Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I stare low again because I'm free. A fun group of students eating and walking with their teeth pulling yakitori out of their skewers. Girls in high school? I would be like that too...... No, I'm a courtier, or if I do that, you'll fly back and forth. Hold on, Marikana.

The grilled chicken daughters in sailor clothes are leaving. I wonder if I'm going somewhere. Karaoke or something? Sounds like fun. I'm some kind of bird in a basket, not at all, no more.

Oh, we all look like rears. I frown and wrinkle between my brows. Sad, too sad, I wonder what's wrong. I haven't heard from Mr. Calcirust at all, and I'm not leaving him alone too much.