Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

The sound that arrives after everything is over feels much less temperate than just the hustle and bustle.

I know it feels like it's supposed to be a cultural festival until I get home, but the cleanup is wondering if the adults wave their wands, back to the usual landscape. It's all I originally prepared for this cultural festival, so I'm just going to clean it up or throw it away.

Apparently the power of my dropped bomb wasn't so much, everyone's consciousness is going to the winner. That's odd. The market dictates that the person who ran the bizarre gets noticed for a moment, and the most noticeable one is the winner.

The cultural festival is over, but this is where it matters to me.

While each is immersed in the aftertaste, unpopular places have a heterogeneous atmosphere. I don't have any enthusiasm, so maybe I can feel more signs of people.

"If you want to talk to me, I'll ask you?

The words I speak in a space where no one is present are supposed to be solitary, but I have spoken clearly now. I didn't blow the screws out of my head.

Set aside for a little while, one shadow appears from among the trees. No surprise, of course, because he's the one I assumed. Conversely, the other person is pale.

"Dear Mariabelle..."

"Congratulations on your third prize."

Badly blooded, Miss Christine has a very different impression from what I've seen a few times. Even though the atmosphere of swine rush met, much more than the pure appearance.

I'm as anxious as a familiar child right now.

"Whatever the process, the battle is a battle, my loss."

"That can't be a battle...... you are"

"It's all about the results."

What I did was the same as Oungol, strangled himself and the result was defeated. I actually lost as a result of going to lose, much better than winning for me.

Even if that was something that was not satisfactory to Christine, it had nothing to do with me.

What is important to the battle is the result, all the more so for third parties. In this case I am a third-party gaze over the parties.

"I lost to Master Christine. Now you've cleared up Miss Christine's worries, haven't you?

Or if it doesn't clear up for me, I'm in trouble. For Christine, of course, I have trouble getting her to just disappear when it comes to her engagement. What kind of nightmare is this?

"Please remember this result carefully, don't you?

And don't think about fighting again. I will never take it this time, because this is the first and last time.

"Well, good day to you"

Gather the air and turn your back. I wonder why Master Christine's complexion got one step worse when she should have laughed properly...... I don't think she looks that vicious.

× × × ×

There is of course a late-night festival on the night of the last day. Because the scale is horrible while saying late-night festivals or something, this isn't included anymore, it's the main one, is it?

It's supposed to be on school grounds, but the party venue is too big for me. I'm feeling a little scared. What kind of magic world is this, huh? It was a magic school. Speaking of which.

"Hot......"

The feeling of enthusiasm tangling in my skin was uncomfortable because of the density of people, albeit broad, or because of my mental problems. Even though the winner is dazzling me, if you see me, that's gonna get me noticed and my gaze stings.

Elle and Primera used to say a lot, but they ended up working without saying anything and leaving me alone. I wonder if it's because it's easy to hang out with legal age fraud like me where you don't hear about root digging leaf digging here.

Sitting on a bench with a view of the fountain makes the cold air of the water comfortable. The fact that there is a fountain will not go any further.

Everyone wears it as a costume for once, but I used the dress that I was supposed to use in the contest. They sent me around the corner. I have been asked to send the loan to Kristin to my parents after cleaning. She told me to make it brand new and give it back, but I politely refused because it was a hassle to get involved.

"Finally, it's over…………"

There were too many things, and I woke him up and he's exhausted. It's similar to the day I sold my fight to Tuvalu one day, but it's not easy for me to have no anxiety about the future.

The sun went down, the temperature dropped, and the wind came out. It seems like it's usually cold, but it's in good shape for my temperature. But my shaky hair is a little out of the way for me to see and breathe.

"Found it."

"Oh... what, Kate?"

He called from behind and freaked out like an example because he was so alarmed. Normally, I could tell right away with my voice, but I was too tired and distracted, and I couldn't afford to be completely swamped.

