Otome Game Rokkushuume, Automode ga Kiremashita

After class, they both said they were headed to the room.

Primera and I broke up when we left the classroom, but Elle and I are on our way. The two of us walking down the hall somehow reminds me of the first time we met.

Speaking of which, haven't you and Elle been out since then? It's been a long time since Primera was out of her seat for a bit, but it's been completely just the two of us like this.

"I think it's really fresh."

"Eh?"

"Maria and I are together like this, it's been too long and it feels weird"

So I was just as relieved by Elle's words scratching his cheeks as the joy of being able to share the same thoughts.

Honestly, our beginnings are never great. I have never had a fight or trivial argument since the settlement, but it was devastating at the beginning of the day.

Speaking of which, I've been pretty rambling... I think the depth and flexibility of our relationship is really important.

"Honestly, you didn't think we could be friends... we would have made a bad impression on each other"

"I was more of a good impression."

"Shh!? I don't know what to say to myself, but my attitude sucks."

I was aware... No, well, it certainly wasn't a pleasure.

When we met, it was a vivid and important memory, even if it faded. If it hadn't been for that day, if we hadn't spoken then, we wouldn't be here right now and my heart would have been a little rougher.

"I'm used to being wary... of more direct attacks."

The same goes for this face, but I guess my attitude of objectivity was also a negative effect. There was a lot of stuff going on at the time and I hadn't turned my head that far, but looking back like this, there are a lot of problems for me. There's nothing I can do about the face I was born with, but my lack of love is my own fault.

"So I honestly took it for granted that Elle would be wary, and I didn't particularly care. I liked it... because I found out Elle cared about Primera"

Being alert to me, or hating me as I am, I hope that each one of you is free to do so. That's troublesome if you hate me without roots or leaves, but if you don't even attack me, you can do whatever you want with each preference.

What mattered to me was the relationship between the two. Both Elle and Primera take care of each other, which is why they're so different, they look like me and Kate, totally different.

I think it's because we're familiar with same-sex children... and I think we're special.

The way it was done didn't work, but it was empathetic to act with childhood in mind.

"I'd rather be surprised. I didn't mean to, but it was like fighting and selling... well forgiven me."

"Uh... I thought he was really something to say."

Right, I'm really sorry about that verse.

After that, there was actually a little rumor about me and Elle. Even though I myself stood out, I made a huge mess of myself in places with a lot of people.

Most of the rumors that I was going to be a bad guy were, well, unfortunate luck. You don't have to be objective, that one has a problem with the way I say it. Maybe that's what people who were listening decided.

When rumors came out that 'Mariabelle Tempest discriminates against civilians', I didn't know what the story was about.

Kate, who appeared in the rumors as a childhood friend of mine, told me not to forget that it was a stick read.

The rumors were weathered at some point because the two of us in the middle of the rumors are getting along, but my personality seemed tight and I just couldn't get rid of the impression. I think that's why I haven't even figured it out with my classmates yet.

"That was annoying at first, and I thought I was kidding. I thought it was absolutely incompatible."

Remembering that time, Elle's mouth loosens.

I still have no idea how annoyed I was and how that went in the direction of forgiveness for a day.

"Calm down while I'm talking to Primera, I've been thinking... and Maria thinks the same thing."

"Same......?

"There's someone important, and I'm prepared for that."

It's a primera for Elle, Kate for me.

The three of us must be somewhere alike. I'm not supposed to have an unusual relationship with two normal students.

There was a loved one who couldn't give in, and I shared that sentiment.

"Me and Maria had a different way of doing things and thinking... but I thought if you could take care of someone, you could trust me."

The impression that comes from the look of it, the personality that spreads from it doesn't even know who transmitted it. Now I can be ashamed of myself for making a mistake, but back then I assumed that was the right answer.

To El, a nobleman named Mariabel must have looked like an enemy that would hurt Primera.

But there are important people like that who want to protect us as much as we do.

Apparently it was a sufficient event for the impression that it had originally been in a low position to explode. Bad procedure for picking up discarded dogs, or my impression that was so bad.

"But I didn't expect the wavelengths to fit so well... even though my personality and preferences are completely different"

"It's different for all three of us... but I like it when we're together."

"Yeah, that's me too. The preconceived notion of Maria became dusty."

"………… don't ask for details."

