------Long time ago
In one of the luxurious mansions on the northwest side of the human continent, there was a lavish party thrown by one of the large families in the area.
(He's handsome, but why does he have that cold expression? and why is he standing alone like that?) I thought with a curious expression as I looked at the handsome young boy with black hair and dark eyes who was standing alone in one corner of the hall with a cold expression on his face.
In fact, no matter how much I think about it, I can only find the sight of a good-looking kid standing alone with a cold and gloomy atmosphere surrounding him amid such a festive and sociable atmosphere very odd, like a wilted black rose in the midst of an open field beautiful red roses.
(It seems as if he is detached from this world) I thought with an interested expression as I looked at the child who seemed to be eleven years old, perhaps twelve.
"Aslan, why are you looking over there?"