"You have to say 'Open Saseme System of the fantasy world of 7 roses'."
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Lucien had a scenario on her head continuously playing around, particularly what she would do to torture this man who had been on her nerve the day she was sent to this world.
But not a single bit of plan satisfied her. She simply sat on the grass crouched, hand wrapped around her folded legs and her chin rested on top.
And before the butler knew it, a large thick root appeared around the bush and under the ground. It had wrapped him, muffling his mouth, and was now hung upside down as though he was trapped in a spider's web.
"Did you actually think I am the main character from a book who would remember this kind of thing?"
She stood up and walked towards him, "and who the heck would even remember those lines?"
