I Swear I Won't Bother You Again!

"Huh...?"

"......?"

Don't you even see the two of them breathing in amazement? The contents wrapped in soft skin were like snakes clapping their tongues at their prey. Violet grabbed Yulan's hem beneath her desk, uncomfortably wrapped around her, even though her trance-like expression was far more affectionate than Old's.

I thought it was okay, and I didn't feel anything until this moment. Even in front of my father, the part of the core that didn't shake is shaken by the trauma that can't be wiped off. This is a red flag that Yulan and Violet can't do anything about. It's an animal instinct, not a rational one.

A 'memory' with a poor and ungrateful mother who calls her daughter by her father's name.

"If this is a political marriage, it shouldn't be a problem with Mary, right?" Maybe that's the best solution. Mary is certainly not the Blood of Vahan, but she is now the daughter of Lord Old. ”

There is no doubt that the words are spun without stain, without stopping the smile.

Political marriage, which means that Mary June will be able to fulfill her role to the fullest, given the benefits of the house. The story of blood is not even an argument at a time when Kugls' blood is not flowing to Yulan in the first place. At a time when the current head of Vahan, Old's daughter, is not wavering, there is no problem as Yulan's companion. And Vahan didn't have to let go of his lineage, Violet. If Yuran hadn't nominated Violet, you would have done the same.

The optimal solution, that's exactly what it is. Rationally speaking, that is the most win-win.

"Elephant... what are you saying?"

Hey, don't you think so too?

The cuddly blue eyes shot through the stunned Old Man's words. I should have thought it was a gemstone, but I couldn't understand why I could smile so beautiful in Old Town now.

For Old Elephant, who feels she's a victim of a political marriage, Elephant is the same victim that got caught up in it. Naturally, Elephant thought she was just like herself, neglecting political marriage, despising it, and spitting.

Even in such a tragedy, to marry my beloved daughter, who was gently and lovingly born and grew up neatly and correctly, instead of Violet.

"I don't think so... I can't imagine leaving Mary to a man like this for such a marriage..."

Grabbing her shoulders, Elephant smiled like a merciful saint as she clutched her head against Old Man. Gentle, gentle and soft, it envelops all of Olde with forgiveness. I was supposed to fall in love with such a figure, fall in love with it, and swear to love it for life.

A woman's face flickered in Old's brain.

I don't know if I can help it.

Laying his hands on Old's shoulder, Elephant stroked him as if she was in trouble, and said to me, spinning the sound with her small lips.

"──Because she doesn't look like you."

I can't recall the fine shape anymore, I can only recall that my voice was so high and uncomfortable. I hated him so much that I couldn't express my dislike for being so negligent. A woman who refused because she didn't want to see you, even before she died.

My ex-wife (Belle Rose), who has no face, voice, or inner face, overlaps with my beloved (Elephant), who laughs in front of me.

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