I brought my heavy heart outside and caught some fresh air. The best way to calm me down was to stare at the brilliant stars filling the clouds. Well, that idea was what I had read from an article before arriving at this place.
But that did not stop my brain from thinking too pessimistically.
Every star in the night sky resembled the children dying from the room. And the moon, which served as the parent, guided those children. However, that did not stop from there. That poetic meaning never helped me conquer the bittersweet image of those who needed help.
I had this power to help them. And yet, I kept avoiding my beliefs.
And this situation required my hand to save their lives. I, who promised not to involve myself in the kingdom's affair, had to step in. If I wanted to save everyone, this village would be the perfect chance to redeem myself.
But the throbbing pain never left my heart as I wandered off the buzzing streets.
