Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Huh, somewhere groaning, possessed by a desire to cry by God, grasping myself like a crystal of a soul, just to this difficulty that should also be called heavenly, it's unexplained even if you stray the break-through method out of your brain, and for the worst day, you even feel like a library is running away, flirting with the high-tide blow of disgust, like a disappearing stall ship, somewhere ugly, fussing up and down, not here in your heart, no, I predicted a dream, I think so.

Mr. Mairia is delighted to be assisted by holding hands with Master Calci Rust. Win and laugh at this one.