Villainess's Sweet Everyday

The lamp on the crosswalk replaces the blue light. It's a walker's lamp. Each of us begins to cross. A few people come from the other side. One was a soldier dressed in armor. When I see Master Calcirasto, I salute him and resign. One is a man like a college student. The bag lowered to the shoulder has a black and white striped pattern, where the eyes say, and the gaze does not turn to the appearance. When I looked closely, he was a drooping man who seemed tender. The other is a woman. It's a cheerful slice of eyes, a smile that looks down on people, and a high degree of self-esteem and arrogance.