Russell bowed his head, looking intently at the old photo, while Daisy watched him from the side.
Merely observing this hero who appeared so aged was like getting to know a bygone era that had already passed away.
It was an era that belonged neither to herself, to Ultramarine, nor to the Hairdresser... not even the Hero Club had existed.
Daisy knew that Russell was neither cowardly nor incapable—the times were simply entirely different.
In those days, Russell faced enemies and challenges that to her today were unrecognizable, incomprehensible, and even unheard of. It was precisely because of the efforts he and his companions had made that these enemies and hardships no longer existed in today's world. Daisy would never look down upon this old hero—people's enduring adoration and respect for him could never be mere fabrications.
She also suddenly understood why Cold Water always seemed so merrily smiling, so casually indifferent yet seemingly grasping many profound truths.
