The girl suddenly remembered which year, when she couldn't even remember, that boy came from the north trudging across mountains and rivers with difficulty, carrying a heavy sword and an unclear mission. There was ice and snow in his silver hair, dusty from the wind, and his red eyes were like little suns. The memory is as bright as the stars, that knight came like this.
The knight just left. There will never be another knight in this ancient continent.
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