Actually lately I've been thinking a lot about those "I am the scion of Pangloss's first illegitimate son, able to open all kinds of flames, and holding thirteen S-ranked or higher magazines! Who is this aunt to ask?"

I tossed my long, flowing hair and shouted, "I am the cold, proud, noble and powerful ......"

Just as I was about to answer the following, a pillow was thrown at my face from above.

"Newcomer! You're making a lot of noise! If you have time to dream, you might as well open the door to the Panglossian common room earlier!"

My name is Mary Sue.

Of course it's not my real name, and I'd consider drowning in a washbasin if I had one of those impersonal real names.

Traveled to the tutor ten years later has been some days, but lately the number of times I miss home is less and less ...... I really want to say that because the treatment here is too good, so home can not return ...... But I do not want to lie in the short homo ...... Ahem, I mean, it's actually just too busy to be homesick.

Why are Mary Sues so much luckier than me, not only do they come from a good background, but they basically have harems galore.

But one can't always complain, can one? Even if I wore it, even if I had minion A, even if I swept the Panglossian auditorium and the Guardian's office and no one said thank you, then I had nothing to complain about.

After all, most of the strongest, tear ducts are equipped with tap water switches, body rubbed with pheromone flavored perfume, and the penis membrane is automatically repaired, plus super? The Mary Sues with selective memory loss are still cursed in reality.

"Damn! What's wrong with living in a minion dormitory! What's wrong with eating a big meal! What's wrong with being sent to sweep the streets?"

"Who the hell are you calling a minion! Get your ass out there and sweep the floors!"

"Yes!"

Well, since I'm a minion, I can't argue with the fact that I'm also a minion but happened to come here earlier than me, so I have to call him "senior" in seniority, but in reality, calling him "senior" is just like calling him "senior."...... Anyway, I can't argue with my senior's words, and so I began my day's work.

My job was simple to say the least, first I went to open the doors to the Panglossian lounge and conference room, then I went to sweep the offices of the various guardians, and finally I went to the Panglossian district, the Black Flare district, the Valyrian district, and the Parallel Sector to deliver the circulation boards.

But for a job as simple as that, my paycheck still hitches a ride on medical bills every time.

As I was walking down the corridor leading to the door of the common room, I saw Mr. Kyouya Lark, who was a part of all the CPs inside the tutelage. I can truly say that I was overwhelmed, partly because of the consummation of Cloud Doktorism, and partly because I thought of the serious look on Uncle Kusakabe's face (though I heard he's the same age as Cloud Mamoru) when he told me about Mr. Kyou-san's wakefulness when he cleaned Cloud Mamoru's office earlier.

I looked at the watch I'd bought at the ground floor and it was 7:12.

Laugh.

Let me gently leave your sight ~? without taking a single moment with me～?

But in reality I actually really, really, really underestimated the instincts of a carnivore, which is to say, the faster you run the harder he chases you.

So there's this. Good! You and Lark play slowly oh!"

"...... Mary Sue, stop"

"Puhahahahaha......cough cough cough lark lord you call my name really have a sense of comedy cough cough hee hee hee hee ...... ouch"

Then there was this scene where I hit a dead end.

"NOOOOOOO Lark Lord Mr. Christine chairman of the committee you wake up! I Mary Sue one did not have a group gathering two did not make a sound of anything please you do not because of their own wake up low blood pressure on the Devil's King descended and the mafia is not to be gentle with women it ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"...... noisy"

When I finished cleaning the Lei Shou's office by the way A a few afternoon tea snacks, halfway through, I saw and I have a dormitory minion seniors.

Actually, I've been living with him for several years, but I still can't remember his name ...... Ahem, it's easy to misunderstand, but when I entered Pangloss, I had to be crammed into the men's dormitory due to the lack of a budget, and I was originally prepared to be re-assigned afterward, but it turned out that I had been forgotten, or maybe because of the It's not like Pangloss has been in the red for a day or two.

"Puhahahaha Marisol you look pretty impressive right now!"

"Senpai, well at least you and I are equally minions how can you be so inconsiderate ......"

"Who are you calling a minion!"

Just as we were about to get back to work, the side event was triggered again.

"Is ...... the cluster?"

I turn around~? Your unfeeling face freezes my heart ~?

My humble prayers ~? You can't hear me.

