Purgatory Floor 80

The banquet.

Short scenes flowed and twisted through the night.

The night view beyond the terrace, which I gazed up at in silence, was so vivid.

Awake through one summer night, the red-haired woman and I did not speak.

We merely remained quietly immersed in the night sky.

“······Um, Princess.”

And the next day, after the night and melody had ended.

I was kneeling in my dormitory room, at my wits' end.

“Did you have fun?”

A sulky voice rang in my ears...