Hello, my name is Charlotte.
A noble heiress, a beautiful woman with only one leg, and an utter trash of a woman.
My hobbies are spending weekends with pretty girls, then dumping them.
Every day, I never forget to have a bite of my favorite milk pudding, followed by a cup of warm black tea.
Behind my back, though, people are always calling me the "Witch of Lies," even slandering me as a suspect and a murderer.
But I have never told a lie.
"I love you." "I like you." "You're the only one for me."
Just like the confessions I've made to them countless times on weekends, I am both pure and kind.
Harem
