Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Still going through the tunnel. Walking but walking, but some refreshing emptiness is spreading the cerebral cord. The anxiety surrounded by the enchantment is standing in front of me like a door.

"Dear Calcirust, it's cold."

One calcifier, Mayria. I don't care how you interpret this. Even though people say it's stuffy and miserable if it's not like this. You want me to point you at a vector of anger?

"Mr. Maelia, did you catch a cold?

"Come on, what do you think"

Even sweeter to Master Calcirasto's remarks, Mrs Maelia, oh, that's frustrating. The outrage is about to erupt. Still a tunnel. Never-ending tunnel.