Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

"Huh..., off"

"Are you okay?"

"Ay......"

No, it's not okay. As much as I want to bury it now, it's full of shame.

About enough to cry, by the time I finally stopped crying, my head, which should have been in tune with Mariabelle earlier, was cold and I was bored with shame.

... I wonder what that was earlier.

Similar to when in auto mode, but a completely different feeling. Tears, words, whatever seemed to be out on its own, were certainly the heart of my... Mariabelle. Behavior that was also my will, unlike the immobile auto mode. But I cried and summoned, and that was the action and thought of 'The Original Mariabel'.

It's me, it's not me. It feels strange, as if I myself and my original Mariabelle are going together.

It was a phenomenon that I had never felt in auto mode or in three years of my life.

"─ ─ Chan...... Maria, what's wrong? Is it hard somewhere after all?

"Uh... oh, no, no, no, I'm fine."

He shook his head hastily at his mother, who was easily distorting his expression when he knew he was worried.

How about now, I don't have time to think about anything else. If you miss this biggest chance, the cliffs are already behind you, and the moment you fall down, you fall upside down, and if you get better and get hurt badly (Rikon), you stay put. You have to pick the buds you can pick.

"I've shown you a miserable sawdust, and I can't do it any more."

"No… it's up to me to apologize. I can't believe you can't realize how my daughter feels."

No, well... I might have had some responsibility for being a mother around the last five weeks. I missed my three-year-old daughter.

But this time it's 'me', not Mariabelle, who's the right age. That wasn't zero loneliness and I was sad when I thought they might hate me, but the contents were adults. You're skilled enough to hide your heart and laugh, you should. It's not convincing because I just cried out, but I need you to make it a no-can that it was me and not me.

"…… let's talk. We still have plenty of time."

"Oh yes............!

The gentle laughing mother is no different from what she saw a few years ago.

He is now three years old. If it's the original, two years after the divorce, I don't know if there's already a cause or if it's going to come up, but it's true that we took a step forward.

I was finally able to step out.

× × × ×

"Hmmm......"

We had a treat for tea in my mother's room, we talked, it was dinner time... it was dark outside when I noticed, and when I came back to my room I was worried about a new problem.

Waiting for us straight from your mother's room to the dining room was a father with no emotions to ask. Because Anne was on the side, Anne probably told me that I had visited her room in a raid.

He's a betta sweet father to me, but that's just how this odd thing gets scolded... what a gesture I had, but what my father told me is just one word.

"Vauderia's tired, so don't make it too hard."

A word with a bitter look. It's a word that makes me wonder if you don't want my mother involved, depending on what you hear. As a matter of fact, her mother seemed to have made that decision and she was crying and distorting her face.

I'm not the only one who felt like a funeral when the time of the banquet surrounding the delicious meal was with his family.

"Something... not what I thought."

The data written on the expanded notebook is well updated.

Based on what happened today, we should be moving forward for sure... but I don't know why, it doesn't come tight. The discomfort resembles the misapplication of the top button.

Looks like you're looking at something fundamental wrong......

"…… First, we need to get rid of your mother."

Yes, that's my primary goal. Again and again, I was prevented from doing it and reaching for it. If they are gone while you are lost, cry. Cry at my will.

Whether the path you are taking will be a well-maintained sidewalk or a lifeless crossing… depends on me. I may choose to cross the line if I don't know where it is, but I'm not a Mazohist if I don't know what it is. She's a normal girl with sound values.

I'm not joking about going down a steep road myself.

"Tomorrow, let's hit your mother."

In the end, there is nothing I can do about it if I think alone.

'If you don't know, you just have to ask' is a skill to get interpersonal and show off, so it's just useless to worry about.

I wore a futon behind my drawer so that I could not see my notebook.