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I Can’t Convey It in Words

“Love, I love you.” Every time we meet, I hug you, Placing my lips close to your ears, Repeatedly whispering. The usual words. Is it already like a greeting These feelings I want to convey. With a sigh, because it disturbs your reading, I let go. Then, I move my line of sight and became absorbed in books again. Saying I’m a nuisance, Don’t drive me out of here. Even though he’s in the middle of reading a book, he gazes at me for an instant. I love that you. This is the world of an otome game. You are a capture target. I’m just a mob with no name. Oh, I wonder if we’re just a little after the confession scene? You may have said, “I have a fiancee that my parents decided, but that doesn’t matter.” … Such sad words. There are two types of schools in this world where men and women of all ages attend A school where nobles without magic can attend And a magic school where even ordinary people can attend if they have magical powers. Of course, the stage of the otome game is the Magic Academy. And where I go to is… the aristocratic school. Yes, a mob such as I can’t appear on stage. Since I have no magic powers, I don’t even have the qualification to stand on it. Even though I’m your fiance, how sad it is that I can’t even be a villain who prevents you and the heroine from having a happy ending. Hey? Have you met the heroine? Isn’t she a cute girl with golden hair and green eyes? Fufu, you’ll say 「like an angel」 soon. Read the full article

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I Can’t Convey It in Words

“Love, I love you.” Every time we meet, I hug you, Placing my lips close to your ears, Repeatedly whispering. The usual words. Is it already like a greeting These feelings I want to convey. With a sigh, because it disturbs your reading, I let go. Then, I move my line of sight and became absorbed in books again. Saying I’m a nuisance, Don’t drive me out of here. Even though he’s in the middle of reading a book, he gazes at me for an instant. I love that you. This is the world of an otome game. You are a capture target. I’m just a mob with no name. Oh, I wonder if we’re just a little after the confession scene? You may have said, “I have a fiancee that my parents decided, but that doesn’t matter.” … Such sad words. There are two types of schools in this world where men and women of all ages attend A school where nobles without magic can attend And a magic school where even ordinary people can attend if they have magical powers. Of course, the stage of the otome game is the Magic Academy. And where I go to is… the aristocratic school. Yes, a mob such as I can’t appear on stage. Since I have no magic powers, I don’t even have the qualification to stand on it. Even though I’m your fiance, how sad it is that I can’t even be a villain who prevents you and the heroine from having a happy ending. Hey? Have you met the heroine? Isn’t she a cute girl with golden hair and green eyes? Fufu, you’ll say 「like an angel」 soon. Read the full article

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There Is an Angel in That Church

The king’s fortress city was built on the upper stream of a great river; it was through that river that various people of various ethnicities would make their way through, and it was the sort of wealthy city that served as a microcosm of the country’s prosperity. As trade flourished, the words of the people who passed through, the accents unaccustomed to the ear mingled their way into the local tongue, and while it was a city that supported many a man, its faith was largely unified under a henotheism that embraced a single chief god in heaven. From large to small, countless churches- places for people to pray and gather- dotted the city. A single church among them- hidden away near the barracks- was long subject to a certain rumor. The people would whisper, ‘There is an angel in that church’. It was by pure coincidence that Leilia wandered into that church: after going to check up on her older brother’s health at the knight barracks, she spotted an old church from her carriage window. For some reason growing curious about the church, she had her coachman hold and disembarked. The interior of the church she slipped into through the heavy doors, while old, it was kept thoroughly clean, with no human presence to speak of. The well-used pews stood in file, directed towards the statue of the chief god which was bathed in the sunlight streaming down through the stained glass skylight. Leilia felt a miraculous guidance at work, falling to her knees to offer a prayer. For her brother to spend every day without trouble. For her former maid Giselle to birth a healthy child. … For her to be able to exchange just one word with that person. She was praying in her heart, she knew no one would hear even if they were present; but growing somewhat embarrassed, the young girl quickly rose to her feet. Looking over the room anew, she noticed a small room near the organ for the hymns. That small room made of black-stained wood was furnished with two small doors, its inside divided with a parquet partition. It was a narrow space that would feel cramped for even a single grown man. Read the full article