it was it. after all, stuck by a dagger with hidden poison, he collapsed then and there blood and sweat come together and mix, before long they’ll change to drops of purple. his arts dissolved, all the women came to their senses and rushed from the mansion. looking at him for just a moment

this is the end, isn’t it…? he thought as he was dying, yet a girl seemed to be still there, watching him. what is she thinking?