PS: (Dear, it is recommended to pair this with BGM: "Por Una Cabeza" while reading!)
In the center of the dance floor, former childhood friends leaned on each other, dancing as the music changed.
They gazed into each other's eyes, their faces bearing identical perfect smiles.
And... deep in their eyes, a similar coldness.
"It's meaningless now..."
Philia remained silent for the entire duration of the dance, not saying a word.
As the new song started, she gently shook her head, and as she turned her head, she softly said, "Herbert, what do you mean by that?"
"Do you really not know what I mean?"
Herbert humorously asked, "Won't you at this point still insist that you knew nothing about those things?"
"Even now, will you continue to pretend? Do you really want me to spell everything out?"
Herbert looked at Philia and stated confidently, "Perhaps as you explained in your letter, you weren't in the Royal City that day, but you kept a lot to yourself."
