Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

The night or two was unexpectedly short, and the date changed quickly when I was playing with cards all night and the sun was out. Trump's victory and defeat will remain silent, but his memory will fly in a late-night tension.

I never beat Kate, but no way Neriel... I thought you were definitely the same type to get on my face!

"I knew you were weak with a cut off."

"Maria, I'm being honest..."

"Thanks……………."

But you know what, Neriel? Sometimes kindness hurts people, it hurts my heart.

"Thank you for your help. It was so much fun."

"Me too! It's been a long time since I've spoken to you."

"I'll invite you home for the next holiday."

"Yes!"

When was the next day off? Maybe it's a winter break, but I'm sure there's no fall break or anything like that.

Then I guess it will be about six months before I see Neriel again. You'll have a few more chances to get home, but not enough time to play with Neriel. After that, Neriel will be enrolled, and fortunately the dorm will be the same.

You don't have to feel lonely or anything like that.

"See you later."

"Yes, again"

"Sorry to bother you."

I don't really feel that I stayed overnight in the same situation where I went home with the same bare hands as when I came. Given the time frame, I'll play for a few hours and go home, but I feel like I can get through. Actually, it's been over twenty-four hours, but it's pretty easy to go crazy feeling dated.

Waving to Neriel to drop us off, we left the villa behind.

× × × ×

"I'm home now."

"Welcome home, did you have fun?

"Yes, very!

The only one who welcomed you was your mother. Your father is busy, but because he is defo, I don't complain because I know that it is amazing that we can rather just grab dinner together.

"When you get dressed, let's make dinner."

"Yes."

"Maria's luggage and letters came, so I left them in your room."

"Luggage...... ok"

Probably a Primera or El souvenir. I never thought you'd come at pinpoint the day I was out, but I have to send you a thank-you letter later.

When I walked into my room, a wrapped package was placed on the table. An easy place to see first.

I'd like to open it immediately, but dinner is off and my mothers are waiting for me. Then I myself was hungry.

Now get dressed and let Anne take the shell off. Now it can be, but in the beginning, I was looking for a washing machine with a common sense. It's hard inside to let someone in someone else's brackets clean out their undressed clothes.

"Thank you for waiting."

"Welcome home, Maria"

"I'm home, Father."

When I headed to the dining room, my father and mother were already sitting in their seats. Your father, who greets you with a smile, is still terribly handsome. I doubt this guy really has a teenager, he's his own parent.

"Neriel, did you look well?

"Yes! I'm going to invite you home next."

"Of course, I haven't seen you in a while either."

Even so, your mother doesn't actively talk to my friends. As a friend's parent, I think she's still watching us from a little further away. You look like you could even be my sister.

As much as the Primeras had trouble accepting your mother for the first time. If my eyes weren't the same color, my stepmother's suspicions might have surfaced. I introduced her as my real mother... although she does have fewer and fewer mother elements shredded from the beginning as she grows. Given the finished system, I guess everything will eventually transform into your father except for the color of your eyes - not many originally!

"Let me know when you come, and I'll make you something sweet."

"Wow, I look forward to it! It's the next long break, so it's a long way off."

Mother's treats are also my favorite. Although I originally liked confectionery, the mother's handmade confectionery tastes like my mother's mother's at home, where the chef resides. They make things that you don't really meet at party venues. I'm really good with my non-fat physique.

After dinner, I took a bath and returned to my room, dressed in pajamas.

I completely forgot that it arrived until I saw the luggage on the table. I was going to send you a thank you letter tomorrow morning, but it's safe because it's before I go to bed.

"Ah, it's from Primera, after all"

The name on the card that was stuck to my luggage is the person I expected. I thought it was either Elle or Primera's.

I just seem to enjoy reading memories written on a full small card of where I went and what I did. Souvenirs are apparently traditional local accessories.

They're going to be exorcisms, too, and we'll put them on every day when the new semester comes. Thank you so much, I didn't know you would give me what I needed most... I'm sorry I can't return anything because I don't sell souvenirs or anything to the villa.

"Is that it? What are we doing here……………………"

The letter lined up next to the souvenir is a white envelope, with my name just written on the destination and no sender. I thought it was from Primera on my own, but the card that came with it made everything complete.

From Elle, or cut the seal without any warning.

Bi-fold. That's closer to an invitation than a letter.

"……… What?

Unexpectedly, I heard a distracted voice, but inside, things stopped yesterday after passing through the confusion.

What was written on the card that slipped off my hardened hands was a dream reality. Dreams are better dreams or nightmares.

Three days later, he wanted to talk at a restaurant.

The name of the store is Dear. Royal aristocratic restaurant with private rooms. Even so, I know the names that adults use for entertainment and such, rather than for children like me, but I have never been there, and I didn't plan to go.

I pick up the card because I want the last name written to be a mistake in seeing who is out of common sense inviting me of students to such a place.

The design, decorated in white with gold, is beautiful but reminiscent of the extra person.

"Luna bi leonova"

The neat letters were easy to read and the hope of misseeing was crushed.

I don't know if this is going to catch my blood, but I've been feeling weird about my fingers. It's like before you get paralyzed, and the temperature is taken away.

I almost threw up a little bit and wondered if I could say no because I was feeling sick as I was. I knew I couldn't do it, but I should be allowed to escape that much reality.