Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I drowned like this. Hold hands tight with remorse.

Contact the soldier.

The woman who was manipulating the computer in the corner of the room was the first to report it on a business call.

The man sat fluttered back in the desk chair, sprinkled with cigarettes and loosened the purple smoke. Slightly giggling.

I heard a knock. Master Calcirust is here to help?

"Yes, yes, you can open it now"

It was a musculoskeletal soldier standing across the door. I'm afraid of my eyes.

"Arrest this child. Criminals."

"Please accompany me to the interview room."

"Yes."