As for Mitsuki, he simply looked up at the sky in silence.
'Things around me always seem to take a rather strange turn. Maybe there really is no rest for me, but the fact that I can handle it calmly is undeniable proof that I'm becoming stronger.'
Or proof that he had lost his emotions.
The cold air struck his face while Jeanne continued forward with inexhaustible energy. The sound of her footsteps, the voices of the crowd, and the jingling bells coming from several shops blended into a constant noise that enveloped the entire avenue.
Once he finished his internal monologue, Mitsuki realized they had stopped in front of a small shop with spotless windows and polished brown wooden edges. The whole place looked immaculate. A sign hung from a pair of chains above the door in the shape of a spool of thread and a needle. It read: [ Midnight Needles ]
"Let's go in, Mitsuki."
