บท 263: || Chapter 257 || Joining Veresyahs

Nightfall comes, and it is no longer a dreadful thing to Moulin. 

With his ankle-length hair cut short, the silver braid rested just above his tailbone. Tomorrow, he would join the Veresyahs¹, and he would prepare himself to aid them, to contribute to his stay. The collars of his shirt fluttered as the nightly wind greeted him in the dark balcony. His hip was leaning against the fence, and his eyes lifted as though searching for the stars within the black sky. 

But he didn't care if he could actually see one. He was simply gazing blankly—thoughts crammed in his head like clothes popping out of a tightly closed trunk. A faint sigh escaped his lips, and he lowered his gaze. At last, he settled his attention to the city beneath the tower. The lights were like stars. Like a river's reflection of the starry sky.

"Moulin..."