Kaiser had been preparing to take a short nap when someone approached him, their steps loud and hurried.
"Kaiser. Are you okay? I heard you were injured."
Ysabella stood above him, her beautiful face etched with concern. The blue-haired boy gave her a brief glance, then hummed.
"Indeed, I was. I'm okay now."
The practiced worry in Ysabella's eyes deepened, and she suddenly looked more pitiful.
"Sorry about that. I wished I was there to fight with a classmate. This world is just so cruel."
The majority of the class wavered at her words, feeling the pain in her heart as she spoke. Indeed, Ysabella was a kind person who cared for every one of her friends.
Kaiser didn't bother replying, but nodded. Closing his eyes, he no longer paid any attention on the human named Ysabella.
A sense of emptiness lingered in him, unable to be washed away.
'Every human is just a clown. Wearing personalities they are conditioned to like roleplayers… utterly boring.'
