Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I remember feeling uncomfortable when I take away the contents of humans as if they were shredded with rags at my convenience. It hardened for a moment. The sweat sprays out from the palm of the grip. My body is aware of it, but it's still strange. Something invisible is working. It could be the god of this world, it could be the world itself.

The problem is that I can't get off the bus once, even if I get off here. To reach someone who has a world very similar to this maiden game, it is necessary to be somewhat impossible, and consider whether there is any new Discover from the moving prison. There was a thin membrane in the cerebral membrane, and it became a pathetic animal that lost its silhouette so that its eyes could even write uncertain glasses to see the truth of things.