(C80) [†NIL†(フジバヤシ春)] LOVELESS -a count of vier- [リバースver] (けいおん!)
#64677 - A set of large, Golden-clad gates stand firm on what seems to be only clouds, and beyond the gates seems to lie a world of all its own. Where are you taking me? Why are you doing this? Who is the council? What did I do? What is this we are riding?. I am frozen in place and can only watch as the man from the highest chair slowly pulls Apollo away from me almost effortlessly before saying in a soft, calm voice, It is not polite to threaten guests, or have I raised you poorly Apollo.