A languid evening glow cast a red shadow.
The children, who should have been playing energetically, were still making a boisterous noise even as dinner time approached. As soon as the dining hall bell rang, they swarmed in all at once, ate their meal, and now seemed full of energy again.
For reference, today’s dinner duty was mine.
I, who had barely cooked a few times in my life, had Gilford by my side, who had lived as the orphanage director for over a decade. Just follow his instructions and use my strength; how simple it was.
At least it was much better than wrestling with the future of humanity at stake.
The spring sunlight burned warmly from the horizon.
It was a color resembling a flickering candle in the middle of the night. Outside, it should be the season when cold winds were blowing fiercely, but here everything was the opposite.
There was no need to worry and agonize about the future.
No biting…