It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

About two weeks after the tournament, I was stuck in my room, barely eating, just sneaking into the futon, and throwing myself away. The tournament, which was inconspicuous and tried to make sure that no one normally noticed me as a single student, was in the corner of my memory that there were some such people, if I realized it was just a straight win, I would have won. Besides, people call me "The White Princess" or something on the way out of the tournament. I don't fight a mighty man named Zach or Safina, I don't know what to win with Shilleh, so I'm sure everyone, you're not convinced, you must be suspicious of me, even if you weren't, I have trouble bringing weird expectations, I just want you to leave me alone because I just want to secretly sing about my life, and negative thoughts swelled up in my head every day, stuffy, increasingly hidden in the futon, not outside.

But on that day, two weeks later, I would come out of the futon with a terrible sleeping habit. The reason is even simpler, because the written exam begins today.

As I watched the morning burn shining a faint light through the window of the wooden frame with a boggly face, the door of the room was knocked and the only Tütte allowed to enter the room when I replied empty-handed came in with a lot of different clothes, brushes, washing utensils, etc.

"You know very well that I'm going to school today."

"It's a written exam today, so I thought it was time to get up because it's about a serious lady."

"That's my maid."

When I smile with a sigh, Tütte bows down respectfully and begins her discipline so that I can get out of the room. Prepare the washing machine as you are accustomed to, and if you wipe your face and body, have your clothes changed. When I sat down in my chair feeling depressed, I began to scratch my hair. At a moment in the morning when both me and Tütte move as a matter of course, I was once again made aware of how much she was doing against me, thanks to neglecting it the last few days. Think of it. For the past two weeks, Tütte has taken anything of my selfishness and has been patient with me.

"Thanks... Tütte"

"What is it, ma'am? Suddenly."

"Yeah... somehow... I just wanted to say"

Have a conversation with each other looking at the way they look in front of each other. When I was done, I took Tütte and headed to the dining room first. I've been worried for the past two weeks, but I didn't say anything until I calmed down, just because I thought I had to apologize to my parents for watching over me.

Then he meets Ferdid, my father, who is talking to the butler somehow in the hallway leading to the dining room. Wearing a pissy outfit like a military uniform that was also a work outfit, seeing my father giving me some instructions with a harsh look on his face, and not ready for my heart, my father noticed me, not knowing what to do, leaving my legs stopped, and when he flipped out of his harsh face and broke his face, he rushed over here with tremendous momentum.

"Meyeriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

My father, who stormed me with that, hugs me as much as he wants. When I was too rigid, my father lifted me up with his big, fat arm.

"Are you okay now? Can you go to school?

I bow my head and answer with respect to my father, who holds my face upright, when he realizes once again how much I have caused him to worry.

"Yes, Father. Sorry to bother you."

To the words I uttered with my smile, the father of momentum, who seems to cry, now once and for all holds me hard and cheeks me up.

"Oh, my angel. Good, I'm really glad. If I'd stayed locked up any longer, I'd have smashed the school."

(Hmm? Father, now what? I think I heard something noisy.)

Having received my father's generous hug, I couldn't quite hear his words and realize that my father's words contained horrible things. After a while, Cohon and Cough were heard from behind my father, and when they both looked at you, my mother stood looking at this one with a soft face.

"Mother!

When I am free from my father's inclusiveness, I rush straight to my mother, Ariez. She also broke her knee again and gave me a hot hug with Gyu. Her twin hills, deftly fruitful, come muffled as they oppress my face.

(Oh, it's not soft... it's choking!

I succeed in looking up at my mother by moving her to get out of her embrace, even just her face.

"Mary... is that enough, are you okay?

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you"

I replied fine so as to erase the worrying words that would hide in a gentle smile.

(Yes, I have so many people to worry about, not if they're squeaky. You just have to reflect on the failure and be careful not to do it again)

I was surrounded by warm parents and headed to the dining room for breakfast.

I finished breakfast. It's been a long time since I've slept through my own uniform and get into the carriage that was prepared at my doorstep. The man who confirmed that me and Tütte rode made me walk my horse, and I was headed to the school of thoughts that would make my stomach ache. I took two weeks off cheating to see everyone with what face, and I couldn't help but get caught up in such worries as I approached the school and now my determination in the morning was getting more and more shaky.

With me on my ass as I started to get bored, the carriage stopped at the stop as usual when I arrived at school without any trouble and dropped us off. Once I take a deep breath, I correct my spine and look towards the school building.

"Are you all right? Ma'am, you look pale."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm going to the conversation room."

Making Tütte look at me worried any more, I behaved in a temperament, took another deep breath, and went for the discourse room.

Along the way, I dare to ignore the students who talk to Hisohiso and suppress their missed heartbeat. When I arrive at my destination, with several deep breaths today, I stand at the entrance and exit of the colloquial room.

At that moment's blurring, I was rushed into the room with a sizzle sizzle, by a tutte who wanted to escape but refrained behind me.

