Blackberry Kennit, at the age of twenty-six.
He once walked along the winding rivers of his youth, trying to find the old grandma who gave him bread. He had stepped into the forest, chasing the singing of the Nightingale. He also piloted an airship, trying to find his Angel.
Yet, ten years have passed. Ever since the war began.
The Angel did not come.
Once, a daring person shouted at him, saying that the Supreme Mage is male. So he ordered the execution of this commoner.
...Angel, oh Angel.
What has halted your steps, is Heaven's affairs too busy? Can you take me away, let me follow you up to Heaven?
Blackberry recalled her eyes from his childhood, like precious black gemstones. No matter how many years he grew, her appearance remained young. She must be an Angel from Heaven, to not scorn such a monster like him who could induce diseases. She distinctly said—"Whether a sword is good or evil depends on the one who wields it, not the sword itself."
