He held the badge and short sword, as if he were still guarding some unfinished oath.
His face was pale, lips tinged with blue, yet he showed no fear, no panic.
Just quietly… remaining in that morning where no one was present anymore.
...
The brief summer of the Northern Territory had quietly slipped away, and the morning wind brought back a chill.
Fortunately, the hot spring circulation system in Red Tide City had been restarted.
The entire castle seemed gently wrapped in a layer of warmth, the room cozy, making it hard for people to rise.
Louis opened his eyes, a gentle blue light before him.
It was Emily's hair, quietly spread on the white pillow, like ripples on a lake in spring.
Her face was serene and beautiful, her eyelashes long, the tip of her nose slightly red, lips still carrying a hint of last night's lingering smile.
One hand rested on his chest, like a kitten.
