Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Whoa, I'm out of the residential area. Common, common houses. I thought my standard of living might be higher. My old lady giggled and drooled this over here as she made a twist.

"Hello"

Master Calcirust returns it in good faith. You're as serious as ever. I also said the same thing. There may have been an arithmetic saying that would be easy.

Just passing. A senseless, tasteless, dry feeling. I've even been confused about whether I'm alive or not. It's like being trapped in a barn, no, I feel like I've been caught in a trail in the middle of a rare, unusual moment, like a giant walking through a labyrinth. When will it end?