Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Whoa, it's dangerous. I almost dared to tackle a trash can the height to the blue waist. Darkness is a pain in the ass. It keeps going. "Nyah," he also sounded like a cat, but through. This is not the case with cats now.

"Wow, Maricana, there's a cat!

Oh, there was an animal lover! You're farther away again. You're already an unidentified, ominous library.

Master Calcirust rejoices, no, stroking the cat to a level that may be the realm of ecstasy. The cat seems a little confused. Well, I guess it's safe because it doesn't mean I'm going to punch angry hair in the sky.