I Swear I Won't Bother You Again!

After returning home a little earlier than usual, Violet was dressed and enjoying the hot milk Marine had prepared for her. I wasn't depressed, but Marine brought it to me before I asked. Sweet aroma and relaxing flavor. I'm not going to complain because it doesn't change what I like, but I doubt that Marine didn't ask for hope.

(I wonder what happened....)

As usual, it was perfect from picking me up to getting ready for a break. It's been a long time since emotions appeared on your face, and even when you laugh, your eyebrows and buttocks fall down and look calm. Still, we've been together for so long that we can somehow see each other, and we've been listening to each other. When Violet was depressed, when something inside of herself died, this sweetness always stayed close to her. It reminds me of love every time I drink it. It pours many times as much happiness as it leaves the hole.

It was a kind of routine for Marine.

I don't think it feels as good as SOS, but when something bad happens, when you're accumulating something that you can't digest. Marine makes hot milk. Because this taste, this sweetness, is a symbol of kindness and love for both of us.

(I'm not feeling well... but I feel a little different. If it's a problem, I want to help)

Marine never answers when she asks. I know because I trust, respect, and value you. For Marine, Violet is a protector. A servant, a family man. If you decide on a role, you're like a sister. They want to protect it, and they know it's protected, so they can't show you where it's weak or troubled.

I don't think it comes from mistrust, but I think it is a lack of strength. I was always worried, so naturally I was worried.

(I'm not injured or feeling ill... but I'm relieved for the time being)

Her complexion was good and she didn't see any scratches. If there was a bandage in Violet's invisible position, the people know that Marine would be stopped if anything happened. Someone who can save Marine more than Violet in a way. More adults than Violet, more adults than Marine.

(Speaking of which... I haven't given Marine a present yet this year)

To be precise, it's not Marine's birthday. Though an orphan, Marine, who had been someone's child for several years, remembered her birthday. I just don't like to celebrate it, but I rather hate it. When I heard about it in the past, I forgot it or didn't know it, but that's what age is counted properly.

That's why every year, Marine's birthday is not celebrated, but just kept as a gift. It's not the name of the birthday present, but as Violet's whim... I'm sure you've noticed.

When I was 20 years old, I sent a fountain pen saying it was a commemoration, but I usually choose from food and consumables as much as possible. It was because my mother didn't notice, but I have to be careful in another sense this year. In the case of Marine, it can be a burden even if you give them something expensive, so I prefer not to be too carefree if possible.

"Twenty-one, huh...."

Since childhood, when he was thin and looked much smaller than his height, time had passed. Having overcome the months and months of adulthood together, Violet, who is still a child, will soon be categorized as an adult. Before my age, I can't synonymize with my child when I graduate. What awaits the nobles who have lost their student identity is the Hell of Ants of Politics and Governance, Power and Honor.

By then, I would be neither nobleman nor Verhan anymore.

"... I have to think about Marine and the others."

Almost at the end of the year, to the point where I was cut off. When I first started, I thought it was like other HR, and I gave up thinking that I would be cut off again somewhere in my heart. If you keep going, you'll be in third grade.

Claudia and the others have graduated, and I don't even feel like getting engaged to Mary Jun.

It's a different world, a time I've never experienced before.

When it started, it was a vague future. I was thinking about the right path to becoming a nun, but it's time to be serious.

It is only natural to leave this house, and I wonder if I can be a nun again. Because faith is naturally rooted in the country, even noble ladies can reach the priesthood. We will need enough power to twist that father down, but on the contrary, it is the religion of this country that he cannot refuse without asking questions. If we can talk to the Archbishop, we should be able to push back later.

However, the problem is that Violet does not have the only absolute necessity for a clergyman to have loyalty and faith in God, nor does he have any shards. Even if you become a nun who can be said to be the bride of God, you can't abandon this love for life. It's greedy, sinful, but there's no conscience to regret it. It's an on-parade for a reason not worthy of clergy.

Even so, if there is no other way, I am more worried about those who took care of Marine and Cissy than I am.

I don't want to leave Marine behind. This house must have been poisonous to Marine, and there was no way to detoxify it without her. But what would Marine do if she left? There is no way that a man who jumps out of a church and runs into this house can be a nun. That's why there are nobles who hire marines who are not guaranteed to be born or raised.

Yuran must be the only one asking for it. I am familiar with it through myself, and it is worthwhile just talking through it. At the same time, by revealing Violet's plan, it will be a ritual that turns love for him into heartbreak.

Now you can wish someone happiness. Now you can be worried about someone. I learned that my swinging knife would involve people I didn't want to hurt. As much as the feelings gained, I began to think about the thoughts I would give. I got so much stuff that I felt lonely losing it.

I was able to find meaning in the world that continued from the end. That alone is worth the year.

…………

I swallowed the sweetest part that sank to the bottom of the cup. The warmth and sweetness spreading around your chest, falling down together with the indifference. Slowly, it absorbs.

"... I'm hungry."

I made a deliberate noise to deceive something that was coming up. It's true that I'm hungry, but it feels good to be filled with other places. Marine hasn't come yet, so sometimes I wonder if I'll go and get her.

The sound of banging on the door of the room sounds like a god-adjusted time.

Enough vibration for small, weak, quiet rooms.

"Yes"

I thought it was Marine. I could not have imagined coming to this room but for her. I felt suspicious about the lack of signs of entering the room and not being able to hear my voice even when I replied, and I thought it was someone else's servant, maybe Mary Jun, and then slowly opened the door.

The figure is small. Next, beautiful pure white and blue eyes. Only two people in this house have that characteristic.

"Good evening."

He stood with a loving smile that reminded him of love and peace.

"─ ─ Master Elephant?