Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

Okay, well, one day I was living a life of stress endurance, where life optimism was smashed in a few days, and I couldn't move on while I stood back. I was troubled in a greenhouse with colorful roses blooming, with an alias for Rose Garden.

I noticed. Instead of... I was trying so hard to pretend not to look at it, but I could stand in front of it and not move. And there was a limit to ignoring it. If I were a normal three-year-old, I probably wouldn't have noticed, but unfortunately I'm not a normal, honest, pure three-year-old.

So I realized. I would have been happy if I hadn't noticed, but I did.

Me...... the servants hate me!!

That's a lot of damage when you realize it again. My heart was decided.

Speaking of which, at the ending, Mariabelle hated the whole school, the people she'd been surrounding her with like she had returned her palms... it was laughable because it was all automatic, but I couldn't stand it if that one came to me. Besides, it's a good place to stick to the target of the attack... life and shame. I'm not talking about black history.

That's what we talked about. Anyway, my servants hate me.

That said, the other one is an adult, this one is three years old (looking), and there is no easy to understand disgust, nor is it mean. If you do, you're fired. There's no way my father would keep his mouth shut.

Then why did I notice?

"Um, you know..."

"I brought you one, lady."

"…… Thank you."

And?

"My hair is soaking..."

"I can tie it now, ma'am"

And?

"Um..."

"What is it, ma'am?"

Well, there's a lot of other things, but the problem is that they're all faceless.

That's right, it was originally a maiden game, and all the servants are beautiful, but the beauty of the expression is scary. And it's inorganic to the tone, so extra. What, are you all emotional?

Plus, not only that.

"Um, Mother..."

"Ma'am, your wife is busy."

Because every time I try to talk to my mother every time, I get in the way!

You're busy, you're lying, right? You were in your room normally! Don't interrupt parent-child communication!

"……… tough"

Why do I have to have such a hard time talking to my mother? I need to talk to your mother and find out what caused the divorce!

"…… It was so gentle."

Before breastfeeding, my mother, who took care of me, was sweet and cute, and I loved it in an instant.

I remember every time you laughed at me, my anger at the limbs that I wouldn't listen to disappeared. Well, there was something close to torture in the meal time after that... yeah, I can't remember.

The reason my mother divorced my father.

Someone who loves me and the reason I left home leaving my daughter.

I can't imagine. Not at all, not at all, unexpected.

"Why can't I help you...... or something?

The circumstances of the house, the couple's circumstances and speculation spread, but none of them are pinned down because too little information is available about the characters.

In the past five weeks, Mariabelle has been completely indifferent to her mother, so none of the topics related to her mother have come up in the game, not even her name. Of course, the character design doesn't exist, so for the first time in my sixth circle, I knew Mariabelle's face.

In other words, there is zero preliminary knowledge like the targets, heroines, and fathers that have actually been involved in the past five weeks. Information on your father's side is not enough to stop the divorce of your parents, which can be called the first gate, or rather, it does not begin without information on your mother's side.

So I want to talk to your mother and get information at all costs...

"I mean, why can't I see you!

Back to the shake out. Yeah, I knew it wouldn't start without seeing you!

I shouted out loud unexpectedly. It's time for stress to be the limit.

As a Duke's wife, I shouldn't have waved up my hands and shouted dissatisfaction, but I'm fine here. This rose garden is where I found myself walking around the mansion wondering if I could manage to be alone, tired of what I say and do every day. At first, I was nervous that there might be some disgraceful Nobu maid, but now I'm so used to sitting in a gym on a chair. I'm sad to think that's all I keep getting in the way.

"…… Mimi, I'd like to…"

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!?

I explained now that I'm the only one here who doesn't need to worry...

Withdrawal, there was a man. Very bad. I was completely distracted right now.

How long? Physical education sits on a chair, and it's a horseshit from. Instead of being a lady, I'm usually less of a woman, and I'm a three-year-old.

The picture surface is too surreal.

