Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

Apparently the contest has already begun, colorful cheers on the gorgeous lights

Though the footprint is light, there is no particular need to hurry.

Given the voices I hear and the names they call me, my turn is just a few moments away. Totally late when it comes to preparation, but no problem.

Through the modem, there were a lot of people on stage sleeves who not only matched the contestants but also the operators.

In uniform, a face without makeup. There's nothing funny about him not being the same as usual, which is why he's not in the right place.

"You, that outfit…………………"

The face of Mr. Christine, who doesn't even remember his surprised name. Both soon turn into glances accusing me, but that doesn't work for me.

This is my fault for running away and letting myself be in the flow. I'm free to just wish I'd stood around faster and better, but time doesn't wind back. That's unless it's also an auto and loop life.

I was the one who watered and raised him. Even so... it was you, Master Christine, who sowed the seeds. I have no need or obligation to fight like you on your well-prepared stage.

I won this battle because I lost. My purpose is to show Lady Christine.

"Ma, Dear Mariabelle……………"

Is it the students who are hosting or doing something who have been calling out to me? When you look at the fact that you have a script, it doesn't seem like a mistake.

I'm not ready at first sight, but it's time. My turn when someone comes back on stage right now. I know you want me to take a standby, but I can tell you're confused about what's going on.

I'm sorry I confused you for nothing, never mind.

"……… What are you going to do?"

"What's going on?

Christine, the costume I lent her, looks the most beautiful even though someone dressed it for her. The expression is rude, but the beauty is beautiful at every moment.

They felt they were insulted either way, whether they were trying to roll it in smoke or simply making fun of it. One eyebrow raised.

But please don't take this the wrong way.

I'm serious. Answer you for real, I'm seriously going to go lose.

"As you do your best… I'm here for me, too"

Somewhere someone breathes. Did you understand when and what I heard and have a consciousness that what you said was unpleasant when you heard it?

Then you should pick a few more places. All I can say is foolishness in the pussy knowing I'm coming. Were you not to be asked but you wanted it to be scratched or was it also a mazo aspect of enjoying the thrill? Either way, but if you're actually mental enough to be asked and in a hurry, you should stop. If you don't want to retaliate against me, then why don't you just pay me back?

"This is a battle. I also understand your seriousness. Even so... it doesn't necessarily go the way you drew"

There is absolutely no battle. If there's a scenario, that's eight hundred, and I'm sure that's what I'm trying to do now, in some ways, but I can't help it because the assumption is the opposite.

Master Christine will not engage to win, and I will lose.

"You've got the wrong guy to challenge."

If we had talked and understood each other, I'm sure there wouldn't have been this stage. That was because of Master Christine who ran wild, and because of me who was flushed out because it was troublesome. Dear each other, both successes and failures.

So I'll put a proper end to this place, that's my responsibility. I don't know about the aftermath, but the engagement story... it's not something I can do.

There is a voice calling my name. Someone who was on stage until just now came back and was upset by what I looked like. Did you think you escaped, or did you dress like you are now?

Either way. It is from now on that I will vandalize the place in the true sense.

I dazzled for a moment when I got out of the dark stage sleeve. The lights turned bright in front of me, and the quiet venue was like being alone. I saw a landmark showing the center of the stage in my blurred vision and just went straight there.

When the footsteps stop, the venue turns to pieces this time.

Each and every one of them has a small voice, but if we rally, it sounds loud. There was a lot of noise and I couldn't grasp the content, but I could feel the discontent color.

On the stage I opened it, I can see the audience's face much better than I expected.

In the seventh row from before, there was Primera holding both hands anxiously and Elle groaning. Such a front row, I used to get a place... he was really looking forward to it. It broke my heart to betray the thought, but that was all.

Malice, aversion to me overflowing with this occasion. I used to feel it many times, the gaze of rebellion against Mariabel.

At a time when nothing could be done and all I could do was lurk my breath in a winning stupid woman. It was so hard that I wanted to truncate all of my senses. All the arrows that stab me through the mask Mariabelle are painful and sad and I can't swallow them.

That's what's pouring on me now. Towards me I have stood, moved and walked of my own free will. Malice towards me without a single mask.

There are no more Villain Warrant Ladies before construction. Though at my own risk, this situation, which I can blame myself for, is very similar to sin being pushed. I feel clearer than I did that day.

The voice reaches everywhere without a microphone on stage. I don't really understand the structure, though. I appreciate the fact that I don't have to speak up to get through the claims.

I breathe a little more into my eyes as my colorful hair confuses my buttocks.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you do not have to vote for me"

A moment of silence, on the verge of an inflated balloon exploding. People who can't swallow my words stop moving, work out again. It was well understood that the contagion was seen from above.

Those who still have good products around where the curse doesn't fly. He is well educated around inner distortions not being heard. Well, it's still sweet, so the expression says censure, contempt, disgust.

The hustle and bustle go away and the sound just goes away around me. It seems like a solo stage, and I'm sure it does.

On this occasion, I'm alone. Though a few of my people can't come up either.

Still, I'm here. There is always someone in this world who defends and believes in me.

You can do what Maria thinks.

That's what Kate said, so it's okay.

"I know I'm beautiful."

Nobody tells me, nobody else, and I know this myself. This hair, skin, eyes, the blood that goes around, is the greatest masterpiece I've ever inherited from my beloved parents.

I know my parents are beautiful. That's why it's only natural that I'm beautiful when my two beloved daughters.

Because I'm not interested. Even if someone else in red calls me beautiful... even if I call these rare eyes creepy. Even shards are unnecessary ratings for me.

I know I'm beautiful.

More than anyone, I know myself.

I won't let anyone deny it, I won't let anyone make a choice. I'm beautiful, that's the truth with the facts.

"You can decide what kind of feelings you have about me and what kind of rumors you have right now."

I have told the whole truth and I declare that I am not the right killer... to those who were on the scene.

The rumors are changing, so it's a hassle to go in now. It stinks and it's happening now, but the party to the rumor isn't in a position to deny it or affirm it. Even though it's a party.

"I will not enter the vote. You don't have to. I... am not interested in winning."

If you raise a fundamental problem, then don't answer it. Forgive me because I'm not voluntary.

I should have made a few more self-appeals in this flow, but I've run out of things to say. No claims, no publicity.

Pick your skirt and lower your head slowly.

Although the uniform was originally frilly, the silhouette turned out to be the same because there were many decorations.

Waiting for me pulling into the stage sleeve was like Christine with a stunned look on her face. They don't even have the calmness to poke at me anymore. The others are frowning at the scorn.

It's the lowest rating for a welcome to a human after the stage, but right now I felt refreshed to be able to spit out the starch that had accumulated in my stomach.

The end result is that there has been a great deal of madness and pre-voting has become meaningless.

Christine, who was the winning candidate, had fallen in rank due to harassment and rumours, and was still in third place. I don't know how the winner was beforehand... I don't know because the two of us were just bluffing and the others were antagonizing.

And I'm the one who went all out to lose, but that, of course, ended at the bottom of the punch. It wasn't... as planned, but if it's over, it's all good.