The time spent with Master Calcirust is precious.

It's a page of youth...

The neighbor's wife is looking at this one with a flicker. And something blurry.

Absolutely nasty. Maybe I don't like it. Is he jealous?

It's a little hard... being hit and weak...

The obvious gaze of the aunts. Somewhere cold as ice and sharp as a knife.

Master Calcirasto walks flat. That's a prince......

I... even though I feel so despicable...

"That's just disproportionate. I'm busy."

The word pierces my chest. Blood is going to erupt like a fountain.