"Uh... uh, yes, since when... eh"

"I was first."

"Oh, yes..."

I mean, it's been seen since the beginning.

And a grand solitaire. Also the flow from the gym seats to the Hussein.

Can I cry?

"... I showed you a miserable whisker, sorry buckwheat"

There is no point in working on it now, but there is little information to reopen it.

First......... this child, who?

There's only one child in the Tempest family, it's just me, and the servants are single, or just people who already stand alone, even if they have children. I'm supposed to be the only one with a childish child.

The child in front of me is a toddler as old as I am.

Brown hair with brilliant angel rings, flax eyes like sweet milk tea. I feel intimate as a compatriot with my slightly connected eyes, but the straight-haired, sarcastic is jealous. Do you dislike me when my maids desperately set me up every day? It works great.

But... who is it, after all?

At least it's not a target of attack. Hair, eyes, different colors.

"I am Mariabel, the son of this house. I wonder who you are."

He said it himself, and I think how busy he is. It's not what a three-year-old said, looking too closely from the top against the first meeting.

But I want you to let me make an excuse. I'm Mariabelle. Not in the sense of being a villain, I am Mariabelle Tempest, a tempest family courtier, in a position where I am required to behave accordingly, whether I am three years old or not.

Even so, I have always lived in auto mode. Even if it's because Mariabelle is now, my self is already established in auto mode. There's no way I can be the Duke's Lady, who says Mariabelle's body and mind. If I'm forced to, I'll sue you for denial of personality.

Of course, that's why I don't think I can transfer responsibility or relinquish it. As much as I spent the last five times wearing a cat, I've never had a chore.

The problem was that the cat that could be worn was Mariabelle. It was too late to notice.

"I want to be alone now. Can you leave?

Please don't let me increase my black history any more.

"……… no talking"

Thanks for the straightforward statement. Kids are honest. But if you tell a girl she's weird, she's not hot!

"Don't talk like you normally do. When you were alone earlier, it was normal."

"... you're still listening to me."

I had a desire, but I was crushed by wood dust.

"Who says I can't see you?

…………

"To whom?

Don't mess with me, this kid. It wouldn't even be that interesting.

I ended up losing more of my roots to a boy who was supposed to show in his attitude that he didn't want to answer but didn't pull any strings. The kid's, "Why? 'Attacks are too pure to avoid.

"……… Mother."

"Mother... of you?

"Yes, my mother. Because I'm busy, I can't even hang out."

I don't even know if I'm really busy. When I went to see her again today, it was the Nobu Maid who handled it, and instead of seeing her mother, I couldn't even see her face.

"… I don't want to, maybe not"

Maybe your mother doesn't want to see me.

That's what I've been driving to the corner of my heart to keep turning away. Why can't I see you, because they don't want to see you. It would be most natural to think so.

I'm not, it can't be, I've looked at another possibility over and over again, but your mother won't see me for how wide I've got my horizons. The servants, your father, they won't let me see you because you're busy or tired.

And your mother doesn't come to see you herself.

I can't even talk to my only daughter as a mother, but I'm the only one who wants to see her and goes to see her. I want to see my mother for a very important purpose right now, but even if she were a true Maribel, three years old, she would surely miss her mother. When I was three years old, I wanted to sweeten my mother and father a lot. Most of all, for the child, for the daughter, the mother is special, and no matter how much the father loves himself, I still want a clear love from the mother.

"Maybe I'm the only one who wants to see you."

The more you put it in your mouth, the more that seems to be true. Am I the only one who wants to see you or has feelings for your parents and children? I don't think so.

Was it also my illusion that you seemed nice? I hope not, but I don't have the judgment material.

Stuck, so to speak. Wall in front of me, I don't know how the wall will change beyond here, even though it's a very important gateway.

A head that goes down as well as sinking.

It was too blatant a voice to have surfaced.

"Then you just have to ask."

"What…………?

"You can ask your mother if she likes you."