Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"Oh, it's dangerous!

My sorry voice of "heh" approx. Master Calcirust held me and jumped. There was a sound of cancer and a planting pot fell in the original position. It's cracked. Looking up, a woman asks, "Are you okay!? I'm sorry, carelessly," he kept apologizing.

But now, if you'd let us get hurt, it would have been obvious to you, Mr. Civilian. The man's apology was permanent. Even a flat apology is a machine gun talk. That's enough. If that's enough......

Proceed with your legs even as you relax. Then somehow my finger moved. pointing to the right. I wonder what it is. My fingers are moving at will even though I have done nothing in particular. It bothers me very little. It makes sense. But I also feel creepy somewhere. I can't even tell you that it's not a ruse for someone bad to manipulate and bore them with magic or something, to make them struggle...