edge of the table he was supporting, which was full of cracks, vibrating slightly, his shoulders shaking violently.

He was wailing, yet never made a sound.

Edith''s lips moved a few times, but failed to say a thing to this poor man.

She didn''t know how long a time had passed when his body eventually calmed down, seeming to have overcome that attack of weakness.

"There''s someone who always felt he was worthless," he slowly began, his voice still hoarse and dry. "But others told him that he was born superior, he''s the inheritor of a noble surname. No one has ever taught him how to live. All he learned was how to be a noble.

"Mother, to him, was nothing but a distant and vague memory. Father didn''t have much affection for him, he always knew that very well. He couldn''t see the meaning of life-until he met her. There was a kind of vitality of life burning in her, endless, never would exhaust.

"She brought him hope for life, yet removed herself only in the second year. But since this boy had already seen the light, he could no longer bear the dark; he still longed for reunion with her one day. He had worried about the gap between him and her; until that year, his father died, and he was not sad, but only grateful: he could finally make his own decisions.

"But in just a few months, everything was destroyed. People told him that there were no more nobles on this land, and his noble surname, the only thing he could pride himself upon began to be ridiculed. Once he realised that his only noble blood was also a lie, he cou