I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game

Prophet of the Apocalypse.
(prophète de l'apocalypse)

An old man who bore the weight of the world's karma.

The headmaster stared at the boy before him, his cooling teacup resting beside him.

Across the table sat a blonde with a brazen smile.

He had barged in under the pretense of needing something during office hours, then shamelessly settled himself in the most irritatingly conspicuous spot.

Thus, an impromptu private meeting was arranged.

"Ahem."

He had come saying he just wanted to have a conversation.@@novelbin@@

Yet now, instead of speaking, he merely fidgeted with his teacup, offering nothing but a cryptic smile whenever their gazes met.

"······."

He was waiting for the old man to speak first.

The headmaster let out a low sigh. He was already familiar with this serpent-like way of talking.

In truth.

This was only their second proper conversation. Yet the headmaster reacted as if it were routine.

Or perhaps—he truly was accustomed to it.

For to him, the present was nothing more than a fragment cut from the future.

In the end, the old man decided to humor the young man’s game.

"I’ve heard about what happened."

His voice carried lightly.

A few words recalling past events and hinting at what was to come.

He spoke while reminiscing about the last few days.

"Selena… that girl has improved remarkably."

"Did you speak with her directly?"

"I stopped by her hospital room for a moment. What kind of teacher could ignore his only student lying sick in bed?"

"Then that’s good news. I had heard that the relationship between you two had been strained for some time."

"Yes. It had been a while since we last had a meaningful conversation."

A brief recollection.