belly hungry"

You think I'm jealous of Claudia's engagement?

"Shallow," "Dirty," "Tough."

"A wise prince said he couldn't have chosen such a woman."

Contempt and mockery that you can hear even with your ears blocked.

Everyone slapped her, a sinner, in honor of her beautiful half-sister, who was a victim but sheltered her sister. There's also an engagement to the prince, and the public is overflowing with cursing murmurs about Violet and praise for the prince and princess's love story.

Disgusting. Shallow dirty tough. A man who knows nothing smiles at each other in the face of justice. Illusion that evil has fallen, that the world is at peace, and that everyone is happy. All of it, I wish it had blown to dust.

Violet was imprisoned for attempted murder of her half-sister.

It wasn't until the day after it happened that Yulan found out about the fact.

I thought I was dreaming. This place is in a nightmare, all with the illusion that anxiety showed. When you wake up, someone you love will call you by your name with a voice of Reiki. The world revolves around her, and no one threatens its existence. I can't even think of hurting you - how many times have such convenient delusions become a reality?

"Thank you for today"

…………

Without even looking at the cop who bows his head until he can't see his face, he slowly winds back down the road he came from. I don't really know where my vain eyes are looking from the gap in my forehead that I can no longer fix. Although the spine is stretched, the neck leans down slowly, and no one can worship the unchanged expression, even if it has changed.

A man named Yulan Kugles, whom the masses had envisioned, had disappeared without leaving any fragments on the day Violet was captured.

No calm atmosphere, no cute smile, no appearance of listening to people and hammering them, no shadow or shape left of everything. Yulan, who no longer had a heavy atmosphere, a look that didn't make him feel alive, or speak to anyone's voice, looked much like him at a young age when he was crushed by majority violence. If I hadn't met Violet, this would have happened to me.

I'm not sure how many days have passed. I can't even tell if I'm asleep or fainting, and it gets better in the morning or at night. Whether it's the sun or the moon that shines in the sky, it's not the end of Yulan's hell.

Of these, the only time I knew correctly was due to time constraints on what I could do to save her. Whether it's a plea or a meeting. I can't even accept it if it's not the time the building is open.

Still alive, still, I can help save Violet.

For Yulan today, that was all I meant to live for.

"Yulan."

Someone called me by my name and raised my gaze only slightly, which I had only seen at my feet. I didn't even have to look at her face, but I immediately understood who she was with that disgusting look. And then there was the little shadow that I refrained from next door.

Until now, for the first time, something that could be called 'emotion' dwelt in the eye, which was so unchanged from the holes in the skeleton and the galaxy sinus. At the tip of a softly narrowed gaze, the prince and the future queen look at Yulan with a strange face, as if to take care of this one. As if, as I say, I'm worried.

"Even today, I heard they were calling... nothing to talk about"

In the rhetoric of Claudia, Yulan remembered that he had been called. Even so, yeah, to the extent that it was. Either way, Yulan came out here, and he didn't want to look any further than he did.

Because there isn't.

"Why, I won't say anything. They're listening as a formality, but I really don't think you were conspiring with Violet."

Violet's arrest was like an active criminal. Because one of the servants noticed Mary Jun's screams and sounds and was captured as they were. It is obvious that she is a solo perpetrator when she runs wild with unplanned short-circuit offenses and impulses, and the policemen, while branding it as questioning the people involved, think that if it is shaped, it has nothing to do with the contents. Otherwise, there is no way the interior of the Varhan family, which Marin spoke so desperately of, could be left undisclosed anywhere.

In the meantime, Yulan, who favors Violet more closely than anyone else and tries to tell no one anything, purposefully created a diagram of alleged complicity with Violet. To delay her sentence a little and buy her some time to save it.

Of course, I don't think such shallow wisdom will ever work. As Claudia said, no one seriously suspects Yulan. So this is, after all, just harassment. He said he didn't have a mouth to open for Aardvark, who proclaimed Violet evil and so on.

"I also hear pleadings and defense stories. Mary Jun generally agrees with Yulan..."

"Yulan, I want to help you with your sister, too. That's why I feel so great, I know. I want to do anything for my loved ones... but I don't think that's why I should turn away from sin."

"I know very well that you admire Violet, and let me say it. She's... a sinner."

"I want you to face it properly and atone for your sins. Is that really for your sister...?

Abominable, dirty, the most, and most hateful thing in the world is right in front of you. The mouth, the words, the eyes, the thought, is going to throw up on the fact that I'm 'worried' about myself. I can't believe everything is foreseeable because I'm at height, but the tenderness that just tells me it's pathetic crawls around Yulan's body like a pest.

(Aww... dirty)

The vacillation, the heart trampled with earthfoot, makes a noise and cracks. Anger, hatred, even resentment flaked and scattered brain surprisingly calm. Quiet everywhere, in the spirit of no waves, the unmixed aversion continues to overflow without ever stopping twitching. The broken faucet is missing a handle and will never close again.

People living beautiful lives in beautiful stories. I have never known from the beginning the existence of the ejected, and I do not believe that my happiness is made of seeping blood stepping on someone.

First child, son of a full wife, that's all the man was left as a prince.

A woman who grew up being given only love, just because she was born of true love.

whose status, love, was formed upon whom? Who is left behind and what is gained? If what you've only seen before is beautiful and healthy, then it should be healthy for the lives slapped behind them to strike from their backs. Where is the blame for this anger, hatred, hatred?

─ ─ For whatever reason, sin is not tolerated and should be punished.

You've never thought about the "why". You can use beautiful words. You're drunk with yourself, deep down, you've never thought about it. In the end, you're just immersed in yourself who can forgive sinners and still demand punishment.

A thin idealism, a gaze to care for this one and teach it yet. All of this just looks rubbish to Yulan. Congratulations too many heads who don't even notice shards when they're just slapping people who can't even move around where they can afford to.

Straight here, if I crushed that neck, how much.

"Never open your mouth again"

"Huh..."

A slight golden colour stitches Claudia and the others from the gap between her neck and her flowing forehead tilted in a relaxed motion, like the trees swayed by the wind. There is no emotion in the voice, no discouragement, no flat and absurd. It is an inorganic object with no temperature, like the voice registered with the machine from the beginning.

But its eyes, the gaze that shoots through Claudia and Mary Jun, simultaneously enclose the chilling and burning heat that seems to freeze. You can still bite me in the throat and say that I'm about to chop a thousand kills - intent to kill. The holy golden colour now has a viscosity like metal boiling in the kiln.

Besides, I'll tell him I'm gonna kill him. I took a breath to utter a word or a letter, at that point. Within no one's reach, you will take the lives of both of them.

Stunning or fearful, or both again? Yulan passes next to the two frogs stared at by snakes, scraped off all of his emotions and lost them. In its head there was already no shadow or shape of Claudia and the words thrown disappeared into rubbish. None of this is necessary for Yulan to live.

The only thing I can think of is working hard and working hard and dancing to tell you that I can be happy, my love.

To draw your gaze, change your face and speak in a deliberately high voice. Still occasionally, very rarely, Violet smiles sweetly and gently.

(I want to see you, hey)

Because it's good at a glance, in seconds, I don't mind.

I just wanted to see that.