He saw that there were deserters on the battlefield, a couple holding hands as they left the battlefield, disguised as civilians, returning to the Fiery Flame Land to live hidden in the deep mountains.
For the three months before they were discovered, they used all their strength to love each other, to spend those peaceful days they knew would not last long, burning their brilliance before the judgment.
They all found it.
Found the 'true sensation of living.'
What about me?
Dastiel thought so.
At the final stage of the war, even he, the Crown Prince, and the Fifth Energy Level of the Fiery Flame Land had to appear.
He slaughtered along the way, burned along the way, but even when besieged by The Three Great Knight Orders of the Empire, Dastiel still couldn't find that feeling, that feeling of truly wanting to live, of burning regardless of death.
At this moment, Dastiel sincerely... envied those ordinary people.
He was jealous.
