Compared to the first time he was in the newspaper, this time, Robert Lee was very satisfied with his photo in the newspaper—whether it was the wrinkles that lifted when smiling, or the hint of fortitude between his brows, all were just right.
It could be hung on the old house's wall, enjoying the offerings of pork and incense along with the elders.
"It's just that this report came out a bit late."
Standing on the street, Robert Lee leaned against the tall counter of the milk tea shop, his expression indifferent yet his heart rejoicing, a somewhat inappropriate thought flickering through his mind—the report was published more than a month after the war ended, the wizarding world and Beta Town's frenzy over discussing those magical beasts had subsided, which was a huge regret.
He seemed concerned that others could see the thought that had flashed through his mind.
