As I glanced backward, Mira was endlessly talking while Evangel walked forward, occasionally nodding her head and licking her strawberry ice cream.
Had she taken my words about Mira being an observer too seriously? She did know she could talk, right?
At that moment, some students suddenly entered through the gate and walked forward, blocking my view of Mira and Evangel.
"..."
It was cold, very cold.
My body ached from the hours of running around while training today, and my mental state was perhaps at its worst yet.
Whenever I was alone, left in pure silence, the everlasting words of my mother had said to me in my dream echoed through my head.
I knew it was a dream...I knew I had imagined that entire interaction, yet it felt so real.
Sometimes, the picture of the former hero's dead body lying on my throne would flash across my sight, as well.
It was hard to believe that I hadn't even been in this world for longer than a week.
