Chapitre 405: [405] The Dragon of White that caught the moon itself.

A young boy stared at the crowd in the distance with an apathetic gaze, he was wearing torn clothes and there wasn't a single speck on his body free from dirt and scum. He had long, black hair that was sullied by dirt and dust and beautiful, dreamy scarlet eyes.

His handsome and cute features had been sullied by the neglect and harsh conditions he had faced. Something a child of his tender age should never even be subjected to.

"..."

Bright red lights shone in his eyes and he gazed at the festival of the New Year. But could he enjoy something like this?

He had no family. No Humanity.

Then why?

Why did he prefer this site?

He watched with rapt attention, even though his Apathetic face did not show it.