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With reddish hair such as that of the Celts swayed by the wind, and dressed in a suit, a young woman was waiting by herself at the train station.
In spite of being the national railway, the schedule screen wasn’t entirely reliable. She has spent more than one hour without moving an inch, standing still on the platform.
Don’t mind me. Just trying to brighten up this blog a bit since I don’t foresee updates any time soon. Nothing makes me happier than seeing Arc on top, of the blog.
I’m still used to Tsuki no Sango’s previous bi-yearly update, so I missed this chapter on time. This time is sixteen pages long. It’s the chapter about the man who gave up on humanity and ostracized himself from it.
It’s not that I hated mankind.
Rather, I did not wish to get myself involved with them.
People’s hopes, and the lives they were given.
Were too much for me to handle.
So what was left for me was the network and a cramped room.
