Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Dark world. Shadows and light. Evil manners and righteous messengers. Killers and angels. Those who have given up their lives and fruit rewards.

Exhaust gas stinks. Drifting cold air has a bad spiritual hunch. I wonder why you're here. Maybe because of the sweet thought circuit. I'm already short. I want to run on a deer's back. Cross the field, cross the mountain, cross the river.

Why shouldn't I wish on God? Let the divine Buddha plug in the light of a single article in prayer. I wish angels would blow trumpets and guide us down the road to the library.

"Hmm."

Master Calcirasto and Mr. Mairia go forward. Nothing holds your legs back. It's just that the road continues.