The result was a SONG 1 bolded scream and a crisp crash of crutches.

I'm cupcake again.

Some people say a person becomes very lucky after having bad luck twice a day, so I took advantage of the break and bought a lottery ticket.

There might actually be some truth to this claim, after all, I got my last few months of medical expenses back.

Just as I was having a good time, I heard from the minion senior who had just taken the same beating as me that Yunmori had asked me for the circulation board.

My mood could be described as all excited, was I finally looking forward to the day when I would lie in the arms of a handsome man and be asked softly, "Does it hurt?" The day?

But on second thought and after a few years of experience, I looked at the ticket.

Sure enough, the ticket was probably not meant to supplement previous expenses, but to supplement today's medical bills.

My heart basically jumped out of my chest as I approached Yunmori's office, ready to cover my mouth so I wouldn't be seen talking too loudly or accidentally chatting with someone else.

"That ...... Cloud Mamoru isn't here, is he? Lord Lark? Mr. Lark? The commissioner? Not here, right? I'll go back then, yo~?"

"Come in."

Before I even went in, I felt an unspoken bitterness in my mouth.

It was the bitterness of tears mixed with purple potion, which I'm sure few people have ever tasted.

I pushed the door open, then looked down, not daring to look Lord Lark in the face.

"Give it to Valya."

"Yes."

"...... you ......"

"Yes, I was hit in the face by you."

"...... Tsk."

Hey.

Yun little sufferer you 'tsk' right? Don't deny that this auntie heard you 'tsk'.

What do you mean by that? According to my understanding of you, it's definitely not "tsk, how could I hit such a pure, lovely and beautiful girl" but "tsk, even if I hit lightly, I haven't been hospitalized", right?

"Yes, I haven't been hospitalized, but that's because I don't have the money to pay for it."

"..............."

"Yes, I have purple potion on my face and two coats of it, including one in the morning after you punched me for waking up and one at noon after you punched me for talking to a minion senior.

".................."

"...... Yes, I understand. I'm due for a third coat when I get back."

"............ Wow, you really know me."

So, X's really hurt & it's time for another layer of purple potion.

Because of the third purple potion, and the fact that I was also a bit of a gambler from being laughed at by all sorts of weird people when I went to Valyria to turn in my reading board, I bought 10 lottery tickets and didn't win any. When I was depressed I bought an ice cream and won one and then another, took the ice cream that came with the one and then another, and won again, and finally ate it until I got a stomach ache and then decided to save the rest for next time.

The night time, I lie to the bed, basically the mood is still still depressed, to this aunt's beauty ...... well, on my kind of Roadrunner A role, in Valyria will be ignored, why this cloud little sufferer is so fancy me this appearance once originally should hang Roadrunner A as sandbags it?

Thinking about it, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I decided to go out for a walk and buy something from the cafeteria vending machine on the way.

It turns out that I'm really screwed. I wanted to buy a Cadbury's chocolate, but I was 10 yen short. Damn that Namikori vending machine, it's obviously set in Italy ugh!

I went through all my pockets and couldn't find it. Then I heard a creak and the cafeteria door slammed. I immediately took out my spells and black magic props, ready to suppress the Panglossian undead from nowhere, only to see something even more terrifying than the undead.

That's the sleep-deprived Cloudkeeper who came down to get coffee.

"........................"

" ........................"

There was a silence.

He saw me, wearing a garlic necklace holding a lit red candle and cross in his hand, and with a sheet of phylacteries drawn with hexagrams under his feet.

"...... That, Mr. Lark, before you punch me, I have something to say, may I have permission."

"............ Say."

"Well, you can lend me ten dollars first, I don't have the courage to say it without chocolate."

The result was that Lark pulled out his wallet with alacrity and handsomely gave me a Fukuzawa oracle. Ten thousand dollars ugh! My monthly salary is only 200,000 ugh.

I stuffed the fukuzawa into the machine and then gave him back the change after pulling out the chocolate I wanted, but he didn't take it, after all, it was all coins, and I don't see how his alligator wallet could have been used to stuff coins in.

I shared a piece of the chocolate with him, semi-strongly of course, and looking at the look of displeasure on his face, I thought I was going to get a much heavier beating after that.

But in reality I was no longer afraid, and with rather the vigor of Dong Cunrui blowing up a bunker shouted the following.

