Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"Hehe."

"Ah."

Dear Calcirast from the left, Mayria has been arming herself from the right. It feels like a deer captured by a tiger buckwheat.

"Come on, let's go, Mr. Maricana."

Supporting me from the side of the unstable. Something to please, no, that's not true. My stride has grown naturally, and I feel like I'm in urgent need of acting my fictional self. Somewhere, inside, I can't relax, it itches somewhere.

Slide your feet and step on the ground. A different person is looking at Kyoton and this one. I take my gaze off. Do you mean outside or not crowded?

I guess I'll shake it somewhere. A glance at Mr. Mayria. I'm looking forward and humming. I can't do it very much, me waving a bump.