I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Open your eyes, it's your own knee that jumped in first. Black and dark indoors filled with vision made the boundary blind for a moment. It's dark in the room and there's not even any sign of the light. He fell asleep while he was obsessed with thinking.

"Again..."

Over and over again, so little else to look at, so many times.

of those days, of the past, dream.

"Uh... my neck."

He was stiff and stiff from neck to shoulder because of his ridiculous way of sleeping. I felt a little easier when I put my hand around my neck and reached left and right. Although due to chronic shoulder stiffness there was no particular change except mood.

Perhaps late at night, outside as well as in my own room, other rooms visible through the window are dark. The air throughout the house is quiet. I guess most of the servants as well as my parents are asleep. What a delicate time to wake up. I don't get annoyed all night or on an empty stomach now, but is it due to the nightmare I just had that seems somehow the same as then?

Nightmare...... right, it was a bad dream-like event. How good would it have been if it had been a dream.

But unfortunately, what Yulan saw was a piece of memory, not a fantasy. A story of a past that once happened and disappeared, unforgettable.

Sounds a long time ago.

In fact, it hasn't been a year yet. Time rolls back - after all those dreamy things happened to Yulan.

That time I crushed the Virgin Mary of the Cathedral and gave up everything. Either dead or killed, it was good, just in that world, there was no way I could live. If we lost whoever we wanted to help, even at the expense of all the people, and stayed that way, Yulan's end of the line would have been death with either a debilitating or an extreme sentence. Either way, though I'm not interested.

When I opened my eyes, I found out about the ceiling, and the date was a year ago. So I thought this time I was really broken beyond repair. If it must have been the usual Yulan, he would have acted cautiously with suspicion. Is this a dream, or was that hell all a nightmare? Or has a new hell begun? Because it is' impossible 'for me to have hope in reality and no longer to copy my aspirations in my dreams when the time comes back.

─ ─ Even if it's not possible, I thought it would be good.

Dreams, illusions, that's the new hell. I didn't care where I was, what I was, what happened to me. He just missed me and missed me, and that's all I ran through, and that guy welcomed me with a troubled smile.

─ ─ Yulan, you have a loud voice. We're all gonna be surprised, aren't we?

I wanted to hear this voice, I wanted to see this. Under the light, a bloody violet is in front of me. Reach out and it reaches. Call me by name and you'll respond, call me Yulan by his name.

I was so happy that I wanted to cry. So much happiness stained from the heavenly edge of my head to my nail tip that I think it's okay for me to die here in hell or just like this. Everything else, is no match for this happiness. Everything else, I don't care. I don't want all of them taking away this happiness.

In my head, I heard something fit. Shattered shards regained shape, lost pieces filled with something new, sound.

I think I acted fast from there. Sometimes when I think of it, it's coarse, and then I get annoyed by my wisdom, but things are generally going according to my assumptions. I am unhappy with the current situation, which strengthens my patience with Violet by having to prioritize prudence, but if things continue to go smoothly, Yulan will be able to get the future he wants. Though the worst assumptions are interwoven with precautions, as both chronic and alarming are life-saving.

(As for this one, I didn't know it was serious after all)

Eyes on books stacked in front of bookshelves, to be discarded within close proximity. Another thing apart from about Violet, I was doing everything I could to find out about the phenomenon that happened to me. I'm not willing to go back to my original time, or unwind again when I fail. I'm not interested in reason or reason. It doesn't matter if it's a miracle of God or a covenant with the devil.

I just thought it would be nice if this' now 'had proof that it wasn't a dream. I just wanted to know the principles of what happened to me.

As a result, though I ran out of time to look into it without knowing the evidence or the principles.

(Soon... Soon, everything will be decided)

Slowly approach both sleeve desks in the familiar darkness of your eyes. On a desk that was scattered with paper and ink in a nightmare, I don't see one stained clean and dusty.

In the middle of the scorched brown ceiling, the white floating with potpounds appeared to glow pale in the darkness. The letter, locked in red wax with a family crest, has been and will be Yulan's collection and decision hit to the ending. If you don't decide on this, it's like most of the hands you can take will be exhausted, the biggest.

At the same time, if this is decided, Violet's ending will no longer be the same. By Yulan, her future is determined.

"Vio..."

A little later, a little later. Now, never, never make a mistake.

Take my life and make me look happy.

Please forgive me for this ego that binds your life.