My Visual Novel System

Emersyn Hernandez

After waiting for about half an hour, Azaria finally arrived, carrying a bag as if she intended to study with Justus.

With a swift motion, Justus locked the door, a smile breaking free despite his attempts to control it.

In the past, if Azaria had been confined in such a situation, Justus might have harbored dark thoughts, considering drastic measures. But now, everything had changed. Justus was filled with joy; his plan, meticulously crafted over half a month, had finally succeeded. He had secured this moment alone with Azaria.

"Your smile is a bit unnerving, Justus," Azaria remarked, undisturbed by Justus's peculiar laughter. She had grown accustomed to Justus's shifting moods: moments of contemplation, seriousness, and now, an oddly foolish grin. Despite its peculiarity, Azaria felt no sense of danger. Instead, in this space, she strangely found a sense of security.

She was accepting this somewhat peculiar friend before her, who harbored no ill intentions toward her.

Witnessing