The fallen declared, “Even if I become a ghost after death, I will not turn my eyes away from my desires.” The adopted son yearned, “I want to go to my own space, my own home.” A hundred years after the death of the Eight Wasteland Alliance Leader who

I had been abroad to do medical volunteer work, when I was swept up in a civil war. I was killed by a rebel soldier, while taking a bullet for a patient. But when I finally woke up, I had become a child?!? And in front of me stood a destroyed carriage and