Eighth Chapter ─ Once Upon the Myriad of Butterflies

From the knight to the forgetful owl, the polar bear is an enemy.

For the Strongest Mage, butterflies not love and peace.

Reverberation of despair, and another stench of sublime psychological thrill. Twitching brain, heavily pulsating heart, feeling I've never had before: a messed synthesis of blight and idiosyncratic collapse.

My friend is my woe, and it will always be─I've been to Kyoto multiple times in my life, sneaking then and there because I was entitled and untouchable. The government has no control of my firebrand issues, letting me do what I please either by whim or serious command… and there are times I regret ever being true to my desires. Emotionless is not emotionless, hindrance is not whole.

From those events I snuck out, there were two instances I've seen that almost coerced my sanity to pass for the afterlife.

I hate it.

And exactly, at the moment, inside my turf of all places─it has come to overthrow my radicalized life.