Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

On the day of my fate, I was so nervous that I didn't express myself. My heart is getting painful complaining of overexertion, but I can't help it because I don't know how to calm down.

A few hours after the contest starts, there's no escape gap if you don't have the earliest time to get lost.

The belly of the appearance is bracketed, but the problem is after the appearance.

Master Christine is serious and wants to beat me.

So I also…… I really need to figure out how to lose.

"……… how do we lose?"

Working hard to win is probably easy. Regardless of whether you can actually win, I can somewhat imagine how you can do everything in your power to win.

However, losing... how can I not work hard? The quickest thing to do is pull it off in the room, but if I can do that, I won't worry about it. All I want is to look as serious as I can and lose the result.

The rumors surrounding me have been good lately. It would help if they pulled my leg.

Those who show a sense of justice when it comes to rumors, those who, on the contrary, take sides with those who are badly told, those who consider rumors to be separate from battles, those who are not originally interested in rumors. It depends on who you target, but if you sound to someone, it doesn't sound to someone. And that my hopes don't resonate with anyone.

"Uh, how many minutes later......?

Contest contestants are supposed to gather in the booth by the time they show up, but I can't believe they have to stick me in someone who recognizes me as evil... Wow, trouble. For once, Mr. Christine doesn't think I'm the killer, but it's more like a stance that the killer doesn't matter to anyone.

Her seriousness came through, and that's why I really decided to lose for myself, too. I don't get any ideas even a few minutes before the production.

"That... Maria, don't you have to go yet?

"We have to get together, don't we?

"El, Primera"

"We're gonna go check it out too... are you okay?

"Yes, thank you………………."

The contest is something that all school students see, but they are free to enter and exit. Freedom no matter who and where you see it because it's not like a rally. They say the participation turnout is pretty high.

Anyway, from the onstage, I can see everyone and him together, but I feel somewhat relieved to know where my friends are...

Kate probably won't come, so I'm glad you're alone.

"I'll take it as hard as I can!

"I won't support you, but I'll burn you for that minute"

It's my friend's sunshine, I know how it feels. I know I would if I were in the position of the two of you, but I'm sorry. Don't expect much this time.

I couldn't say that I was willing to lose because of the boulder, and I laughed vaguely.

× × × ×

"Maria."

Reflecting his unwillingness to go, he was called from behind on his way to the modem in a slow foothold.

I didn't have to look at the Lord of the Voice to find out, and when I actually looked back, it was the person I imagined to be there.

"Kate! I thought you weren't coming."

"I skip somewhere during the contest"

I knew...... I'm not really interested in this stuff originally and I'm definitely not compulsive, I'm not good at places where there are a lot of people, so that wouldn't come.

"Then why are you here... it's time for more people?

"Yeah, I know. I'm just here to see how things are going."

"Hmm?"

"This time, you look okay."

There are rumors in addition to the contest. He must have been worried because the smoke was rising all the time in the absence of fire. Because we rely on each and every incident, we can naturally say that we are worried about it and we feel sorry for it.

I used to cry when I saw Kate's face, but apparently it's a lot calmer than I think it is myself.

If Kate says she's okay, I guess she's right. Kate knows me better than I do.

"You just have to do what Maria thinks."

"Oh... yeah, thanks"

"See you later."

A slightly rough palm tickled his scalp before flickering as he walked away. We'll find a place to skip. The usual flowerbed, maybe.

Drop me off my back and I'll go to the depot to finish my business.

I heard voices from inside before my fist slammed the door loosely to knock.

"Really… I wonder what kind of nerves you have"

"I agree. That's the Tempest family, I think."

I hear the word Tempest and my hand stops. I wasn't expecting it, but I was surprised it was Tempest, not Mariabelle. Speaking of which, they said quite a few things about our house being out of power... especially your mother and me.

