I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

Violet, who had been able to resolve her intransigence with Claudia and her dissonance with Yulan, was in a clear mood. Haven't felt it in a long time...... no, maybe for the first time. Because I've never felt my body feel lighter, like I put a load down from my shoulder. I also find the feeling ridiculous because I've been carrying all sorts of loads since I was born.

I'm sure only a few things. No big deal, it's not enough to take.

But for Violet, it's a very, very important, big event.

"Welcome back"

"I think it's getting late right now."

When I got home just a little later than usual, I caught a glimpse of Marin's expression when he picked me up. It's always quite late, but that's why I get worried when it's later than usual. There shouldn't be any other worries because we're in time for dinner, but the irrationality of being pissed off even if the rescheduling isn't communicated, because Violet is the only house to walk by.

"It's okay, will you be ready soon?

"Right... there won't be that much time until dinner, will there?

"I have plenty of time to moderate, but I was wondering if I could take a break."

"Then let's do that. Once you calm your hips down, you're going to be distracted."

"Yes, sir."

Get dressed in front of the mirror as soon as you enter the room. It's just a task of gently brushing your wind shaken hair, but it's a hassle to be neglected and searched for coarse.

For Violet, the task of looking in the mirror was, to be honest, not a very good one. I didn't like to check my appearance, and the bad feeling that I had rooted in my mother since she was alive had become unnecessarily worse with a low profile gaze that turned about with growth. In the first place, the act of self-confirmation is not so different from self-injury at a time when you cannot favorably receive your appearance.

Even now, the underlying consciousness has not changed. However, there was a much more frequent look in the mirror than before, or a change in my awareness of appearance. I can't tell if that's good or bad, though.

"Huh..."

The brush I let slip on my hair caught me with my hair tip. I felt a slight pull on my scalp, and when I checked, my sneezely tangled hair was making small hairballs. Because of the original hair quality, it's a tangle that can be done no matter how careful you are. At an early age it was sarcastic and straightforward, but began to draw a gentle wave as it grew. I don't know if that's the effect of the years or because I started growing my hair, but I'm not going to stop my long hair so it would be the same thing.

"You've grown a lot."

"Since I started stretching, I haven't put in any other than maintenance."

"It's been five years... six years."

"Right. I've been around ever since."

"I must miss you."

I used to have hair that was never longer than my shoulder. It comes through embarrassment when I always remember you rolling out to the social world with just a cut of your head as the girls of your age show off their adorable and well-groomed hairstyles. Even though I couldn't afford to care less at the time, my father used to have such children. Correct, though I guess it didn't matter. Should I think the dress is just as good as it was available?

"You're hurting my hair tips too... it's terribly dry"

It has a glossy gloss on the surface, but lacks moisture that you can see if you touch it. I don't even know how to be a guinea pig, but I'm worried about the clumsy touch somewhere. Even if Marin cares, it's hard to maintain beauty if Violet doesn't care for herself. By the way, there are short hairs bouncing around that are not wrapped up when I see them nearby.

Though I wouldn't notice anyone else just rubbing it off because it's to such an extent that I wouldn't know if I didn't touch it or get close to the mirror.

Second, I have a face to remember. The person who touched this hair at this distance, no, closer.

"Eh...!

"Master Violet?

In an instant the fever rises and the color lights on Violet's cheek, as if the lack of blood, which is usually even blue and white, is a lie.

Something I had never cared about before, emotions I had never held, attacked me with tremendous shame. I stuck my touched hair in people and wanted to hide my face from something I didn't see. Though her worried Marin's hand touched her back, I'm sure that's a completely different reason than she thinks.

Yulan must have noticed.

Now, it's really too much of a story now, but the fact that Yulan was watching this hangs on my shoulder. It wasn't painful or sad, that kind of negative emotion, but that's why it seemed like a mixed-up embarrassment was boiling the whole body.

I know he's not the kind of person to restrain his appearance, and considering what he's been showing me, taking care of his hair is too trivial to make me laugh.

Still, love is a strange thing. As much as I want you to take it by showing me all your weaknesses and weaknesses, I'm also concerned about a little frustration, and I just want you to look at your perfect self. Normally, things that can be compromised, things that don't even seem to notice, just pinch the love filter seems like a terrible drawback. I can't believe I'm going to be disillusioned with this one.

"Marin, I need a favor."

"Yes, what is it?"

"... today, I want you to take special care of me"

…………

I made sure I could bury myself in the tip of my hair, and my gaze, which I was usually supposed to ask for by looking straight at the marine, was fixed diagonally. It was also clearly visible to Marin's eyes that the cheeks visible from the gaps in her hair were bright red, but if she stuck it in, Violet would try to do something about it herself. It is not a marine who fails to do what the Lord rarely asks of him.

"Of course. The time has come for the care goods I have chosen and collected to erupt into flames."

"Were you doing that?

"I kept Violet because he's not very aggressive, but because he doesn't seem to need patience anymore"

"... be gentle with your hands"

"Yes, you'll love it."

"That's not what I meant."

It is a very pleasant change for Marin to be able to polish up the beautiful Lord. Because Violet hated herself because there were verses that even neglected its beauty. Without asking for more than a minimum of cleanliness, doing more than labor can, on the contrary, increase Violet's load.

So Marin has been, and always has been, patient. The fact that Violet's beauty is not judged authentically, or that Violet herself has given up. It's so brilliant, but I'm afraid of its sharpness. Even though Violet's true beauty isn't like this. The way the surroundings are afraid is still nothing but a stone.

If Violet wants it herself, she doesn't have to endure another thing.

"I'll make you look more beautiful than anyone."

"Thank you, that's comforting."

I am delighted with this change. Only a little bit of Marin herself didn't do it, though I miss her.

Now I pretended not to know who I wanted that beauty for.