Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Gradually, I feel the speed of Master Calcirust has fallen. I don't know how much I was carrying anymore. I have no choice.

I say as I stroke my brilliant calcirust-like hair. Gently. All right. While.

"It'll be tough already. Don't push me... you'll suffer from muscle aches tomorrow, won't you?

Plus the calcirust who glanced at this one said, "No, I'll take you to the end. You're staying today, aren't you?" I hear.

I was oblivious but I was. Your father told you to go to bed in the guest room. It's as if New Year and Christmas have come together to see you again tomorrow with Master Calcirust.

Slow speed, but show the man, Master Calcirast. You work hard. You can count on it. The framed painting on the left hand wall shows a beautiful man in a spilled outfit kneeling and kissing the back of a woman's hand.

Cool, but not as good as Calci Rust. I look like the best man in the world. In fact, it was possible.

I've been up most of the night, but the party won't be over yet. Everyone's gracefully doing wine.

I ask Master Calcirasto with half my interest. While I'm excited.

"Does Master Calcirust drink alcohol? I don't..."

And he said, "There's just a little bit. Now I'd like to have a drink with Maricana..." I love you......