Volume 1 Prologue — Endings and Beginnings
Volume 1 Prologue: Endings and Beginnings
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The 13th day of the fourth month, the year 3306 of the World Calendar.
In the middle of the school gymnasium, which had been converted into a ballroom—
A boy and a girl were dancing .
A boy with black hair,
And a girl with long, decorated brown hair .
They boy, in a black tuxedo,
And the girl, in a yellow dress .
With the gazes of many other boys and girls on them, they danced .
Elegantly, and maybe a little violently .
“You’re even good at dancing, huh. I hate you just a little bit more now, Treize. ”
“Cut me some slack, Lillia. I’m trying my best here. ”
“Tch. You know, I won’t go easy on you even if you’re a prince or whatever. ”
“I know. ”
The words they exchanged as they danced—
—were drowned out completely by the music around them .
“I am wondering what the two people are talking about… But in any case, they are both very, very cool. ”
A girl with long black hair done up—
A girl wearing a white dress—
Said to the boy standing at her right side .
“It sort of looks like they’re fighting. ”
A boy with grey eyes—
A boy wearing a black tuxedo—
Replied with a flustered look .
The emcee on the dance floor called out, “Everyone, are you just going to stand around all night?” .
Boys and girls stepped onto the floor with their chosen partners beside them .
The black-haired girl turned her gaze from Lillia and Treize, looking to her right .
And she held out her white-gloved hand to the boy standing there .
The grey-eyed boy turned elegantly,
And gently took her hand in his .
“Shall we dance, Seron Maxwell?”
The girl asked in Bezelese .
The girl asked in Bezelese .
“It would be my pleasure, Meg. ”
The boy replied in Roxchean .
“Atta boy, Seron… you’ve come so far… I’m so proud of you!”
“You’re sounding like a regular mother figure. If memory serves, weren’t you s’pposed to be a guy?”
“That aside, are you two simply going to watch from the sidelines? We should enjoy the evening as well. ”
“You’ve got that right. It’s no fun just watching—I’m going to show off my moves. ”
It all started in the summer of 3305—
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