Dear Calcyrust's smartphone emits a ringtone. Prince who goes out and responds to it.

"Oh, yes, I will do that"

The prince who returned the smartphone to his pocket slapped me in the ear.

"Yes!?

"Danger. Right"

I am surprised by what the prince has just said.

"It's nice to work desperately."

This statement is uttered by an aristocratic woman as if she were me. Is that what you mean?

Well, I'm throwing it away today, so I don't care anymore. Wasting time, spending time, and the day ending in this man's overflowing store. Nothing. It's just one day.