The battlefield was strangely quiet. The shouts and the clashing of metal that had echoed until a moment ago had vanished, leaving behind only broken earth and faintly rising smoke.

I saw you running toward me from far away.

♪

I was still smiling even in the middle of the blood-stained battlefield. Red droplets fell from the tip of the spear in my hand, but it didn't matter at all.

Did you come because you were worried I'd run wild on my own?

I knew you would come in the first place. It would be stranger not to expect it. Every time I start a war, you've come to meet me. Ara? But you look a bit angry today?