A week after the event I attended as Leander Herington, the new school term began.
There was no public notice of the Order's collapse, but it was confirmed they had been completely shut down, with most of its members either dying in the midst of conflict, sentenced to prison or otherwise punished and struck with a gag order.
From that, it appeared the government wanted to brush the subject under the rug as much as possible. During the break, I had been contacted with a request to not speak about the matter, and of course, I obliged.
There was no need to talk any further about the Order of the Night-Time Chrysanthemum, after all, and I was never interested in them from the beginning.
The end of an infamous group whose name originated from a dead guy who had an appreciation for poetry, perhaps.
In the end, however, it is nature's will for a flower to wilt and wither away.
They shouldn't be upset about it.
