The dark, cold corner, the biting cold wind, the tattered thin clothes are still in summer style, the bread is so stiff that it looks like it could kill a troll, and one or two mice scurry by from time to time. This was what she had to face every day. Time passes, day and night change. He never looked forward to the starry sun in the future, and even hoped to be with Merlin as soon as possible. It's not that I don't want to live in the world. I just didn't expect it. Clarify the burden. But everything seems to be reversible? After all, everything is reversible. We just have to wait for the opportunity. Waiting for the final counterattack.