"Long live 6918! Shan Yun or DH, 18 you quickly find a husband!"

Lark looked at me, for the first time looking me squarely in the eyes, expressionless.

I knew what it meant, so I closed my eyes and sang:

"Your indifference is a weapon~? Breaks my heart ~ (and my body)?"

"My heart (and my ribs) ~? Seems to be breaking into pieces～?"

Because it's a rap, I sang it in parentheses.

I peeked one eye open and then saw Lark-sama's iceberg face trending towards cracking.

He said

"Originally I just came to buy coffee"

Ah, that means originally didn't want to hit me?

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...? I've got a big mouth...?"

After that day, I haven't seen Lark-sama in a while.

The reason was simple, that night Lark-sama, who was only supposed to be buying coffee, ended up sending me to the first class ward after I talked out of my ass.

Should I rejoice that it was Lark who paid for the hospitalization?

After I was discharged from the hospital I went back to my long lost dormitory, only to have my senpai immediately hug me when he saw me, saying over and over again that he missed me so much and that he couldn't live without me.

If it wasn't for the fact that I already knew that as soon as I was gone then the circulation board would be sure to let him alternate, then I might have been a little touched.

I gave him a helpless look, seeing as his face wasn't too badly bruised, so I didn't say much.

Grabbed a broom to start my day.

"The scars inside me~? You can never mend~? ............"

As I sang this, I heard the sound of the high end leather shoes in the back that had appeared time and time again in my nightmares.

So I knew that I was going to suffer again.

"Then that then I just just just just please don't let me die without a burial~?"

How I was expecting Lark to just walk down this corridor ignoring my little wayfarer self, of course maybe to Brave Cloud I wasn't an NPC or Village People A or Wayfarer A but Wayfarer A for practicing.

"Still singing this weird song."

"Yes~?" I sang it before realizing it was wrong, but it was too late to fix it.

"You have a really weird personality."

Mouthful of nonsense! I don't want a violent, self-professed carnivore who's against groupies calling me weird!

But in reality, I'm so normal that I have to bow down when it comes to evil spirits.

"Ahaha, that's what everyone who knows me says."

"Would you be interested in working under me?"

"Huh? An exclusive maid? I didn't realize you had such strong tastes Mr. Lark...I do I do I do I do a hundred times over so please remove the crutch from my neck!"

"Would anyone let go of their prey?"

"Whoops I was wrong I was wrong I was wrong! I expected myself to pass out or get knocked out in the next frame!"

Since I woke up that day, I've realized that I'm really jingoistic and spot on, and I guess it's just one frame of the Jump Shonen manga where I black out.

But it was also since that day that I became Lark's exclusive errand boy, helping him with all his daily stuff, part of the chore management in the Wind Discipline Committee, directly under Uncle Kusakabe.

"Mr. Skylark should probably buy new toothpaste, that brand recently came out, it's fruity and he's been staring at that commercial for ages."

"Ah, and prepare foreign or Chinese food for today's dinner, it was only yesterday that he whispered 'I'm tired of it' to the food."

Basically, it's just that kind of mommy-san job.

But it actually pays handsomely for this sort of thing, not only is the pay longer, but I get to be next to Lark when he eats, and even though I have to help him test for drugs, Lark at dinner time doesn't hit people (laughs), so I get to scatter flowers to my heart's content.

"Commissioner, is it good?"

"It's not like you made it ......"

Is it meant to say "It's not like you made it, what's the point of asking if it's good?"

Brass, of course I made it, how do you think a chef could possibly keep up with your ideas with the variability of your daily preferences!

"So it's only good if I make it?"

".................. Bite to kill."

"When you eat, you have to chew slowly, and no anger is allowed, or you'll get indigestion."

Oh oh ~ let you taste defeat~?

The sin of hurting me~? You have to pay for it with your stomach~?

It's been a long time since I last took a beating from Mr. Lark.

I've become good?

NO! The weirdness is still there!

Mr. Lark has become gentle?

NO, the violence is still there!

The reason for this is that Mr. Lark and I are on a long-term mission.

Basically it's kind of nice, two people living in an apartment, he plows the land and I cook ...... ahem, which means he goes hacking and I clean up the house.

Actually originally Mr. Kusakabe was supposed to come along, but it was because I could cook that I was sent.

