The soldiers we pass by earnestly salute Calcilast-sama.
And then leave quickly. They must be busy. Good luck.
I feel like the endless blue sky is blessing us.
I wonder if it’s my imagination? Hm?
Just from holding hands I feel so lively like I could sprout wings.
It feels like if I jumped it’d flew out of atmosphere.
But then we’d need to breathe mouth-to-mouth…
Me, what are you thinking. How immodest.
I squeezed Calcilast-sama’s hand. It feels greatly reliable.
We walked slowly and leisurely. I wonder how long we’ll be together today?