Rolling winds swept across the winter grassland.
Sir Awen gazed with deeply conflicted eyes at the aged Lynn before him, at the gun Lynn had raised toward him. That same resolve from all those years ago still seemed to fill his eyes. Though his body had grown stooped, his character had not changed in the slightest.
But wasn't that precisely why everyone in Dark Night City wanted to be with him?
Because you knew.
No matter when it was, no matter how he usually treated you, when you truly reached the end of your rope, that ordinarily frivolous fellow would always stand firmly at your side. However little strength he had, he would protect the family he had fought so hard to gain.
And wasn't that his greatest charm?
He suddenly smiled.
"I know."
"Even when you're old, you'll still stand at the very front. Because if you didn't, you wouldn't be Lynn."
At that moment.
He lunged forward.
Bang-
A gunshot rang out across the entire grassland.
Amid the breeze brushing her face, the girl among the sheep abruptly raised her head. As the wind swept through her long hair, immense bewilderment surged in her eyes. She turned sharply, as though she had suddenly lost something more precious than anything else.
Your heart suddenly felt hollow.
The boundless, surging Sea of Loss.
Endless darkness closed in from every direction, as though plunging you into the deepest reaches of a bottomless frozen pool, slowly freezing everything you were from all sides.
A tremendous howling filled his ears.
He felt as though he had fallen into a dream from which he could never wake, not in an entire lifetime. Within that dream, he had nearly forgotten who he was, forgotten why he was trapped in such freezing darkness.
In an