Mitsuki and Jeanne were sitting at the table, where breakfast had been served: meat, fried eggs, boiled potatoes, and a large glass of orange juice. It wasn't much, but it was certainly better than anything they had eaten during the journey; besides, it looked delicious. But no matter how appetizing the food looked, nothing seemed to catch Mitsuki's attention, as he stared into the void with a confused expression.
"Believe it or not, Ellegaard visited the Kingdom of Sardonyx before I was born," Jeanne said, taking a bite from the steak on her plate. "She doesn't usually talk much about it. You know, elves don't like talking about the past; they always keep moving forward without stopping, as if they don't care about all the memories left behind."
Mitsuki grabbed his fork and stabbed the meat, completely distracted; he wasn't even looking at the plate. Jeanne kept talking as usual.
