As her name suggests, Nicola does whatever she wants. As a freelance killer, she never cares about so-called dogma.
She fell in love with an impossible person by chance, but Nicola, who believes in playing games, said how would you know if you don't try.
The moonlight that night was so beautiful, and at a casual glance, he was bathed in the holy moonlight, but he was Satan, savoring the taste of killing.
Try your best to stand beside that perverted prince. In Varian, there are laughter, tears, misunderstandings, and the sweetness of nostalgia.
Nicola knew that killers should not have weaknesses. Faced with the incomprehension of others, she smiled arrogantly. If she was strong enough, there would be no so-called powerlessness.
Bell, don't die in the future, your death and happiness will be given by me.
Only with clouds can there be violent storms. Strong winds can also scatter clouds until they are completely defeated.
——————Short snippet
Nicola: "Hey, is Senior Bell really a prince? I thought he hadn't passed the second semester yet."
Bell: "xixixixi, I'll kill you~"
"Then does His Highness the Prince have a castle?"
"Xixixi, no."
"Can you ride a horse?"
"Xixi, no."
"Is there a princess?"
"□□…No.
"Cut~"
"You'd better go to hell! ! "
————————Fragment 2
"Become the prince's princess, xixixixi. "
"I refuse, the princess is such a good middle school girl..."
(Knife threat)
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