Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I put my arms in front of my chest and put on an imaginary face.

It's still a bloody man to get into a fight.

A little skirmish develops into a territorial problem between the big countries.

I walk to vending machines and pour a special cafe ole.

I gave in a can of change and brown design.

"Would you like something to drink, Master Calcirust?

"Well, sweeten to your words, strawberry milk,"

Well, that's a cute preference.

I had no choice but to go to the next table because it was also taken to buy it and return to my seat.

"Are you done yet? Already?"

"No, not yet!