The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

Since then the prince has stopped touching me.

This will make you very comfortable.

I was so relieved, but I wasn't.

"Letty, you're so cute today."

Drinking tea with me, Master Clark smiles and dictates to me.

Yes, I made a mistake then.

The truth is, I should have told you to stop talking. What's more, I should have also told you not to come to this room when you don't need it.

I am now in great regret.

I think I'm going to use that magic word again, but yes, I've seen it become ineffective many times.

Miss. I only have one word for that.

"Leticia, let me hear that beautiful voice"

"I want you to shut up."

"I don't think that's possible."

grin with a grin.

I, uh, sigh in front of me. Very disrespectful, but Master Clark doesn't care.

"Leticia, you're a very hard worker, and I've always seen you like that."

"Really?"

I adorn Master Clark, who tries so hard to dictate. Maria is twitching in the back. She likes people's romance stories. I guess I can't help but worry about my interaction with Master Clark.

I sighed once more to Master Clark, who tells me what he likes about me.

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"So what do you think I should do?

"No, I don't."

Speaking to my tea drinking buddy Brit, I got a voice back that didn't seem to interest me.

"Just stick around and do it till you can get away."

"Such a mess"

"By the way, I'm betting on those who stick together"

"Don't use people for gambling."

To put it softly, the brittle hands on the tea candy with a cool face. Maria pours a replacement and sneers.

"I bet those who stick too!

"You mustn't remember anything about betting!

Maria is grinning at my cry.

What do you teach innocent children? Even though he stares at the brittle boy, he rinses his tea with a strange face.

"I don't care about your troubles. I'm more interested in how to drop your brother."

"If you push your tits"

"You're not going to advise me either."

It's your habit to be rude and unwilling to answer first!

"But, well, you can't talk to a prince."

"Why not?"

Turn your gaze to the burrito who mouths the tea treats. He's cheeky with a cool face.

"Don't dictate. How do you get them to like you?"

"Come on?"

"If I told you not to do that, you'd be caged by a tempered prince, wouldn't you?

"I don't like that!

"Then make him a way out."

The brit child tells me to snort.

But hey.

"You don't want to convince me when you tell me."

"You're selling a fight, aren't you?

"Maria, please."

"Listen to me!

Let's exude the stress of being a burrito. That's what I decided. I included the tea Maria had brewed in my mouth.