So when he saw the straightforward relationship between Roland and Li Lin—which he thought was direct—he couldn't help but be deeply moved.
No.
Shaking his head, Charles banished those stray thoughts; the idea that anyone could appreciate such thoughts was a blasphemy to the efforts of his sister Minerva, who had sheltered him so that he could survive until now.
Taking a deep breath, he peered through the gap in the window at Minerva ascending the podium and murmured softly to himself.
"Perhaps... that big brother really is the fated one meant for my sister..."
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Dressed in a budding green stand-collar uniform, adorned with golden fleur-de-lis embroidery, and draped in a burgundy cape that reached her knees, the spirited young girl stood on the podium, speaking loudly into the sound amplification device:
"Brave warriors! Those devoted to the cause of justice! Those fighting for righteousness and faith! Under your heroic efforts..."
