Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

A day that doesn't end. Don't listen to your body on the boulder. Let's take a break here. It's time for the next stop. This is the worst day of my life. The dress that is coming is also tired somewhere. Like magic, you're sleeping... Wait, magic? Concentrated. Something sticks around. Something I can't see. I slapped my cheeks aggressively. I woke up completely. It's kind of skeptical. Trap?

Time passes by. That's what makes an ideal day sound empty. I wonder if I will be treated like a god beast sealed in this timeline while I'm in jail today... there's a ceiling over my head. I'm back. I don't know why. The soldiers are sticking to each other with their spears and searching for anything unnatural. It's like a konyaku. The konyaku bus, and the chair started pulling. I'm glad it's not wet.