This 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom cohabitation ...... well, the life of a master and a maid, I live to learn.

Mr. Skylark was so sick of the local food that he came back for every meal, so basically he wouldn't bite and kill me so he wouldn't starve himself.

So naturally there was help with drying clothes, fighting roaches, wrenching tables and chairs and washing dishes and whatnot while vacuuming.

Not that he wasn't afraid to ask for it back tenfold at the end of the mission, of course, but one has to live in the moment, so why bother with a headache in a month's time ahah ahah ahah ahah ahah ahah ahahah ahah ahah ahah ahah ahah ahah.

"Tonight we're having fried pork chops oh!"

"............ Whatever."

"Is it okay to tie carp flags on the schnitzel?"

"Bite and kill."

"Forget it then."

Carnivores are easy to understand in a way. You said bite and kill but didn't pick up the crutch, so you really don't want to starve yourself after all.

Grab your stomach~? And then grab your heart ~?

Then mashed and fried with garlic oil until crispy ~?

Christmas with Mr. Kyo (shy)

Well, I should say Christmas with the Wind Discipline Committee group.

Mr. Kusakabe said since you've been with Mr. Kyo for so long, why don't you stop calling him Lark-sama and call him Mr. Kyo instead.

I asked him saying it's only been a year or so, not that long?

He patted me on the shoulder and then said that's a long time for Mr. Kyo.

I nodded and have been respectfully referring to him as Mr. Kusakabe ever since.

So many years of hard work for you, Kusakabe-san.

Because January 1st is not a vacation, basically everyone celebrates the two holidays together, after all, there wouldn't be a first day of worship and lucky bags and such in Italy. But everyone in the Windsor group is used to sitting at a warm table on Christmas Day everyone eating oranges or cake together, drinking wine or soju and talking about the year's past.

Naturally, Mr. Kyo doesn't participate.

Wouldn't it kill him to catch up with others and eat oranges with them ...... No, I should say it would kill them.

"Mr. Kusakabe, do you think Mr. Lark will be sitting alone in front of the office fireplace waiting for Santa Claus now?"

"Dangerous! Every year Santa Claus is dressed up by Pangolin Tokoyami! Wouldn't that get Mr. Kyo bitten!"

"Oh, forget it!"

"No, how would that work, Mary Sue you go check it out!"

Now that I think about it, I'm a Mary Sue, even though I'm a minion and a maid, I'm still a Mary Sue.

The Mary Sue who plays the fearless spirit.

So I left the warmth of the heated table in my thin clothes, then ran out the door without even taking my coat.

I had one destination in mind, and that was, naturally, the large snowy field in front of the office ...... of the Head Protector of the Clouds!

"La-la-la-la-la~ I am the wind~ I am the child of the wind~?"

"Marisol, what are you doing."

"Back to you Mr. Kyo, I'm getting ready to go to the office to see if you're waiting for Santa in front of the fireplace before freezing my face so it won't hurt so much when I get beat up and the way you feel when you call my name is so delightful."

"...... There is no Santa Claus in the world."

Click, something snapped in my mind.

"Murderer! Do you want to erase the existence of Santa Claus? If there is no Santa Claus then where did you get the bicycle with the helper wheels when you were a kid! Are you trying to say there's no Easter Bunny or Conch Girl in the world either!"

"............ is no."

I'm weathered, Kyoya Lark, child dream killer.

He didn't say anything, probably just taking a walk without his crutch, so in an unprecedented move he didn't bite and kill me, took his own coat off and put it over my head, and went back to the fireplace to continue waiting for Santa Claus, who he didn't believe existed.

"La-la-la-la-la~~ The true meaning of Valentine's Day~~? It's the never-ending chocolate...?"

"As soon as you open it~? It falls out of your shoe closet~?"

"Eat it till your nose bleeds...?"

"It's so noisy."

"If you receive chocolate from someone else, please don't throw it away. Please don't throw it away."

"Love is calories～? If you can't afford it～?"

"I can do it instead...?"

"............ To put it bluntly, can you stop not singing if you give you the chocolates you received on Valentine's Day?"

