The weather in late winter is always so gloomy, and thick snow has covered the roads of Black Master Academy.
When you step on it, it makes a "creak-creak-" sound.
The pure white snow is just like this, one foot after another is imprinted with zero's slow and heavy footsteps, and they are walking hard in the snow in the wind and snow.
Such a desolate Black Lord Academy, such a lonely Black Lord Academy.
The former one with the dangerous but lively night club, the lonely and noble pure-blood king, the warm and pure pure-blood princess.
And... That lonely, cold boy with purple eyes.
It seems that everything has changed subtly without others knowing.
Conception:
Let's make another complaint about Hehe, Fatty.