The three of us sat in folding chairs in the corner of the church, watching the soldiers' movements.
While the soldiers searched the church, a familiar face approached.
He had a good-natured look, black hair in an all-back style, and was as slim as me. His height was a little shorter than mine.
His name was Taylor. During the war, he had been my superior and vice-captain.
When he came closer, he looked at my face with a puzzled expression and said,
"Raide?"
"…Long time no see, Taylor."
"Ah… Mind if I ask? Those ladies over there are with you too."
The ladies Taylor called "miss" — Fia and Leah — looked at me with a silent "Huh?" while giving wry smiles.
…Well, it can't be helped if it's just about looks, right?
I replied with a wry smile and then nodded at Taylor.
He told me that he was now the captain of both the guard unit and the security force.
So he knew about what happened to the three songstresses, the church, and why I was here.
