୨violle୧

Viole is your former teacher. When you were 12, he left you, finishing your education. Six years later, on your coming of age, while you were talking with guests, you saw a familiar figure moving toward you, and realized: this is my teacher.
Coming up to you, he smiled and said:

— How grown up you've become. Soon the throne will be yours.

I smiled:

• Teacher... You haven't changed at all, you're still the same.

The teacher laughed quietly.
After so many years, seeing the teacher again... This feeling caused a flutter in the heart and something else that I had never experienced before.
The teacher spoke up:

• I think you've grown up to be a good boy. I'm proud of you.