Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

The words remind me of the way Mariabelle has made heroin.

Karma, deserved it, rust out of me. I was scolded and mocked in front of me, and I knew I was the worst villain warrant ever, but the lowest Mariabelle would recognize extra when I descended on myself.

Really, you used to do this to him.

"You can often expose your eyes like that to public. If the Tempest blood is handed down correctly at all, there's no way we can show it to Luna on her birthday."

It's a mouth that goes around a lot. Just like Mariabelle, a race that can plunge people without any resistance with Sarah.

The child grows up looking at his parents. I'm not because I've already grown up to some extent, but I guess this is what happened to them looking at their parents.

It was all about your mother and the Wimpt family that I despised earlier. I mean, their... No, do you mean that Francia's parents don't often think of the marriage of their mother, daughter of the Earl's family, and their father, the Duke? I've been watching and learning a lot about the color of my eyes.

Well, he's a nobleman, and I thought he was loud about the difference in identity or something. Especially since your father and mother have a huge difference in appearance as well as identity. I like my mother, but objectively, I think she's definitely flashy and plain. I can tell extra when you line up because your father is docile.

But I didn't think you'd seriously poke at me.

I wonder if it's because it's a royal division... is it nothing like the Duke's?

Well, it's nothing good.

"I like my eyes, though."

"... you have a bad taste, poor thing"

What kind of reaction did you expect?

I frowned all the time saying that Lady Francia was uncomfortable to me without crying or calling and on the contrary not changing one complexion.

You wanted me to cry, you wanted me to call you, or you wanted me to be angry. Anyway, I think I wanted to see my words dictate my emotions.

But I'm sorry, but I haven't been a villain to Dada five times this time.

If you don't know what the doer wants from the doer, the human (Mariabel) won't fall that far.

"Even if my eyes were tough for Francia, I couldn't help it. Because it's up to people to see how I look."

The fact is, I don't think I can help it if they hate me. I apologize if I did something, but if you don't care what I look like, there's nothing more I can do. Because there is only one way to get plastic surgery, and there is nothing more I can think of than disgust from her.

There's no such thing as being frightened by the death flag. I'm surprised, and I don't know what that means, but that's all.

"So if my eyes are uncomfortable, that's fine. Good luck keeping me out of sight."

Finally, I laughed nicely at him. That's it, with the meaning of saying.

Let's just get this over with or we'll make a scene. It hurts my gaze just now because it's in the middle of a bunch of kids, and it's one-on-seven.

Why should I be threatened with something like this when my goal is only to end the day inconspicuously?

"If I can't help you, excuse me"

Lightly, Francia, turn your back on the line.

Don't panic, don't make noise, be graceful, it's nothing - so pretend to be the wind.

I feel like my gaze is guzzling my back because I refuse to.

Oh, I forgot to find the brownie......

× × × ×

Through a ray-like gaze, sit in one of the chairs arranged between the walls. To enjoy the sweets I had taken, I chose a place that was as discreet as possible, not far from the children's gathering.

There's still room on the plate, and Brownie was untrained, but I don't have the guts to go back there.

Place the plate on the side table to cut it off, hand in from the cookies, the macarons and financiers are delicious.

A boulder royal party, all excellent!

The amount and size were no big deal, so I proceeded to eat well, and the last shoe cream I ate was a double cream filled with custard and raw cream.

It was delicious, no brownies but very satisfying.

But if you eat something sweet, your throat is dry.

"Shall I bring you some tea………?"

Tea would be nice if I could, but they say it's a common people's drink. That's not what I have here. Because the juice was too sugary and the other way around, my throat seemed dry.

I guess I'll have a straight tea here without difficulty.

"This way, please"

"What…………?

I want to get rid of the plate, too, and that's what I thought, so I tried to get up. I was called out before the result.

I looked up bent over because I was in the middle of slapping my skirt.

First, a white teacup caught my eye. Simple but tasteful design, edged blue only by the mouth of the drink on white.

Next, water color.

A shade more reminiscent of water than the sky, much shorter than I know but leaving a shadow, it worked well enough to silence me.

"Hey, why..."

"I was hoping for some tea, if you please."

"No, you know, not...!

Why are you talking to me normally!

First time! And if I could, who I didn't want to meet! For me, of course.

"... Oh, excuse me. You were rude without a name."

The man laughed nicely and lowered his head with his hands on his chest when he placed the teacup on the side table.

"I am Tuvalu Mirianda, son of Marquis Mirianda."