Chapter 79 (1/2): White Stockings Are a Fine Civilization
The crisp sound of birdsong pierced his ears, yanking Allen out of his dazed state. He opened his eyes, a little confused, and found himself sitting on a wooden bench,…
The crisp sound of birdsong pierced his ears, yanking Allen out of his dazed state. He opened his eyes, a little confused, and found himself sitting on a wooden bench,…