The distant voice of a woman in the darkness...
"Look me in the eyes."
It echoed through the darkness of his memories, distorted and unclear.
Fourteen-year-old Mitsuki stared at the floor of a stage fading into the dark mist of the void.
"I'm sorry... I... ... ... ..."
He opened his eyes.
An unfamiliar ceiling greeted him.
Actually, there was no ceiling.
The blue sky stretched above him. The sounds of clashing swords, explosions, and spectators cheering for the fighters currently battling in the arena echoed in the distance.
"You're finally awake," Jeanne said, looking down at him.
"Am I resting on your lap?" he asked.
The princess smiled.
"Yes."
"No wonder my head hurts. Your armor is really hard."
"I don't think it's just the armor. Leona slammed you into the ground, remember? Anyone would've cracked their head open after that."
"You really have a gift for getting yourself into ridiculous situations," Ellegaard interrupted.
