The Great Prophet Is Running From Her Previous Life ~ I Want to Live a Rose-Colored Life After Being

At the tea party that day, the Prime Minister asked me a question.

Connect with as many participants as possible and grasp their faces, names, and characteristics.

Thinking about school and beyond in the future is not a bad opportunity. Regardless of the intimacy, I don't have anything to think about, including narrowing down the candidate for fiancée.

Most of the children here don't know you very well, so I was told to observe you carefully, and Noah, a familiar kid, pressed me into using a wig.

I felt dishonest, but I lost my curiosity and followed my words.

Surely the attitude around you is different from usual. From a reciprocal standpoint, the essence of the opponent is well identified. The careless, the arrogant, the barren. Some of them treat me with an attitude that clearly recognizes the prince, but understands the intent and does not realize it. Certainly, an optimal situation was created to look down at the people placed next to the future.

But I don't feel comfortable with girls. Both my grandfather and father got married shortly after graduating from school. If you think about it, it's only seven years from now, so you probably need to seriously think about it. Nevertheless, you two found each other in school. After all, I don't think we need to hurry yet.

You should still have more friends for now.

Either way, my free time limit is until I graduate from school. Until then, I want to prioritize my training time. Originally, I would like to train under Einsworth's grandfather rather than tea parties and parties, but I can't help thinking that this is also official business.

According to preliminary information, there were two problematic child prostitutes participating. Miss Tilda and Miss Gladys. The former is overlooking the arrogant behavior of forming a faction, while the latter is unattended and repeats the confrontation from the front.

The concern was allayed and both were reported to have occurred promptly. Adults aren't supposed to intervene, so I'll have to.

When I checked a little, I couldn't see the need for me to break in.

A group of girls who are honestly difficult to distinguish from one another and a girl with a heterogeneous appearance that draws a line.

Miss Tilda and her surroundings appear to be teasing each other unilaterally, but the other girl has not put any teeth on her. I'm really not interested in what they say. Obviously, it doesn't matter.

As I thought, I immediately made Miss Tilda cry with malicious cursing gossip that would flow if she opened her mouth and left the scene.

Exactly as rumored.

They're coming this way. I thought I was passing by and stopped in front of me. Your blue eyes are coming straight out of your sight.

Looking at each other - it sounds good, but it's definitely not. I'm tired of seeing it, and I'm not flattered by it.

These eyes don't look at me at all.

It's like watching a painting or flower in front of you... just looking at my eyes as something.

I am even impressed that I am not interested in "people" so far.

How would you react if you talked to him? Interested, I talked about an exemplary building as a prince. In fact, I didn't mean to talk about the good and evil of the conflict.

No badness, no excuses, no straight answers. I saw off Gladys walking without even seeing him.

Freedom - just freedom.

I had that impression. Don't be bound by anyone, do what you want. I'm sure that behavior won't change who you're dealing with. A spiritual freedom to believe only in one's own values - whether king or king, not charming, not downright civilian.

I can never, enviously...

At the moment, this is all I can say. Even if I had a future partner here, Gladys wasn't the only one.

Because I can't pretend to deprive such a free man of his liberty. Can I be a friend instead? If she had no interest in me as a heterosexual and no ambition, I'm sure she would.

The second encounter began with a sense of discomfort.

Coincidence reunion in the city.

I thought it was someone else at all.

Gladys, who wasn't so interested in others, looks at us as "people." I don't even think about the girl I didn't know at all.

What the hell happened? I didn't expect a human being to change so much.

Perhaps your attitude and ability to live and do what you want to do freely have not changed. But the inside is different. If it stayed the same, it might have taken a while for me to be interested, but I quickly became a friend.

Then there was the monster disturbance.

I felt no signs of upset while protecting my back.

Flip your skirt and see your legs swinging high as you rush towards the damaged rubble.

More than I thought it was bad, I was taken away by beauty. Honestly, technically, on my feet.

I wonder how he acquired these movements with a luxurious body that clearly cannot be fought.

I saw a sophisticated technique that made me feel decades of mastery while operating like I had never seen before, and returned to me.

I apologize for the inconvenience, but I'm relieved that I didn't notice anything at all.

And when it comes to what you do, you insist on dancing.

She was really a mysterious girl.

The third encounter was at the exercise area of the royal castle.

My new brother-in-law, Maximilian, was a cousin and seemed to be very close. The Maximilian seemed to see me as a rival for a long time. You don't have to worry about that.

After training, he went to see Gladys, who was waiting alone, and noticed the caterpillar next to him. When I pointed out that I was quite concerned and avoided it during the tour, I was surprised by the more overreactions than I expected.

Gladys doesn't seem to be afraid of anything, but he's scared to death.

And I was terribly shocked by the story of Galatea-sama, who casually talked about it. If you answer the details as they are asked, your complexion will turn pale and you may even lose your vitality.

It's not superficial, but perhaps it's something to do with Gladys' inner side.

I realized that I was a little mistaken about it. Gladys didn't start seeing people. I stopped looking at myself.

When I first saw Gladys, I only saw what I wanted to see. It was subjective. Now, on the contrary, it seems objectivity.

The former is not uncommon, but the latter is difficult to say normal. Perhaps there is something in your heart that you can only face as a human resource.

Always full of confidence, the vibrant Gladys was so upset that it was about to collapse.

When I tried to heal my younger cousins, I felt restless after a while.

But the root cause is not solved. There is a danger of strength and brittleness in both hands. I don't mind, but I don't think it's good to go deep. I broke up on the spot without a scratch.

Gladys was worried about that halfway through.

When I found it at today's awards ceremony and called out, I was invited to dance.

I may have said something extra with my old woman's heart. I made her cry.

He leaks his swallow with his head on my shoulder, trembling slightly.

However, in order to organize your mind, I think crying is also a necessary process.

We'll keep an eye on him until he calms down.

Even if he's fragile, he's strong, so he'll find the answer for himself.

Slightly, the lifted face looked bright somewhere. I am worried about my relationship with the master, but it is fine now. If you can get back on your feet.

Then I'm worried about getting my clothes wet, so I'll show them to you with a reproduction of the exchange I had before.

"Nothing," Gladys laughed with red tears.

I feel like my heart has bounced.