I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

When do people believe in God?

To worship idols, we pray in the sky. The only thing I think the stars will do is make my wish come true.

Kneel down, cut a cross, drool your head. That's all you want, something to change.

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There are numerous churches in Juralia. Starting in a cathedral from the very beginning of its existence, it houses orphanages, ranging from objects that are not unlike private homes. Marin grew up in one of those churches.

Although not many enthusiastic followers, it was a country where everyone believed in God as they deserved, and if they cut the cross, they thought it was prayer. Religion is so lost in life in a natural way that 'God sees' in the preaching to the child and can be proclaimed with a flat face. I don't doubt that a kind God is smiling over heaven.

Glowing stained glass, statue of the Virgin Mary overlooking this one with a merciful expression, bronze candlestick.

Beautifully prepared to glorify God, it was an unpopular place because of its proximity to the cathedral. Surrounded by trees, the shaded impression probably also influenced the location. A strong space of remnants of penance that everyone dreams of, never visible on the lap of God, where happiness falls.

The dust that builds up tells the story of the number of worshippers. Is there a small number of priests and sisters, and Yulan has never seen anyone but himself since he came to pass here? Though maybe he had intentions and left Yulan alone.

How many times has it been since I've been here? I feel like it's been a long time, and I feel like I've been around lately. It's a regular to such an extent that it doesn't actually bury the fingers of both hands yet.

(Kamisama)

The stained glass I looked up to is beautiful even when I see such gloomy self. An idol ornament created to receive light, shine, and seem so. The incarnation of affection and goodness, illuminated by the sun that shoots from scattered colorful vitreous, laughs ya. It's like the whole world is just saying peace, with the bulk of being associated with happiness.

Every time I come, I regret it. By the time I get home, I don't think I can come anymore. Still, I can't help but visit.

Hands together, kneel before the Virgin Mary. of a hidden head with a curtain of hair, of a tightly closed eye, a heart all the way back, I chanted over and over again.

(Kamisama... if you are truly God)

If there is a great almighty being, where everyone seeks salvation. If fraternity is the guiding principle and guides people. If blasphemy is unacceptable, a venerable patriarch.

Save my world, my God.

The fingernails are white, and the hands you hold until you eat them into your armor are covered with nail marks that won't heal completely. The biting lips, the vain eyes, the thirst and hunger that have stripped them of their nourishment make them blur everywhere.

I've never believed in prayer, wishing, or uncertainty. I've never dreamed of good deeds reaching heaven and happiness descending.

Still, there's nothing else I can do.

No matter how heavy and big Yulan's thoughts are, if the opponent is a country, it's better to have a chance of winning. In fact, Yulan wasn't acting with a chance either. There was no such thing as possible calmness.

I just wanted to save you, so I just got my hands on everything I could. Because if you were a son of a nobleman and your own words that draw royal blood, than Marin, who is abandoned because you are a single servant, you would lend at least only ears. I learned that the result would not be more than annoying to be lent an ear alone.

(There was no point in pleading, defending, or obstructing the trial)

My neck slowly tightens. Gradually, gradually, but surely, this country comes to kill Yulan. Unless you stop the act of sheltering Violet, your life-threatening hand will be shaken so that you will know the stupidity of the act. Outside the execution bench, until the day Yulan is strangled by the country.

I thought my life and my life were all for that guy. Live for this man and die for this man. If I could have watched Violet laugh from afar, that would have meant being born.

So I wanted to save you. I wanted to help. Whatever you do, whatever you do with your hands, because you're the one who wants to be happy when you die. Because that's the life I was born for, and that's why I came alive.

That's what this body looks like.

My straight stretched back trembles and circles. Squat before the Virgin Mary and pray to God you don't even believe in. The mask of a kind and brilliant good young man peels off and rubs his forehead to the floor miserably. How hilarious, how dare you. In the end, I am unable to accomplish any of the pieces.

You can laugh. Whatever it takes, throw a stone at it and scorn it. No other Yulan himself mocks his powerlessness.

It's okay, he said he made a fool of himself, beat him up, kicked him and spit.

Anyone is good, because God, the devil, doesn't care what.

(--- - - Who?)

Somebody, somebody, save her.

"Dear Yulan..."

The door opens without touching forward, and a voice bounced with a cut breath calls Yulan. I looked up like I had been bounced, and when I turned around in a hurry, I saw a woman who kept her body at the door and managed to stand.

There's only one person who knows there's a Yulan here. Not a heartless acquaintance, not a parent who raised me, not an abominable bloodline. Only facial knowledge via Violet, but through her. That's why, a believable opponent. Much thinner than I was when I was next to Violet, I looked worn out and coaled much like Yulan today.

I just eliminated gender differences rather than unisex. There's no design to it, and it's bright black up and down like an example of clothing depicted in children's graffiti. There is no shadow of a calm and ringing time for Marin, who is neither maid clothes nor personal clothes chosen by Violet.

Gold said to be the sun and red associated with the sunset collide.

"Huh...,"

Marlin's expression was distorted before Yulan asked what was going on. Sooner than tears fell from his bright red eyes, his body collapsed from his knees like a branch cut off. No words, no sound, just no leaning down. Crying, screaming, roaring, nothing. At the knees of God, where the sanctity of silence was preserved.

Yulan is Violet's, who has changed our world.

I realized that I couldn't change her world, which was more important than anyone else.