Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

February 14th...... I think a lot of people know what day that is. Yes, it's Valentine's Day.

There is talk of a chocolate industry conspiracy in one theory. I wonder if students still have the impression that it's just a weekday and not a substitute for that.

At least, it was to me that I lived in reality. I can't believe I prepared chocolate thrilled... Oh, I don't remember what to do.

Just because this world is real and not real. No, nothing but reality for me...... should be. I'm a little unsure because it was fully automatic until a while ago, but now that I've taken it off, it's the world I live in properly.

But before that, as a big premise, this world is a maiden game.

You all know that, don't you? Valentine's Day in the first place is the day to convey your thoughts with chocolate to anyone you like.

Yes, imagine. That must be the answer.

─ Naturally, you can't be missed, can you?

"Chocolate?"

As soon as I went to school, I noticed Primera and Elle peeking at one book for two... but apparently they were looking at the recipe book. Some delicious treat painting looked chilling with the numbers.

"I'm thinking of renting a kitchen for my next vacation."

"It's unusual for Elle to be with you."

I know because Primera often gives me handmade treats, but I didn't think Elle was more of a bad category... I can handle a dish that has a certain amount of discipline, but I think I heard that I don't like making treats that fail if I don't weigh in nicely.

That's the same for me, so I've never been invited to anything like that by Primera before. It's the usual way to get what you can, listen to what you have to say.

"Every year, only Valentines swap handmade pieces with each other."

"It's always silly to have it, so it's like Valentine's Day."

…………

"……… Maria?

"Oh, sorry, a little bit of black history………"

……

I'm sorry for the two strangely necked people, but I can't explain all this, so let me pass. I can't believe I explained that during my time as a villain. It just makes me talk less mental. Gory sharpened and I didn't wait to die, it's hard.

But yes, it's already that time of year... Time flies fast because of the evidence that I'm old, but I want to think that there's too much going on and the feeling of date is paralyzed. I thought about five times as hard as I had assumed when I went up to school, so it was a hell of a hard mode from the first year. If there's more heroin in this, it's hell...? I thought something like that, but when I think deeply about it, my heart is dying, so let's stop it.

"Maria won't give it to you?

"Is that a question after finding out I don't have a friendship to give me chocolate?

You know I don't have many friends, male or female, right? I don't know what else to think besides Primera and Elle.

"Not so! It means I'm not giving it to Kate."

"Kate......?

Why Kate............ if we are familiar with each other, is my counterpart Kate?

Speaking of which, I've never raised chocolate on Kate... it's only now that I realized Valentine's Day in the first place. Oh, but I've been eating your mother's sweets with her every year, so if I count that, I won't. My mother gave it to my father every year, but to me it was enough recognition that I could eat a lot of her treats. I was a toddler thinking about what to do.

"If you plan to give it to me, how about Maria join me?

"Chocolate......"

On second thought, if it's me and Kate's relationship, it's not weird to give it away, is it? It's more uncomfortable that I've never given it to you. Not because I'm familiar with children, but because I'm left to take care of myself. You give that to someone you like, a friend, someone who took care of you. At least that's what I recognized when I lived in modern Japan.

Luckily, Kate doesn't like sweets, and she likes chocolate. Most of the product has a delicious tongue.

"Well... let's make it."

"So, can we have our dorm kitchen for the next holiday?

"Yep. Ingredients..."

"I'll ask you to do it, you'll be fine."

"…… Yes."

Yeah, that's the rich school for maiden games. I think it's too much to get to Valentine's Day.

× × × ×

On holiday, me and Elle were in a prince's dorm in Primera. I guess we should poke at the contradiction that with prior permission, it's relatively easy to get in and out, looks like a big mess but security is perfect.

Thanks to its subtle clutter and an absolutely unauthorized system if you are a heterosexual opponent, a heroin intrusion event is established... I want you to either be more secure because it's annoying or give permission to a heterosexual opponent as well.

"Good morning, both of you."

"Ohhh."

"Good morning, nice to see you today."

I am no longer surprised by the kitchen, which is so large without proportioning the number of students enrolled. Our dorm is even bigger, and I'm tired of being surprised out of standard.

"You've already decided what to make?

"I'll take care of Primera."

"I'm … raw chocolate, I guess."

No matter how much Primera tells me, I think beginners should start with beginners. Afterwards I am afraid to use the oven or something in this world. Even in my Japanese days when I was scientifically proven safe, I was a kind of person who was worried that it would be too hot to explode.

Wonder if you can use magic, it's warming to the desired temperature! Like, I'm usually scared. We have not forgotten our vigilance for this world to the extent that we cannot be reassured that it is too groundbreaking and does not involve some inconvenience. I'm used to hairdryers and refrigerators because I can't live without fear.

"What did you make of those primera?

"I'm gonna make you two brownies and a bunch of chocolate cookies for seniors."

"... Elle, shouldn't you be like me?

"Uh, why?

I feel a full width trust in Primera for Elle, who tilts her neck with a decent face...... a little more anxiety, in her own confetti making history.

Maybe I don't know how to make brownies...... yeah, I don't. I don't know either, but you can expect it to be difficult. At least mix, cool and complete! I guess not.

"It's okay, because I have the easiest recipe I can get for Elle"

"Yes, it is..."

Oh, this is... every year, right? Got it. I'm telling you that the look on Primera's face is completely assumed. I know it's hard work, but you can't tell the relationship between childhood familiarity from the outside because it can be fun.

Good to see you.

"Yes!"

"Nice to meet you."

Either way, I'm not the one who can worry about people.

After all the hard work of teaching Primera, I think she managed to look beautiful. I enjoyed making it while we were all talking, and I thought Valentine's Day was for fun...? Or so I thought.

After I brought my ability home, I realized.

"... how shall I give this to you"