The war is over. The person standing on the top floor looked at the people she used to get along with day and night, and followed her favorite brother out of the academy. The breeze ruffled the man's silver hair, and the feeling of loneliness suddenly surged into his heart. So lonely, so alone. . . . .
Aren't you used to being alone? Why do you still feel lonely? You yourself are a ridiculous joke, and a trace of it is gone. The reason for you to stay in this school is gone. What qualifications do you have to stay here?
Leaving is the best choice. If you leave, you won't think so much and it won't hurt so much. Including that man, the man with brown hair, red eyes, and the aura of a king. Never miss him, ever...
The sunset is so beautiful, so beautiful that it makes people want to cry... It's better to be at night, at least it won't make people so lonely.