Koko Jidai Ni Gomandatta Jou Sama To No Dosei Seikatsu Ha Igaito Igokochi Ga Warukunai -

Not the shallow, required bow to the Emperor’s image. A deep, broken, human bow — forehead nearly to the floor.

"Anywhere but here."

The words settle into your chest like a low, familiar ache: "In the Emperor’s era, living together with the arrogant Jō-sama isn’t as uncomfortable as I expected." Not the shallow, required bow to the Emperor’s image

He knelt, lifted your chin with one finger. "Then don't let them win after I'm gone. Watch the sky. Light a candle. Remember that the hollow age is hollow only because we empty ourselves." He left that night. You never saw him again. Not the shallow

And that is why, even now, you write in your hidden journal: familiar ache: "In the Emperor’s era