Chapters

“Huh…” “It’s nothing.” The curse that slipped out unconsciously lacks the force to reach its target. The brief flash of […]

What should he do in this situation? Ignoring him is out of the question, and normally, courtesy—bordering on flattery—would be

“Yuran, where’re we eating lunch?” Right after the lunch bell, his friend Gia strikes up a conversation. Gia’s tan skin,

“Yuran…?” The unexpected name sparks curiosity more than surprise. Violette doesn’t find it odd that Milania knows Yuran. It wouldn’t

“Haa…” Placing her bag on the desk and sinking into her chair, Violette lets out a sigh. During breakfast, with

Even after returning home, her parents said nothing about the incident. Just like in her first life, it seems Maryjune

“You idiot!” “Ugh… but—” “No buts! Why would you… do something like that!?” In a secluded corner of the venue,

Turning around, Violette finds Yuran, as expected. His unique nickname for her made it clear even without seeing him, but

Golden hair tied back, vibrant golden eyes—his mere presence exudes a divine aura that makes one forget how to breathe.

Hearing her name, Violette’s first reaction is startled confusion, thinking for a moment she’s been called. Glancing toward the sound