Blooming in Different World is a Lily Flower

Fuuka Hamilton was drinking morning tea.

... tea.

That color filled with cups reminds me of a woman with black brown hair who took everything from me.

Until three years ago, everything should have gone well.

A privileged home environment.

Although marriage for the benefit of the house to each other, the fiancée is old and near-looking.

- I don't know what to say to myself, but I think it was a smooth and full life. I've been trying just to match it.

Everything has changed since she - Miyako Florence - arrived.

Miyako had a healthy beauty, shining from the inside out.

Undressed words on your teeth, or wisdom.

Fuuka himself knew better than anyone else.

Miyako Florence is fascinating.

"Fuuka. I want Miyako as my bride. Discard my engagement. '

Even when my ex-fiancé Klaus Reinhardt told me that, there's only one thing Fuuka thought about.

- "Oh, I knew it".

Even then, I wasn't just holding my hand.

As the Count Hamilton family, Fuuka's home, I never wanted to lose my engagement with the Marquis family in character.

I have done all I can to turn around Reinhardt, who will be distracted by Miako.

I also had to use some black hands to meet my parents' expectations.

Still.

When I was told to break my selfish engagement, I did more - convinced, than regretted or miserable.

I felt like I had known for a long time that I would do that myself.

Yes, as if it were a defined destiny or something.

You shouldn't think about it.

Ugh, and sigh.

Place the cup on the saucer.

"Come on, there's a lot to do. Wow! … again, I need your father to turn around"

My father, the head of the Hamilton family, was badly disappointed in Fuuka, whose engagement to the Marquis had been abandoned.

And now I'm obsessed with searching for my sisters' fiancée, as if I totally discerned Fuuka.

Hookah, who is treated as if he were not here, nevertheless made an effort.

Economics.

Commerce.

Languages of countries.

White magic.

I learned greedily what I needed to live from now on.

So far my father won't turn around.

Still, he's letting his betrothed "scratchy" daughter live the same life.

Still, it makes no difference that it is a privileged environment.

"Well, let's read a famous book from a neighboring country in its original language today."

So.

So do this.

"............ go somewhere"

Yes, somewhere.

"I want to escape, sir."

I can't believe I want to escape.

If the Prince of the White Horse (Hero) shows up to take himself somewhere far away - I can't believe it.

I don't think you should.

"Master Fuuka!

"Huh!? Huh, who!? What is it?

At that time, the door to the room opens with momentum.

The wind blows in through the window, shaking the lustrous dark hair and skirt of the hookah.

"Please, come with me!

It was - Miyako Florence - standing there.

The woman who took everything from herself.

The hookah is taken lightly.

Come with me?

What are you talking about?

In the distance, I hear servants rushing to sudden (so unlawful) visitors.

As a proud Hamilton lady here, you have to pay close attention to an unknown visit.

A woman with her eyes shining in front of her should be a hateful love enemy.

So give me a hand I can reach out to.

It shouldn't be possible to take this hand.

The woman with dark brown hair shaking in the morning wind kneels like a white horse prince (hero) and takes the hand of a hookah.

I don't care if my skirt gets on the floor. I kneel in front of myself, my former rival stares at a hookah in the upper hand.

"Dear Fuuka... I have always admired you"

Ah.

The proud Countess herself.

I can't believe I took that hand - it couldn't have been, it should have been.