After the two finally left, I fell into the futon, stunned by a visit from a neighboring country that was totally unexpected.
I was still a civilian. But I feel like I'm going to be surrounded step by step.
When I get here, I just feel like something imposing… destiny modifying power.
Maybe you just can't beat someone to the point of being reborn. I'm just cleverly poor, and I've never beaten my brother - a real genius.
He said I was sentimental because of that, but he heard a violent knock at the door of the house to smash it down, and I had to get up from the futon.
Is this rambling sound like you're hitting me, Nora? What, did you forget something?
Anyone who has the chance to come all the way to my house and seems to do something like this can't think of anything other than Nora. Later, if you say so, you're a thug after a woman who lives alone.
I pulled the futon over to the corner of the room with my feet in disobedience and opened the door carelessly with a voice saying yes.
"Wow... can you open it without knowing who it is? Are you okay with the crisis?"
I opened my eyes to him with white blonde red-eyed eyes of albino colour, the only man I knew who called me Aya.
He distorts that adorable face like a coward, then looks from my head to my toes and exhales again.
"Uh, I just came here to advise you to prepare in advance... but it seems like you were too late to look tired."
Then go home, and I panicked and pulled that arm and forced him into the house before closing the door to him trying to walk away before my head still got back to normal motion. Three of the escorts inside slipping in are excellent at boulders.
... Yeah, you're getting a little calm.
"Good evening, Master Melvin"
"I don't need it anymore."
"… I deduce from Mr. Melvin's remarks that the reason he is here today is because he tried to inform me in advance of their visit to a neighbouring country. It's no surprise that you knew about Melvin's information network."
"Uh, yes, yes, that's the thing. Big answer. So don't go home anymore."
Anyway, to Mel trying to go home, I stopped with a so-so smile trying to hold him in his arms. Mel looked at me disgustingly wrapped around her arm and pulled it off abusively.
This girl really hates me. For once, your appearance should be quite beautiful, like a heroine in a maiden game. My chest was all over my arm, but there was no light, no fine dust.
Well, I don't care about that. I coughed one up and forced Mel and I to halfway gaze with a serious face.
"Why did you try to tell me? I just thought that I was someone that Melvin didn't want to deal with anymore."
"You know perfectly well. So this time it's not a deal, it's just a blame."
No, I don't know anything. Instead, I don't know any more.
There will be no lies in Mel's words to bluff. Blame me... I have no idea why. We weren't supposed to have such a cheap relationship.
"... why are you doing me good?
To be frank, Mel missed her gaze with no expression.
"Why do you think?
If you know that, you won't have a hard time.
"You have no idea..."
"Really?"
"Yes, if you say anything because you like me, I'll fill your mouth with bread and choke it..."
"Why?! You're scared of me assuming you're on your own?!
Mel retreated like she was taking a distance from me. Maybe it made it seem a little realistic to see the bread I'm leaving for breakfast tomorrow on the table. It's okay because the three professional escorts will just slash and throw me away where I tried to do something.
To Mel like an alert little animal, I exhaled unexpectedly and lost my mind at the same time.
I told you mixed jokes. I really, really didn't want Mel to have romantic feelings for me.
"'Cause if Mel says she still likes me with this attitude when Boroxo misses me, I just think it's destined to be that way already..."
Mel looked like she didn't know what it meant. Of course. Mel doesn't know that I might have fallen in love with me if I had been on Mel's route precisely, in the past where I wasn't chosen, and in the present, the possibilities for the future.
There's no way anyone in this world who hasn't been through that can tell how scared I feel that I should have escaped the scenario but still seem to be captured in the maiden game.
"Ha... I don't know what it is, but don't worry. Who falls in love with a scary woman like you, no matter how beautiful she is."
"Yes, good."
"You're not laughing with a heartfelt joy... that's what annoys me. What is more or less Mel? I made a fool of myself. Call me that."
Mel wrinkled her eyebrows uncomfortably and hung her hand on the door, so I hurriedly grabbed that arm again.
"Sorry, I'll make you some tea. Take your time."
I pulled around and took her to the table, and Mel sat me in the chair reluctantly, even as she looked frightened. If it was coffee I put out here to make out, the tea pie Mel might have gone home. This is the first time in Redilo that my knowledge of maiden game-like has helped me decently.
I relax, turn my back on Mel and start brewing tea in the kitchen. Tea needs time to steam, so why can't I brew more?
"You just now, oddly enough, you don't want me to go home."
……
The words hung on my back didn't sound familiar to me when I focused on making tea deliciously. That's what I'll do.
A few minutes later, I serve Mel the tea I can serve with three squared sugars, and I also sit in front of Mel with a straight cup.
She tasted delicious to see how Mel looked with a sip and a slight relaxation in her mouth. I gasped under the table.
"You're full of lies and secrets, so you're telling me to some extent that you're the only one who's ever signed a contract, and you have a kind of weird sense of trust in me, because I've been doing a lot of research on human emotions and behavior, and I don't know what to tell you."
It wasn't like I was in a gutsy pose.
I feel embarrassed, knowing why I pulled it off as much as I could. Yes, Mel was in the smart category, too.
I don't know what to do, I'm really embarrassed that I found out if I thought it was sweet enough not to enlighten you about it. This is the only awkward air I'll do... Don't worry about getting fat or tomorrow's share. Eat bread again and delude...?
"But, why aren't you talking to Master Nicholas?
I didn't have to eat bread because of a misguided topic.
I look at you and Mel. Why are we talking about Nica now?
She keeps talking to Mel so she can supplement it because she doesn't almost have an expression act, or because she sees something I don't understand.
"I don't care what you think it would be better to rely on that one than to talk to me like this. He might be able to help you with all the respect you want."
I missed my eye because I understood the story and I understood.
Rather than sweetening Mel like this, it's still natural to come admiring her like an ideal brother in childhood and make friends and tell Nica everything about her sweetness. I know that.
"…… well, maybe."
If this is all they've been hunting us down, it might be better to do so regardless of the outcome. But I didn't want to tell Nica anything.
"You're on your own, though."
You seem to thrust it off. You're just a little gentle. You'll never help me with everything. I can't be sweet unless you're such a Mel. As much as I want to erase the fact that I did something crazy and sweet to Nica the other day because I was sick.
Because I want to be a civilian and I want to be a civilian. Above all, because I want to win my destiny.... above all.
I mocked myself for not being happy while I was losing my character.