Prejudice to me...... I'm curious, but I'm definitely not talking about it!

I really don't know if I can handle this face. I like your father, but I feel different from this. There would not have been a contest if there had been a few more elements of your mother. Your mother is adorable, but she's not flashy enough to be in a contest.

"Ah, well, I'm over here"

When you see the room building, say goodbye to Elle. My desk across the street is near the building, but it's a completely different building.

"See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye."

We waved with a flicker and turned our backs on each other.

The further away from the straw and noisy building, the less popular it becomes. Although it may be natural because there are not many people to use it... I began to feel uncomfortable gradually.

There's too little sign of people to think that people are getting together ahead of us.

"It's a meeting room……………."

Oh, could I have misheard something?

Time or meeting point? I think the time is fine because I came right after class, but the meeting place is...... yeah, if you need a costume, you shouldn't be wrong. I just can't say enough that I will, because maybe if I look, I'll have a priori.

Within what I consider to be a groove, I see a modem surrounded by trees. I think about the amount every time because of the size and beauty of the appearance that people seem to be able to live in. As an aristocrat-born commoner, I am most concerned.

"Ah..."

When I approached him, the door was a little empty. I have other ornaments besides my costume, so I'm not so strict but I'm not so careless as to leave the door open.

That didn't mean it was my mistake to hear.

"Excuse me..."

Relieved that I was not wrong, I knocked on the half-opened door and then opened it. Because there 'll be people in there, even if you say hello properly.

Until the end, though unspoken.

"What, this..."

If it was someone else, I would have told them to go get someone right away. You don't touch anything, you don't go in any further, you should scream at anything.

Apparently, when you're a party, your head turns white and you have no choice but to stand up flat.

It is placed in the front of the door and first in the eye.

Fluffy white objects are feathers or threads. Maybe a piece of cloth, a wreck.

At the end of my gaze was a dress chopped into pieces.

Somebody please explain the situation, no, seriously.

At the end of my gaze, a beautiful watercoloured dress...... something that was. I honestly don't know the prototype at all, but I think it's probably someone's costume because it feels like the cloth being used.

"Uh... what, this"

I can only say 'what is this' anymore, but no, really what is this? Though the brain completely refuses to understand, vision makes reality look different.

There is no reason to leave this situation behind, as it is not the case that no one cares at this time.

Take the first step forward and look around to the extent that you don't vandalize the scene. Apparently, the only thing that's worn out is one in front of me, and the others... my costume is apparently safe too. There was nothing strange about the shelves of the ornaments at first glance, and looking around the area did not change the result.

I don't know whose this dress belongs to... but this wouldn't be the finished shape on the boulder. People's preferences are free, but I don't think they'll be in a contest to compete for beauty dressed like that in such ruins.

When you pick up the wreckage scattered at your feet, there is fine thread coming out of the cross section, but no distortion like a thousand cuts. It's like a severed piece with a sharp blade.

"What is this..."

Imagine from what you see, infer. What happened and how did this happen?

Perhaps the skirt was originally spreading fluffy, chopped and peppered. None of the other costumes or backgrounds have been scratched, which makes the space more heterogeneous.

Only one scratched dress, myself alone. And I don't know what I'm doing here.

"Yuck............ ugh"

Realizing a possibility, I feel bloody all at once.

Anyway, I reach out my hand to the door not so far apart, thinking I need to leave this place once.

My fingertips touch the door knob... never, I cut off the sky.

"Ah, Dear Mariabelle, I was here first...... Huh!?

At the worst possible time, it was Sarah who showed her face.

First you notice me, your expression looses, then your eyes go behind my back and solidify. I could see that I hadn't swallowed things up well, and my eyes were swimming between me and my dress.

"Um, Sarah... actually"

"What are you stopping at the entrance?

In the meantime, I opened my mouth to explain the situation, and this again at the worst possible time, a new person, Lady Christine, came in. It is only natural to say that all contestants will be assembled, but could you at least give us some room for excuses?

"Because everyone can't get in………, yeah"

And the developments after this, well, as I imagined. Among those who do not understand the current situation, I am alone in calm. He also says that his brain was just cooled rapidly because of a rush over the ceiling.

The growing number of people gradually increased, and Master Christine, who swallowed things over time, looked at me with a harsh face.

"Can you explain what you mean……?

Oh, I knew there wasn't gonna be a contest.