"Wouldn't that be good, too, if this day were to last forever? I... No, you were silent."

The prince's words echoed the cerebral cord. What does this sound mean? I dropped my gaze on the floor of the flooring with my hand on the iron appliance and weighing in. Something unclear. If this is a dream...... no, I'm talking about how much sleep you have.

"Mr. Maricana, you have a little twist on your forehead."

"Do you dislike it? Mr. Mayria."

"I'm just trying to warn you. Don't push me."

I bow my head to Master Calcirust and leave the scene. The sports shoes play a cuddly sound as I walk. The wall clock is broken and the progress of time is delayed.