Although there is no criticism of watches based on family style and hands, it is not entirely acceptable. Instead, good men who are clean and white cannot cross the noble world and protect their family names. My father, who is sweet and kind to me, is not an unspoilt hand, I guess.

I know you didn't even say that. Because I can't possibly change your fathers' personality from the roots to the roots in an attempt to spend my life plotting. Because I live a much rarer life than people, but my parents are still much more adult.

"I don't choose the means if it's for my desire… it's that Duke's bloody way."

"Being shameless... speaking of which, your mother is also a person who is not aware of disproportions."

The colour of the mockery is passed on separately from the door. Laughing with your nose must also be ugly and distorted in your mouth.

To them, I am certainly evil. I'm not going to make any further excuses about that, and I know very well that it's my responsibility to leave the rumors behind.

Based on that, let me say... Rumors and subjectivity are the only things I can often say that much about these guys.

"You thought you were going to win. I was in a hurry when Chris beat me in advance."

"Totally...... over-conscious is horrible. Spoiled mention, I can't believe you can't accept reality."

It's all different from one to ten. Bogus. I almost got my tongue pounded by accident, so let's just keep opening the door without a knock.

I thought so, but my fist stops reinforced by the words that followed.

"Dear Chris, please be careful what you do."

"Lending your costume is so white... you might be up to something"

"… I will do all I can."

The troublesome, slightly sobering voice belonged to the only person among the contestants who could discern.

My powerful hands let loose and drooled. Without knocking, suddenly entering and surprised, he receives a voice from the inside.

The subject will change because the party won't come on board, but I don't care.

Step back and keep your heels back. It was the nearest place to go with a quick leg. The door opened without force making a good noise, but fortunately none of them came in response to the noise.

Stand in front of the sink and wash your hands without dirt. The sound of the water and the coolness of the flow made me feel cool with my head.

In the mirror in front of me is an iron mask with no emotions. The joy and sorrow fell out, but the raw and warm nausea coming up my throat was disgusting.

Although the assembly time has already passed, and given the time for preparation, we cannot waste another second. The starch accumulating in my stomach was more of a problem than that.

"……… obnoxious"

Yes, that's one word. I am frustrated now, or more importantly, angry boiled repeatedly.

The fact that they told me about my parents on their own, the fact that they laughed at me on their own, and the fact that the rumors were buried between them on their own.

And most importantly, the thing about Mr. Christine stabbed me right in the heart.

It doesn't matter about me or my family, and it's not her fault that rumors are spreading in a direction that doesn't clap.

Still, the reason I'm here is because of Master Christine herself.

I didn't want you to take refuge. I'm the perpetrator, she's the victim, and I don't think the current schematics make sense of what Master Christine said.

Still, angry is angry.

They told me to blur for my innocence and still try to stand on the arrow honestly without abstaining because they thought she meant it. Big time? That's how important it is to me.

That's what she does for herself.

My current situation originally dragged him in without even listening. I'm not going to complain directly because I think it's bad for me to get flushed, but I guess I'm allowed to hit eight.

Otherwise known as Luna's fiancée caught in Master Christine's love affair, she pulled my hand. Why am I such a jerk when she's in a straight line of goals?

I don't think it's commensurate with how much I deserved to be flushed.

"Phew..."

Close your eyes and breathe deeply once. I swallowed it without spitting it out, and my eyes met mine in the mirror.

Eyes with a tight impression up your eyeballs, eyes against pale shades. Egg skin with white and no pore concept present. The raised corner of the mouth always creates an ironic smile and the bright red color is more seductive.

Making the same face as your father, the same dye as your mother.

Beautiful but bad personality, bad personality but beautiful.

Realizing the impending time, I'm sure there's a lot of ridicule in the modem for not having me. Are you making fun of me for being late or are you scorned for running away?

But I already felt like I could do both.

I fixed my hair with my hands and my favorite hair decoration still shines today. As usual, it's the same as usual, nothing special.

I smiled at myself in the mirror in the morning, as I did after washing my face.