It has already been a week since I stayed in the Imperial Palace.
A story both short and long.
As if to prove the steps taken in the past.
The scent of spring that has arrived erases the remaining winter of the season.
From the window, the scent of fresh grass brushes past.
The completely melted snow, the pure white world, the cloudy sky—all of it blends with the footprints left behind.
Like the scene where paint, moistened by a brush, disperses, the world becomes soft and fuzzy.
- "It’s strange not to feel pain."
- "It’s a bit confusing."
- "It’s hard to really believe I’ve been cured, and I still don’t understand His Majesty... I think I still need time."
- “I greet the second star of the Empire.”
- “I am Yuda Snakeus, now assigned as Your Majesty’s personal physician.”
