Hello, all lovely readers. Today I'm writing a fanfic again, and I'm going to name the basic information corner the Confession Corner. Aside from not being able to post in time for the actual day, there are still...a lot. The woman was wrong.

TwT

There are many things I want to confess.

1. We came up with the plot in one day, without overthinking it at all.

2. Halloween theme leaked. It was intended to be a Halloween party. Going back and forth telling ghost stories in the cemetery--

3. The strange title from an old fic is lazy--

4. This fic is biased towards love. It's not as dramatic as other stories because it doesn't hurt - (every story is written with love, not hate).

And now the semester is open. Maybe I don't stop by to decorate often. One of the reasons why I didn't make it in time was homework.

The female character of Troy Mare and our second royal husband may have been leaked -- please leave a comment to encourage me. The feeling I felt when I read the comments said that it was well written and fun. I will continue to follow. It's like being in the abyss and someone comes and pushes you all the way up to heaven. Another thing is that I'm lonely. If you talk to readers it will feel very good, so please give your feedback. You can tell me if I'm wrong as usual.

Thirty-first day of the tenth month

At night, there was only light from the moonlight that was not obscured and the light from the candles that flickered because the wind blew past them as if to extinguish them. The sound of rustling leaves added to the atmosphere, making it even more eerie than it already was.

A man with light blue hair sat on the ground in front of the candle, and a young woman sat on the opposite side. They were now in a forest near a lake.

Even though it's this quiet But they're still here to give the two of them the right atmosphere to tell their horror story.

“Ah...it's already midnight. Do you want to go back to the castle first? If the candle goes out, it will be a mess.”

"Can I tell you this story for the last time, Miss Ira? I promise."

“Ah, if it's the last one then I'm fine.”

He smiled gently at the woman in front of him to show that he was not really annoyed. Even though telling horror stories in the forest from early in the morning until late at night isn't exactly the right thing to do.

"Alright...the following matter...is something I...have encountered myself."

The Princess of Troimer slowly adjusted her tone and expression to the story she was about to tell as the other party listened intently.

“Back then...when I was sixteen...back then there were rumors about ghosts in my school's library...at first I didn't believe it...until...that day... ”

He was secretly suspicious as well. Because if it were him in the past, he would definitely be very annoyed at having to do something like this.

“I went to the library after school because I didn't want to go home early and argued with someone in the house...but...I heard a strange sound...it was like some kind of sticky liquid but I didn't pay attention. ...until almost 6 p.m...."

Yes, he wasn't sure why he had to do something like this.

“I decided to leave the library but went to put away some books first...then I...met a woman...who was also putting away books...”

Maybe it's because...it's you?

“I was secretly a little scared because I hadn't seen anyone before...and suddenly...that person...turned and grinned at me...with a face...covered in blood.. .”

What a great atmosphere. As soon as that sentence was finished The wind was blowing strongly. The trees clanked against each other, making a sound that was louder than the first. But she continued to tell the rest of her story.

“I was so shocked I ran away...after that...I never went into the library again...that's about it.”

“It was a direct experience.”

“Yes, and please come back.”

The young man nodded and they both got up and left.

“By the way, why did you come to me here this year and not go to Rotoria like other years?”

“Ah, because I…”

She scratched her cheek a bit before speaking.

“I would rather be with Mr. Ira.”

“Eh?”

“Because I like you, Ira. So I want the two of us to be together—ah!”

She was slightly startled when a hand covered her eyes from behind.

“Yes, Miss Ira?”

"Don't look at my face...I don't know what kind of face I have right now..."

“But, what should I do? I...can't see.”

The other party didn't answer. He could only use his other hand to hold the other person's hand tightly. As if telling him to hold his hand.

The two hands holding each other tightly exchanged warmth. Full of love for each other It was as if he didn't want to lose the other person. No matter what

The End

Arriving late and being out of character like this is wrong. If you know this, come up with a new heroine and you'll survive -- the story that the heroine tells is my assumption. We thought of the plot when the day came, we got home before we could turn on the computer. And then adjust the story to suit it. Then finish typing. Mom sent me to bed first. The next morning it will be finished. Then come down in the evening.

We don't meditate much. Meditation work is broken -- thank you to all readers as usual.

Oh, we almost forgot. We have a ghost boat. It's a Y-boat, but we decorated it and no one is interested in taking care of it. That is, I've never seen anyone dress up before. It's difficult to request other people. Can't find anyone who currently uploads novels and accepts requests.

That ghost ship is Saiga.

x

Makoto.

If anyone is interested in taking care of it, please use this couple to write a fanfic. I'm really asking. We can't take care of this boat ourselves. But I want to have a place in society. Please please.

Thanks for read