Then a girl in the same uniform as me jumps into my sight running with tremendous momentum, jerking off her crocodile, mortal and chestnut loose hair from the other side.

"Mary, hey, hey, hey!

That's enough to say tackle. I get a category of assault on my abdomen, but when my attack disabling skills were activated, I succeeded in taking the safina firmly.

(I mean, I can't believe you're making enough assaults to activate your skills... how worrying you've made me)

I've already nadenaded Safina's head clinging to her in a semi-crying state, and Zach is even closer.

"Dear Mary, is that enough? Your body, are you okay?

I smiled at Zach, who looked at me uncommonly and worryingly, feeling guilty that I was still making him worry.

"It's okay, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm glad Mr. Zach and Safina are doing well."

We haven't seen each other in a long time since we both collapsed from magic depletion, so now we both look fine and relieved.

"I was only magically depleted, so I woke up that day, so I'm fine. More worrying than that is Lady Mary. Why didn't you tell me?

(Hmm?)

I care about her words to me as she talks while letting go of the still clinging safina. From what she said, I could see telling everyone that I was silent about something.

(Huh? No way, my cheat ability was found out...)

I could see a buzz of cold sweat dripping off my back.

What do you mean?

They look worried about me as I try to stay calm, but the words tremble and I can't hide the upset. That's all I've done in the tournament, there's no way I don't realize my powers are weird over time, and maybe even more so if you're two people close to me.

"Lady..."

You figured things out, and Tütte called out to me worryingly, so I look back at you once and then nod, ready to see the two again.

"Sorry, but..."

"I knew you were hiding that Mary was sick."

"Huh?"

As soon as I opened my mouth to reveal my abilities to the two of you, I tried to block my words and say something that Safina couldn't understand with certainty.

"Well... I was half-hearted by the information Magilka brought, but now you've got an explanation for everything"

"Uh, uh, what?

My thoughts are entirely in the direction of the day after, and they are both convinced.

"This is what is commonly said, that heaven does not give two things? I can't believe Mary had the shackles that her body couldn't keep up with it, even though she had genius talents and abilities. If that's the case, I'll be satisfied with all the power I've had so far."

"To? what?

I couldn't understand Zach's words in emotional terms at all, and I was in a panic state in my head.

"I can't believe you didn't put that on the table at all, you worried more about me than you did about yourself, and you made it impossible to live up to our unsolicited expectations even more… what you didn't see before the game was you hid yourself from being eroded and suffering from the disease"

The safina that moistened my eyes doesn't know what I'm impressed with. When I gently hold my hand in my hand, I lean against my own chest.

"The moment the victory was decided, my role was over, and I fell unwittingly, and I'd been wandering the frontier of life and death until now, like, hard work or Mary. Ah."

Finally, Safina, whose tear glands have collapsed, begins to cry with Wuwang. That loud voice echoes throughout the colloquial room, and extra hissohisso talk spreads from around.

"Hey, Safina! Who would do that? That's Demah."

"Don't hide it anymore, Magilka said. I heard Sir Regalia and the school director talking like that while you were down."

Don't say anything more, I know, so when Zach puts his hand on my shoulder with an enlightened smile like that, I keep away from grasping things.

"Huh? Your father, to the school director?

To the story that my father was going to school, I had no idea what was going on, and when I looked at the tutte behind me, she made me nod to affirm my silent question, so I understood that it was true that my father had come here.

"Sir Regalia said that his daughter was weak, delicate and brittle for a long time. My daughter, who had difficulty living her normal life without an exclusive maid, was mistaken that she was well because she had won a martial arts tournament without seeing it. She blamed the school for greatly regretting herself and even not realizing that her daughter was coming to the tournament with a whip on her body to meet her surrounding expectations. He also told her that the school would be absent until her daughter was well."

During a series of interactions, Magilka was walking into our talking room shaking a blonde vertical roll about where she heard it. There are even princes beside us.

"When I had finished talking to the school director and told the lord out of the room that the tournament had fallen the moment Miss Mary's victory was finally decided, she was so sweet that she hid it from everyone so she wouldn't bother me, she was in tears. I feel like I've never seen that Sir Regalia look like that before. Then he told me that you slept all day and never came out of the room. They were trying to hide their weak self from us, forbidding them from entering the room, and they roared."

The prince tells me to add a supplement to Magilka's story, and the students around me listen with intrigue.

(O ~ Maiga! Father, what a way to take the conversation. It's getting a lot easier to talk about)

Tütte, who approached me with nothing but a dry laugh, softly eared at Magilka and the Prince, who spoke worryingly.

"The story between you two is true. Evidence of this is that the school director specifically admitted that I was likely to be attached to your daughter. That's what my husband told me the other day."

For the first time I realized that Tutte's words, speaking of beings who should not be held back, were in a state where I could finally grasp the current situation, reassure myself that my cheat abilities were distracted and not suspicious, but mourn in my heart that my current position could no longer be done.

(How can this be such a mess? Ooh!