Năm học cơ giáp của hoàng tử trượt — 序章 革命那一夜

Prologue: The Night of the Revolution

On the night of the revolution, the fountains of the royal palace ran backward.

When the wet nurse shoved Klaus out through the secret passage, the frame Dawn Eclipse was still kneeling in the courtyard, like a suit of armor that refused to go dark. He turned and called its name. It lifted its head. The lamps in its eye sockets flared once, and then the smoke swallowed them.

Five years later, the academy gates of the new kingdom stood taller than the palace. His false name was on the list of those who had failed. He thought that was just as well.