Prologue

 

There should have been a pulsing sound like it was spring.

It would be nice if there was a sweet scent like confectionery, too.

If I were a wealthy girl, I would have worn a lovely dress and changed my hairstyle. It was supposed to be such a dreamy thing.

Stacking a set of suspiciously thick books, my incredibly handsome childhood friend deeply furrowed his eyebrows. With his face looking like an ogre that hadn’t eaten for 3 days. He said,

 

“I want to be loved.”

 

Hearing his voice, which sounded like a ghost crawling out from the depths of the earth, sent shivers down my spine and made me wonder what was about to begin.

 

—From “a reminiscence of a certain pitiful knight”



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