Releasing My Pressure
At The Library
"Ahh... this is nice."
Said the girl who laid lazily on the sofa with a cookie in her mouth, a bookstand on her side, and many failed incomplete scarfs and knitting yarns around her.
I haven't been able to catch my breath ever since they put me to work. I've accidentally entered myself in a slave contract, and I'm just about to kill the master myself if I continue working like this.
Thank god for this place. If not, I would have given a good hand chop over that smiling face of his.
Then while she is taking a moment indulging in her thoughts of hitting the Prince's head, when she saw the badly knitted scarf in her hands, it leads her to sigh again.
"——Sigh, I only got about an hour every day at lunchtime. So I thought I use this time to knit his scarf for him, but..."
