Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

The first time around I was surprised anyway.

When I open my eyes, suddenly there is no one who can keep up with the high school initiation ceremony and the fact that the word "luxurious" is going to look good in a building. It was really good to think now of the look and actions that were outrageous through inner confusion but do not reflect any of my intentions.

If I had been exposed as it were, I would have had two names, a perverted warrant, not a villain's warrant. I don't like it.

The second circumference passed with a heartfelt cry over the fact that my true wish to be a dream would not be fulfilled 99.9%.

From the third circle, I've already reopened it.

'Cause no matter what you do, no matter what you hate, there's nothing I can do. I can't talk to you of my own free will. I can't move! It's called auto mode.

I had gained a fully automatic body without knowing it. I'm not happy.

And now we have a fifth ending.

Even though I couldn't hear the noise and I didn't close my eyes, my vision darkened at once.

In time, in a few seconds. If you open your eyes, every time you open your eyes, you're familiar with the High Ministry's opening ceremony.

………

In the open view was the pastel pink ceiling.

No, no, why? It should be the gymnasium that I have been deployed to.

"Maria, are you awake?

"Huh..."

It was not the voice of a wild man, nor the voice of a woman with an emphasis on audibility, that reached my ear that was baffling. It was a beautiful, gentle, well-tamed woman's voice.

And the hand that grabs the sleigh that was visible at the edge of his sight. Slowly raise your gaze from your short cut nails.

Pastel purple eyes. Large, round, young looking saggy eyes. The loosely knitted blonde has a delicate decorative hair decoration that suits her well. I get the plain impression in a two-dimensional world where facial deviation digits are mass-produced, but I'm still a pretty enough woman.

But... who? Someone I've never seen before in five circles.

"Maria, if you're awake, let's get dressed."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!?

That's what I say, hands on both sides. Slowly lifted in confusion, I found out what place I had been.

I imagined it from the color of the ceiling, but the pastel pink walls. The windows leading to the balcony are round and adorable. Every piece of white cat foot furniture has a luxurious elegance. And extremely, a crib with a canopy.

Yes, a 'baby' bed with a canopy.

Of course it's about what I slept with just now.

"Oh, ahhh!

"Maria?

"What's going on! 'And I thought I was screaming. Why is it the remains of the plain pseudonym that came out of my mouth? My body's linguistic skills became less than those of a toddler while I was around? Nanisole Crying Kitai.

... Did I just say that?

"What's going on? Are you hungry?

The woman who gives up worrying is probably me, Mariabelle's mother. But when Mariabelle was five years old, she was separated and custody passed to her father... and I think she said it in a few circles. I didn't ask because I couldn't claim myself.

"Uh-huh."

"Maria, you've got a lot to talk about today."

After all, this sounds like my voice. Apparently, the fully automated feature was not running, and expectations were met and betrayed.

Haven't auto modes been an identity? Tell them to do whatever they want after they attack us all? Don't be impotent.

"Ahhh."

"You're in a good mood, you had a good dream?

The opposite is true. I'd rather have dreams now.

The only plain pseudonym that comes out of my mouth no matter how many times I've tried it is not even a word, it's also just 'aye'.

crib, the ability to speak just for a row, and the body that can be lifted to a small woman.

This is, apparently, definitive.

Mariabelle Tempest's sixth life began.

The location is not the start ceremony for the two years of the High Department of the Avantor School of Magic, and there are no fully automatic features.

─ ─ As' Maria the Baby '.