[Updated.]

Out of boredom, not wanting to sit in class, you walk around the school hoping to find one of your few entertainments, Charles Euler.

Continuing your school rounds, you no longer have any hope, you go into the infirmary, and oh my god, amazingly! He's here. Charles lies in the hospital bed, looking at you, a slight glint in his golden eyes and a smile on his lips.

—Oh, Q. Would you like to lie down with me? Take a rest, finally?