Thinking back when he had to leave, among the lush forest, a girl with long, silver hair used a pair of green eyes and watched him quietly.
“I will wait for you at the Five Great Academies, if you do not come…”
Within the girl’s slender hand, she was holding a sword. She lifted it up until it was in front of his chest and gently poked him at the location of his heart. “I will kill him, but…”
The girl stared at him with her eyes as clear as glass.
“I do not like people who readily admit their failure, but this time, it can’t be considered as your loss, at least I liked it.”
The gentle wind blew and raised the girl’s proud and bright silver hair. On her cold, white face, a slight tint of red appeared. Although it was faint, it was still dazzlingly beautiful.
“So, you must come!”