"Hey! Let's hurry up!"
A child's voice rang.
The five-year-old child had golden hair with a few strands of white and golden eyes. His clothes wore the emblem of the Celesta Royal family, so he was without a doubt a royal.
Several children followed after him while others did not.
"Ouch!"
A girl's yelp echoed.
The girl, who was also around five years old, had tangerine eyes. She was Miranda Stormdila. Tears gathered slowly in the corner of her eyes as blood slowly flowed down from her injured knees.
"Are you okay, Myra?"
A worried voice stopped Miranda from crying.
She looked up and saw a familiar boy to her.
The boy had grey hair. His amber eyes showed worry as he looked at her.
"Edward!"
Miranda hugged the kneeling boy.
"H-Hey!"
Edward somehow caught Miranda without falling.
"I-It hurts!"
Miranda complained.
Edward patted Miranda's head with a smile.
"Let me see it."
He separated himself from Miranda and took a look at Miranda's injury.
"Hmm."
Without hesitation, he tore away a piece of his expensive tunic and coiled it around Miranda's knee.
"I will take you to aunty, she will treat you."
"M-Mommy?"
Miranda asked with teary eyes because of the pain.
"Yeah, come. Climb."
Edward turned around and showed his back.
"Yeah!"
Miranda happily climbed on Edward and coiled tightly her tiny arms around his neck.
"Y-You are choking me, Myra."
Edward laughed.
"M-My prince is invincible…"
Miranda muttered in a weak voice.
"Myra?"
Edward glanced behind and saw Miranda asleep.
He smiled and slowed down his walk to not wake Miranda up.
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"..."
Miranda wasn't speaking.
It should be normal since no one should speak during the entrance ceremony, but it wasn't because of that.
She was seated in the right front row in the great hall.
The Headmaster was speaking but he was interrupted.
Some students entered late and by the main doors, on top of that.
It was cocky and disrespectful.
But most of them couldn't think about that, just like Miranda.
Miranda's gaze was on the man walking in the front.
Grey messy hair.
Sharp amber eyes.
A face with foreign features.
Despite the fact that he was walking like a true noble, his clothes were disheveled and his tie was hanging loosely around his neck.
A wave of nostalgia fell on Miranda as she eyed Edward from top to bottom.
It was the same figure as Edward of years ago.
He was fit and he didn't wear that twisted smile.
He was definitely not like the Edward Miranda had known and liked, the one with a gentle smile and soul. The Edward she was seeing had a sharp expression. An expression she had never seen before on his face. He was walking as if he owned the place different from the coward Edward or the humble one of her childhood.
But she recognized him.
It was definitely Edward.
He still had that gait, stance and that weird overconfidence plastered on his face that he should have lost after his mother's death.
He felt closer yet far from her to Miranda.
It was making her uncomfortable.
He lost some traits of his past self, but he recovered as well.
'Edward…'
She narrowed her eyes.
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