(This book is an embarrassing relic of the author's past. The emotions are clumsily written, the logic falls apart, and it contains plenty of adolescent fantasies. Read at your own risk.)
. You once tutored Jeanne d'Arc. The girl's room was bare and plain. She sat beside you, and while you held your forehead over her hopeless math skills, she secretly gave you a shy, gentle smile.
. You once stood with Attila atop the highest peak, shouting into the vast emptiness between the mountains. Your voices echoed freely through the valleys. Then you suddenly felt the girl gently embrace you and whisper, “Class monitor is good civilization.”
. You once boarded the towering golden battleship. There, Gilgamesh finally awkwardly held out his hand to Enkidu. Three days later, you attended their wedding. You stood quietly to the side, gazing at the bustle... It seemed someone beside you asked if you wanted this too. But when you turned around, there was no one there.
. You knocked on Principal Ying Zheng's door and said you hated tragedies, so Mash had to live... The principal smiled and said, “I hate them too.”
. You are only the class monitor.
. And this is Chaldea Academy.
