Perhaps at the beginning, when they encountered each other near the Temple, they hadn't noticed one another. But from that moment on, their story had already begun.
When counting the experiences and the changes that happened this year, getting closer to his retirement goal became easier to recall the moment he first set it.
It felt like waking from a dream, or from intoxication—the memory of that beautiful time seemed like a dream bestowed by the Goddess of Destiny, ethereal and elusive.
On the contrary, his memories as Lanci were more real and had never changed.
The timer on the wall of the conference room kept ticking away.
The audience outside Shadow World, who could only watch the figure of the examiner and the back of the easel, whispered to each other, filled with anticipation.
What would become of today's contentious exam was probably about to be revealed very soon.