"Mr. Kyo said it himself oh! You promised yourself! I didn't say anything~"

The chocolates in my hand, although they were just ordinary models, I actually took a lot of effort to make them, after all, handmade chocolates are rare these days, and Kusakabe-san and Minion-senpai were part of it, after all, Kusakabe-san helped me a lot, and Minion-senpai, he also helped me when I moved out of the dormitory to the Wind Discipline Team housing area.

Kyo-san's share is already in the fridge, the highest work I've finished long ago.

Kyo-san who is now in the cafeteria of the Pangloss family's parallel district has never seen the finished product, it should be said that he rarely comes to the cafeteria itself, and it was only because the chef had taken a leave of absence that he was forced to eat the dishes made by this cook.

"Did Mr. Kyo give those girls a gift back?"

"Never received any chocolates."

"........................ click."

"...?"

"That's the sound of me breaking the chocolate I'm going to give you inside."

"...... Bring it."

"...... broke it."

"Inside doesn't count, bring it."

"...... Give it."

"............"

"Is it good?"

"The shape is ugly."

"........................... Click."

"...?"

"That's the sound of me breaking my favor with you inside."

"Fix it for me."

"Yes."

Benightedness or righteousness, that is the question.

After thinking about it, I realized that I had given Mr. Kyo a chocolate that appeared to outsiders to be a nativity, and it just so happened that Mr. Kyo had actually eaten that chocolate, and that he had received and eaten it in the Namamori district cafeteria during the lunch break.

So the hot news of the day was: Mary Sue gives away chocolate, larks gladly accept it?

I'm starting to hate my name ...... It always feels like "A fan of a fan gives away chocolates, and Zhou 〇倫 happily accepts them?"

But it's starting to make me think seriously, Kyoya Lark, are you a Honjin or a Yori?

Can I just go with fifty fifty and let the computer remove half the incorrect answers?

With questions in mind, I went to inquire about what was about to decide my fate.

This latest model? Your He? The Great Love Test ~ II game console! It's only a hundred yen～

Do you feel a sudden uneasiness when you're around him?

Well, a lot ...... basically whenever he takes a crutch it's unsettling.

Isn't it true that sometimes some of his actions make your heart ache?

It's not just my heart that hurts, it hurts all over my body.

Always worrying if he's taking care of himself?

Yeah, like if he's wearing the new clothes he bought him, or if he washed the bloodstained shirt right away.

Are you sensitive to eye contact when you're with him?

...... can't escape once you make eye contact with him.

Ding ding dong!

If you want to know the results then pay 10,000 dollars, hard? Coin? Oh~ (Shame)

Shame your ass! (Angry)

Despite saying that, I still wanted to know the answer, so I had to obediently put in a hundred one hundred dollars ...... which is also the money I used to buy the cake this week ......

Just as I got to the ninety-ninth coin, again was the subplot happening.

The machine got stuck.

So I called the shopkeeper, who ended up calling an acquaintance to fix it, and then Spana ran over and banged on it for a while fixing it with a grin bared at me before he left.

This grandson must have read my answer.

So just as I was about to throw in my last coin, there was that familiar sound of leather shoes behind me again.

"What are you doing here?"

"...... That's what I'm asking you."

"...... I'm doing a psychometric test, Mr. Christine how did you find this place?"

"GPS satellites set ............ someone just told me."

Hey. You just said it, didn't you? GPS just told me!

"Come to take me home? Then wait, I'll finish my psych test."

So I put in my last hundred dollars.

Ding ding dong!

You're definitely in love with him if you've put in a hundred 100-dollar coins for him, aren't you?

You are the first customer to throw in a hundred coins to find out the answer to the question... May you be truly loved (laughs)

Who's laughing? （

"Mr. Kyo, I hate coin-operated love testers."

"............"

"And"

"...... says."

"It's nativity, not righteousness."

It's White Valentine's Day.

Mr. Kusakabe gave me an early return gift, a hair band that was expensive at first glance, and Mr. Minion gave me a dress that was cheap at first glance.

I put the hair band on and the skirt on.

Walked over to Cloudkeeper's office with a little light makeup on.

"...... Your eyes are swollen."

"It's smoky makeup."

"...... And your face too."

"It's blush."

"......... And your mouth too."

"It's lipstick."

"............"

"I'm going to wash my face."

The original mood was just right, but it was knocked down by Mr. Kyo's words.

The mood and quality of work for the rest of the day was definitely much lower.