Kate, who approached me without worrying about me, lowered her back next door without saying no. It's the usual, and it's too obvious to bother me.

"You were at the Late Night Festival."

"There's gonna be Maria, so I'm gonna work for her."

"Thank you for that."

Laughing at Couscous, he accepted a hand that would fix his broken hair with the wind.

Originally the fingertips were clever, and Kate can't resist messing with the girl's hair because she was with me. Three braids and seemingly elaborate hairstyles can also be easily reproduced and shown.

"Huh... Huh?

If you think about it, all of a sudden the scalp you were pulling will be released. The amount of hair dripping off my shoulder increased along with the feeling of openness that the restraint had been lifted.

"Hey, what......!?

"Yes, it's not rampant. Turn around a little bit."

What the hell... I wanted to get mad at you. He made it easy on me when I tried to poke him, and he flipped me to think I'd grabbed his shoulder.

"Kate......?

"Hmm... Wait, wait"

……

Hatena is flying across my brain because I don't know what the intentions are, but my paced Kate doesn't care if I do. I already know. I'm the one who gives up!

"……… OK, done."

With a satisfied voice, the hand I was touching leaves me.

I feel cooler on the neck than I just did, and I don't know if Kate made any hair from the movement of her hands.

"What was it all of a sudden......?

"Take a look in the mirror"

Little bags for parties don't even come in wallets. Although it is not suitable for everyday use at all, it is strange because this size is the easiest to use at parties. I have a handkerchief and a hand mirror and a folded bowl.

Small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, but enough to photograph my face.

"Huh..."

The colored hair is beautifully put together and the dough is cute with the braids involved. I can't figure out who Kate's teaching me this stuff from.

And the thing that bothers me the most is the blooming blue rose.

"This… not for voting"

"Mmm... Maria's hair color doesn't look good."

"Do it on your own……………………."

You'll see before you do. I know some blues look good if you look because they are tonal, but this blue rose for voting was a classification that didn't look good.

"I mean, can I use it for this? I got a corner..."

Even when it was a red rose for pre-use, you said you wanted to find out without using it. I think I'd like both red and blue if I thought about the way the color came out.

"You give it to the person you thought was the prettiest."

Take it, take it for granted. I'd rather say what you're talking about.

So for once, I was so convinced. Understand only the letters and leave the meaning of the content behind. I finally swallowed everything after being repeatedly regenerated in my brain on my own.

"Wha......!?

And confused.

"What... Huh!?

"Awesome face"

I accidentally wanted to do it with my laughing cheeks clamped. Whose fault is it, you? That's all on stage, I'm beautiful, so I have to declare it now, but when Kate tells me, it's a different translation.

I know exactly what Mariabelle looks like, and if someone else told me to laugh, it was over.

But Kate thought she wouldn't feel that way about me. I thought you weren't interested in beauty and ugliness first.

"Maria didn't vote because she wanted to lose, but if they thought my vote was going anywhere else, it would be out of her mind."

It's only for a second now, is it really Kate that's in front of you right now? Could it be hallucinations...... just like that?

Swirling thoughts were shredding my calmness more and more, but the wind caressing my neck accidentally forced me to slap my brain. Speaking of which, what is it now, that I was in the middle of a late-night festival?

"Is the wind getting stronger... it's time to go back inside, I'm cold"

"……… yeah."

Taking the hand we were offered as a matter of course, we returned to the venue. Though Kate was so usual that I also became more of an asshole when I was disturbed, and then I never steamed back.

Returning to his room, he remembers himself in a large mirror when he sees a blue rose that blooms in his midst.

Kate's face laughing gently. Although she was in the same outfit as me, the tie was loose and her arms are curly, and the only difference is that the clothing body doesn't look like she's wearing it.

There was no such thing as baptized cool. It was the same Kate as always.

But to me, for that moment... Kate looked like a prince.

I'm angry, so I'll never tell you. Known makes me sick.

I can't believe I was the happiest with such a hard word than to be praised by anyone.