The Flower Petal Revolution Stage
1 - 06

 "Are you Kris Waarheid?"

After clearing up the armed group, one of the hostage-takers called my name.

Very unexpected, because for seven years I did not return to Japan.

I don't know anyone here, and I don't think that anyone from the time I've been here will recognize me after I've changed so much.

The straightforward beauty was like a snowy mountain at the poles stepping out of a car... Adella Kristi's.

"It's nice to meet you, Kris Waarheid. I'm Adella Kristi, a teacher at the Academy. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time."

"I understand now. The academy must have my documents. It makes sense that you recognize me. I guess I should greet you properly. Nice to meet you, Teacher Adella Kristi. I'm Kris Waarheid. I remember seeing your name in the documents I received... Can I assume that you are the one in charge of me?"

"really. Although, you should have just come in the morning, I certainly did not expect to meet you here. And even in a situation like this."

"Yes... Professor Adella, you know him?"

The brave girl who had just dealt with death, timidly spoke to Teacher Adella.

"Yes. He's Kris Waarheid. Before this accident, I'll tell you that we're going to get a new transfer student."

"And the level is Radiance. That is, he is the sixth Chandelier."

The explanation left the girl confused. Given the fact that he did not waver before death, this must have been a serious matter.

"What is true? Sixth...? A man? Not Likely... So that means..."

"What's so hard to understand, Anna Silenziosa? If you let certain concepts restrict you, you'll never truly be a noble person"

"So far HGGs with Radiance levels are female, but that never proves a cause-and-effect relationship. Therefore, whatever the possibility, it is not strange if there is a male Radiance"

"That's true, but..."

He's really just like I imagined. He rearranged himself, faced me, and restored his flawless graceful figure.

"Thank you for your help, Kris Waarheid. It's hard to express how grateful this self is because you've saved me."

He straightened his back with dignity as if such a thing was a natural thing. It was very interesting and made the atmosphere around us change.

"I am Anastasia Castellani de Silenziosa, one of the Radiance in the Academy that you will soon enter."

I was fascinated.

Beauty cannot be measured by numbers and shapes.

True beauty is in the way they live, the invisible things that come naturally.

'Radiance' means 'light rays', and Anna Silenziosa is more than qualified to achieve the designation.

Her beauty made me spontaneously bow and kneel like a knight before her noble queen.

Surprised by my attitude, he was about to pull himself back. And as if to dispel her worries with an elegant gesture, I instantly reached her pale white hand.

"Anastasia, my name is Kris Waarheid."

I kissed the back of his hand. It was a kiss a sign of my gratitude and respect.

Whatever situation. No matter how desperate and hopeless. Truly valuable things always deserve respect.

I was a transfer student. Starting from tomorrow, I will be with him to spend my days in the Academy with him.

I am truly grateful that I have found a light that shines as bright as him.

No matter how many thanks I can say, it still doesn't seem to be enough. How do I express this feeling inside of me?

Her gracefully smoothed black hair reflected the moonlight. Her teary eyes hid an unwavering uneasiness and determination. His elegance and fortitude as he faced death.

And lastly, the most outstanding thing of all...

"The chest is beautiful and exciting!"

"...Huh?"

Like the previous sinner who was thrown into hell when he was one step away from heaven, Anastasia's face suddenly stiffened.

Apparently, these words are not enough to express the outflow of feelings. A grace that exceeds the voluptuous chest, is few and far between.

They are the embodiment of a woman's life and identity, a symbol of fertility and peace.

In order to express this burning feeling within myself appropriately, I chose the words carefully.

"Anastasia's Twin Mountains, really number one!

"Uegghs......."

"Aisha is positive believing she is very disturbed. Should you say it out loud?"

"Can't love and anger not be expressed as mere feelings? Our feelings of heart can only be conveyed to others and manifested if we express them correctly."

"That's a Japanese proverb, isn't it? Aisha agrees with what Tuan said, but Aisha also believes that there are things that must and should not be disclosed in order to maintain harmony and balance. The Japanese have a word for it. Labisabi."

"Silence is also a wise act... I understand, but personally, I can't help the sense of joy I feel right now."

"All right then. Please from now on treat Aisha like a stranger who doesn't know each other and just happens to walk a few steps behind Master."

Then, I approached that dazzling light...

Squeeze it with confidence...

...and holding it is like shaking hands

"MUHHHH!"

In the face of the light of truth, man is powerless of his own power. Vision alone is not enough, we must also feel it with touch.

"remarkable. They are stout, elastic, and have the power to resist gravity. This is definitely an amazing masterpiece!"

"NO! NAY! NAY! Bawdy, perverted, perverted! Stay away, don't touch, go, AND DIE THERE!"

He raised his right leg to a perfect ninety-degree angle then brandished his body and landed his kick on my head.

I was so fascinated by the sight that I could not escape it. A diagonal kick from the bottom up is incredible. In honor of the black stockings that wrapped the death-bringer, I decided to name it "The Enchanting Black Wind Whirlwind of the Death-Bearer".