The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

By the way, I haven't given up on escaping. I'm thinking and acting on a new means of escape.

"Eh, hey, hey."

With a hanging voice, I slap it.

What you have in your hand is an ash stick in the fireplace. I really just want a hammer, but unfortunately I can't get it here.

"Eh, hey, hey."

It's the wall that beats you as you say it. I found a wall in the corner of the small garment room that was equipped for this room after it was repaired. That kind of place is all brittle. And I set my aim there, and I slapped it, and it came to pass, little by little, that there was a hole.

It was long. It took me three days to drill a hole. And now, the hole is much bigger.

I pounded heavily in the mood. This is the last blow.

I throw away the ash stick and plunge it into the hole. Ugh, if we get out of here, we'll be free this time!

"Hmm?"

I stuck my torso in the first place and I spoke out unexpectedly.

I'm not moving on.

I was bloody distracted.

I try my best to move forward or not, I try to move back or not.

Shit. It's a big failure.

Uh, and I made a noise and it caught my blood.

What, the hole was small? But all the repairs have collapsed, so nothing can be done about it. Then what are the other causes of defeat? No, I don't even have to think about it. I bit my lips with remorse.

- I'm fat.

Yeah, I'm stuck here, I don't even exercise a lot, but I'm out for three meals, and I even eat snacks. I'm fat. Definitely fat.

What I could have done if I had been in my previous shape has now become impossible.

Besides, it doesn't even work at the moment.

Finished. What happens if you find yourself like this, no, I don't want anyone to see you like this before then.

Tears come from grief, remorse and embarrassment in a situation that can't be helped.

Crying hard, I heard a voice from behind.

"Leticia"

It sounds like heavenly help, and it sounds like a devil's whisper.

"Dear Clark..."

Speak out crying. Unfortunately, my head is sticking out now so I can't see my face.

"Why are you doing this..."

I hear confusion. Yeah, yeah, I know exactly what you want to hear.

"I thought I could..."

In exchange for remorse, Master Clark moves to help, confused though.

"Should I pull it"

"Probably."

I could stick my head in it, so if you could pull it from behind, I'm sure it would fall out.

"Let's go, shall we?

Master Clark speaks to me.

"Me."

Master Clark grabs my leg and pulls.

"Ouch. Ouch!

"But I have to be patient."

"No, my leg hurts!

My leg hurts being pulled, not the part that is caught.

"Shh, sorry."

Master Clark apologizes and hands off my feet.

"Will you hold my hips?

"Huh?"

When I suggested it from me, Master Clark gave me a confused voice.

"But if you do, you're gonna touch Letty's pretty ass, too."

"Because you don't have to say it in a cute or weird way. Anyway, now it's an emergency, so I forgive you."

"Why don't you tell me you're gonna stop calling me names because I touched you?

"I won't tell."

What if you care about that in this situation right now!

"So..."

Master Clark puts his hands on my hips with a nervous voice.

"Me."

I get pulled a lot. Ouch.

"Come on, Leticia, it's moving a little."

"That's good..."

"Again, let's go."

Pulled and groaned in pain. We go back inside a little bit over and over again.

"Me."

And finally, it's the last pull. Pong and I fell out of the hole.

The first thing I saw when I fell out was the look of Clark, who sweated and messed up my hair.

I could see my tears twitching again.

"Letty."

"Dear Clark,"

I would look amazing right now. But I can't care less about that. For the first time I hugged Master Clark.

"I did it!

"Oh, you did it!

They held each other tight, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment.