Or that’s how it should have been but……
Diablo was beside the wall with his arms crossed, gazing at the appearance of the three girls sheding tears and sympathizing with each other.
It was somehow, cheap.
He thought that it resembled that.
As if──it was as if he was looking at his classmates right before they were changing grades.
They’d cry, talk, and vow to have lifelong friendships with each other. But when it became the new school year, he would never see them all in the same place together.
He didn’t understand the meaning of that.
Rem’s troubles were something that risked her life, and even for Shera, if she was intent on being present at the Demon King Revival, it was probably understandable that she was risking her life. It would be nice if she understood that.
And then, Alicia should have had some conflicts in terms of her position. For a woman to take up the position of State Knight, she should have had some uncommon hardships.
The girls’ tears were different from his classmates’ “make-believe farewell”. Even though that is how it should have been, there was some kind of sense of discomfort.
Diablo breathed a sight in his heart.
──Good grief, I wonder if it’s because I have a communication disorder, don’t have any friends, and never joined a LINE group, that I can only see things through such a warped viewpoint?