In the evening, I was approached by the Discipline Team and was told to change into a tuxedo.

If I wore a dress with this figure, I would automatically get a layer of mosaic, but once I heard that it was ordered by Mr. Kyo, naturally I didn't dare to resist.

After that, Ms. Haru and Ms. Kyoko came running over, smeared my face for a while, and then shoved me into the stretch bimmer.

Inside, the trembling driver contrasted with Mr. Kyou's relaxed look.

"Mr. Christine ...... are you going to kidnap me? I don't have any money."

"............ Let's go eat."

"That's fine, but you have to buy me, I'm broke."

"Uh-huh."

"I can't afford to pay for the gas either, and the driver's salary."

"Hmm."

"Gown rental and makeup too."

"...... I'll pay for all your expenses."

"That's fine?"

My two main weapons, deadpan and getting my way.

I'm really not exaggerating, truthfully, it's the first time I've seen such a luxurious hotel. Because basically in reality I've only ever seen the inn that comes with kebab service in front of my house.

Basically, I was fidgeting inside, too nervous, and wouldn't that couple of guests be a pair of candidates for a group gathering in Mr. Kyung's eyes?

Even so, I can't afford to waste my time eating five-star hotel food, so I savor the taste. But it's a bit hard to understand why Mr. Kyo brought me here.

Is this the legendary Last Supper?

"...... So, so what, Mr. Kyo, you, just say what you have to say ......"

"......... ...Just say it......"

Say it! Who is afraid of who! I am 还珠格格!Please 琼瑶 me it!

Mood = garbled code + not knowing what to say.

"So, Mary Sue ......"

I'm sorry Mr. Christine, I'm a dying man and I still feel a sense of joy when you call me by my name.

"...... Go out with me."

........................ Huh?

"I'm slapping myself hard on the inside."

"........................"

"Mr. Kyo, you're not kidding me Joking, right? I know you don't have that kind of humor cell, so can I take you seriously?"

".................. Yes." Obviously hesitant to refute his lack of humor.

"So, can I promise you?"

Thanks for the 100 coins plus Kyouya who has no humor.

I've recently changed my name to Kyouya, and have logically moved in with him at his place. At my strong request, he agreed to let me continue to help him with his work.

It's been a long time since I've been beaten up, if I think about it carefully, and then I'm used to being called a Mary Sue.

Well, it's still a little comical sometimes, though.

"Mary Sue and Kyoya, Kyoya and Mary Sue ...... puhahahaha."

"Can't figure you out."

"Same with each other, right? Kyouya"

Maybe it's because I've been reading too much manga, but I feel like the Kyouya I know is completely different from the one in the manga or in the manga.

Maybe I'm just crossing over from the second dimension.

Holding hands, hugging and kissing have all been done, shouldn't there be restricted things happening?

"Am I not attractive enough?"

"What makes you think that, Ms. Mary ......?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Kusakabe, I rambled."

It's impossible to speculate with Kusakabe-san that Kyouya is impotent, right?

I don't know if he'd survive that.

"...... Not enough charm? Are you thinking about such things?"

"Kyouya I'm really not guessing you're not lifting or anything really really you have to believe me everything is an illusion it's Deja vu it's illusion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Oh? So that's what you've been thinking all along ah ......"

Kyoya ...... your voice has changed ah ...... become very obvious ah... ......"

"Kyouya, I was wrong......"

Love? is to have a bunch of little brats for him~?

Kyoya, I sang your heart out.

"...... Get married."

"........................... ........."

What kind of person pushes a diamond ring like this, puts roses like this and then says, "Let's get married"?

There are! My boyfriend does!

"Kyouya. Do you know what marriage is?"

"What is ......?"

"It's just thinking about the old days to a bunch of sons and daughters of brats."

"............ So are you getting married or not?"

"............ So do you know what marriage is or not?"

"It's thinking about the old days to a bunch of sons and daughters of brats."

".................. Let's get married."

Wedding dress, love, bouquet and marriage certificate ......

The only flaw is that the Mary Sue English name on the marriage signature is an eyesore.

"Mary ......"

"Kyoya, can we change our name after we get married?"

"Why?"

"......Can I say I want to change it because Ranch Story can change it all"

"......What name are you going to change?"

"Then Kyoya, listen up! My name is ......"

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When I was a Mary Sue......

The End