Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

Costumes, makeup, hair, if only those three things were suppressed, there would be nothing left for the contestants to do...

I have the money so I can hire every craftsman, because of which the physical labor of the students is small regardless of the holding appearance. The hosting side is a paperwork or a meeting. I don't know what it is. It seems to be quite busy, but the contestants really have nothing to do and honestly clap it out.

The contest is more... because I thought it would be too much if it wasn't like a self-appeal. No. Maybe we really should try a little harder. Occasionally because other participants were smiling like idols at a lot of people in the dining room or on the terrace or something.

Even so, Kristin smashed the number of pre-votes, and the next thing I know, that's just me.

"What Kristin said was true..."

For some reason she thought I was… very appreciative of my appearance, but she thought Mariabelle looked great herself, but she thought she was the type of person others wanted to vote for.

'Cause overall, it's flashy and luxurious, and it doesn't look good and the smile doesn't work as a smile. Beautiful woman rather than pretty girl, right, bad girl face.

Though she is beautiful, she doesn't look liked or admired by people. But if you look at this result, it seems that the recognition was wrong.

"Maria's pretty recognizable."

"I'm gonna punch you."

Kate doesn't even have shards in her eyes. I think it's pretty compelling. She's not used to Primera and Elle yet, so she's still spooked.

People who don't feel comfortable with me are valuable... but I also feel like freaking out about Kate once or so.

"I think it's really amazing. I'm glad you're second in the pre-ballot without any publicity."

"I can't praise you any better."

"I didn't praise you."

Should I really beat this guy up one day? I haven't executed it because I'm a warrant lady, but I think it would be critical if I were to hit it flat. I'm not that tall yet, and I think I can wield a powerful fist from a good swing.

"You said you wanted to end inconspicuously or something. Though in advance, aren't you happy with the second place?

I've thought it over and over again, but you really don't know this guy. You're rather dull when it comes to other people, am I an exclusive esper?

But Kate is right, even though you are the lowest aspiration if you can, even though you are the second place in advance... even though it's almost just the impression of the picture, it's not the desired result, is it? If you know what I mean, comfort me, 'cause I want to do the opposite.

"I wonder if I can transfer this to someone else on my own......"

"If you're gonna do it, I'm not gonna stop you, but you're gonna do it alone."

"If I find out, I'll tell you Kate made me do it."

"I will flee before then."

Of course I won't run it, it's just a joke, but I'm serious about wanting to. I also don't think they'll find out if it's a little bit... sorry for voting for me, but it's not too late now, so I want you to change it to someone else. Because I don't give a shit!

"Good luck with the production"

"How?"

"……… Weird face, or something?

"You're gonna piss me off."

"I laugh."

"Because I'll never do it"

It's harder to aim for the bottom line than it is to go for first place. And I'm a winning candidate, unfortunately. Assuming I'm going to change my face, I have a lot of trouble figuring out where and what kind of complaints will fly from...

"If this feels like it, though I feel like the winner is up to this senior."

"I hope so………………"

Honestly, I'd say it's almost settled for Master Christine to be at the top of the list. The difference between me and her is, well, I feel like I don't have to chase her, because there's a difference from third place that I just have to give up as soon as possible.

Inevitably, there is quite a difference between me and those below third place! I do not want to use last resort, fraudulent voting transfers.

"Ah, there was Mariabelle!

"Oh... Sarah, dear."

"I looked, now......... Oh, were you talking?

"No, it's okay. Anything wrong?

"I heard the costume arrived, so I thought I'd like to come see it with you."

"Oh, speaking of..."

It was my dress that I had asked my parents for, but it arrived in the modem the other day. Apparently it takes a little more for people to make it to order, and all I have in the modem right now is my share.

Both your father and mother are good at choosing what suits me, but what I want this time is a clear system... the type of thing that doesn't look good when you take Oblate away. So he had several confirmations, but eventually Mr. Orsene picked them out.

Speaking of which, I haven't checked yet either.

"Shall I come with you then? I'll see you later, Kate."

"Mm."

"Excuse me while I talk to you"

"Never mind."

Even though I ended up just lifting my hand lightly, I'm getting a good answer for Sarah, Kate... I think it's a huge difference, but the look on both faces makes a great sense of social dictatorship.

Because I don't originally have good affection, if I say so now, then what is it?

The booth is in the building.

I mean, I feel like I'm putting my stuff away until the day. The venue should be near Oz, but if you leave your stuff with Oz, it's hard to get to the day, and if you put it in school, it's hard to get to the day... so the half of the draft that comes out there makes it both rich.

So, technically, I think it feels like a modem room. Until that day, it's definitely a modest room though.

"Looking forward to it… I never saw Oscon involved."

"…… I knew it. That's a big event."

I didn't know the freshman year of school would say this, though I knew Primera, and I knew it because of its size.

When I think I have to be at an event like that, my stomach area gets heavier.

"What…………?

"It's nothing. This way."

Holding his stomach to an unnoticed extent, he took the road to the building. I felt the footprint was heavy... let's just leave it to myself.