Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What kind of passion is that? I start knee-bending squats and bend them into leg bending letters. Keep breathing with your feet, time after time, build up your workouts, and go for the foot limit.

Looking at the side, Master Calcirust is doing the same exercise, increasing the number of times as fast as I am, grinning and smiling. I can't believe I can afford that, ignoring the drooling sweat, ignoring the frightening knees, and heading for the flowering day of muscle talent.

Gradually the body begins to have fever, the pain hurts and tempts him to give up, but refuses and explores Mr. Mayria with his gaze.

Little, sluggish, and out of sight for the person who is sitting on the bench tasting ice cream.