"Wow, look! The moonlight is so pretty!"
At the top level of the Judgement Tower, under the silent moonlight, someone studied the moon outside the bars and sighed as if intoxicated by it. Behind him, everyone was silent. They buried their faces in their hands.
However, the young man seemed to not sense anything. Turning around, he said with anticipation, "The night is beautiful. How about I perform for all of you to add to the mood?"
Someone's expression changed drastically. "Don't! Charles, wait—"
"Oh, oh, oh~ Oh, oh, oh~ Oh, oh, oh~ Oh, oh, oh~" Charles began singing happily, drunk from his own voice. "The beauty of the Sacred City, a day in June~ Spring rain falls like wine, the willows like smoke~ Come thousands of miles if we're fated~ Can't even hold your hand if we're not~ Ten years of going through the obstacles, hundred years to share the same home~"