My heart had been fluttering.
The sky was exceptionally blue today, and the palace was buzzing.
The voices of the courtiers echoed one after another.
“His Imperial Majesty—has returned victorious from the war!”
The moment those words were heard, the book slipped from Yomi's hand and fell.
The words I was reading no longer entered my sight.
Without a moment's hesitation, Yomi turned and ran out.
Beyond the castle gates, in the distance,
a man with black hair and emerald eyes was visible.
The face I had been waiting for, the familiar silhouette—
it was Harun.
However, on the horse he rode,
a pink-haired woman was clinging tightly to his embrace.
She was smiling and kissing his face repeatedly.
Chu, chu— as if it were nothing.
In that moment, Yomi's time stopped.
My footsteps froze as if my breath had been taken away.
Soon the horse drew near,
and Harun spotted Yomi.
But in those eyes,
there was neither joy nor longing.
He opened his mouth.
As if it were a line he had thought over for a long time, he spoke so calmly.