Between heaven and earth, beneath the falling snowflakes, this small piece of land reflects a myriad of expressions.
Only... one person.
Since the beginning of this chaotic battle, he has consistently exhibited an expression entirely different from everyone around.
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What... exactly is this...?
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Remaining with Anthony and others in the safest "oval" center, with his left and right arms naturally hanging down and the tip of his sword in his right hand drooping to the snow-covered ground, Aoto scanned his surroundings with a... bewildered expression.
So strange...
Truly... so strange...
Since just now, Aoto has felt that his mood, his... vision, is very strange.
Nearly 200 "Radical Anti-foreigner Faction" members charged into the camp with unstoppable momentum... it should have felt terrifying, it should have felt disorienting.
But Aoto felt none of these emotions.
Seeing a large number of enemies charging towards them, Aoto only felt an eerily calm.
