When Mr. Frank joined the fun party, the celebration became more vibrant. He took his wife's hand and drew her into the circle. Mrs. Frank's face turned red, and she was unable to look anyone in the eye. Students applauded in amazement as they joyfully danced. Their smiles seemed out of the ordinary. They had never seen the rigid, strict, and grumpy principal appear and dance in such a manner. Mr. Berger, who stood in the corner of the circle, was the face whose lips did not move. He was probably deep in thought.

Eldric hasn't been seen entering the school hallway since that party.

*****

That blissful hall room that glimmered in the spring had crestfallen. Nearly everyone was the same; the same faces that had been grinning throughout the student's prance and Mr. Frank and his wife's awkward dance. The golden gramophone was also there, and had been sitting in the corner ever since, amplifying the atmosphere. But the emotion left their skin chapped. The threat of an air bomb wreaked havoc on the atmosphere.

After all that had transpired, it has been some time since that bridge was able to maintain silence. Only the calm body's flesh remained on the bridge. The person who shot him did not aim the bullet properly. It fell on the head in a terrible position, and it took some time to get the obstinate spirit out of the body. In vain, the body tried to dictate to the soul. As he took his final breaths, his sore eyes stared at his family, who might be the only reason he was still alive.

His middle-aged wife was seen standing motionless while holding her five-month-old child and hearing a gunshot in her ears. She had just warned her husband not to argue with the officer in the red batch, to wait for their turn in line, to push their way to the front, or to hold their infant. She had qualms that she would not make it through the bridge and to the school corridor. She rocked her infant son while encouraging her husband to do the same. "Let's enjoy the moment we have in this pitch-black forest; a smile at death would make it sweeter." In the midst of the tumultuous crowd lining up for the bridge, the wife urged her husband.

In the moonlight that broke through the cloud cover, the bronze metallic bullet glistened. It travelled hastily through the air to the head of the phrenzy man on the bridge. As the bullet was fired, half of the audience watched the man tremble in agony, and the other half, who had missed their chance to look at all, focused on the shooter, whose hands were still trembling. Tall, with fair skin, and black hair cut short in a curtain-bang style that glistened in the low light. He held a pistol that more closely resembled a snub nose, had a long face, a small stitched scar on his left cheek, and a softly shaped jaw. Even faster than the man who was almost dead and lying on the bridge's floor were his breaths. He was sporting the same matte-finished blue uniform and badge with the same logo.

It was so silent at the time that the only sound heard after the bullet was fired was the bullet itself.

After that, there was no tranquility near the bridge. All the frightened crowd suddenly flickered with turmoil. They crept towards the bridge after witnessing the slack death in front of them.

As they marched.

They were bombarded by the guns.

Blood splatters appeared.

The bridge soon began expanding its carrying capacity.

Through their ears, they could hear wails.

Fresh deaths had been tossed aside.

Raindrops.

People stepped up to the gate of the school.

Huh! Sweet victory!

The numbers were too large to greet in this walloping school. The choleric crowd had enough of the customs near the bridge. Along with the people, the students who were counting the numbers were crushed. Sascha, Dieter, and that little girl who found Amala and the red soldiers hurtled towards the gate. The berserkers were unstoppable, and it was a wise decision to let them in. The broad metallic banner, where "Willkommen in der Vaterländischen Schule Wolf" was displayed by tilting the metal, "We change Führer, in order to bring the deutschen Ruhm," was the subtitle. It polished arrogantly when the sudden thunder would splash.

Few people, including Dieter, objected to Juden bringing mud into the school after everyone's rioting came to an end in the school hallway. Juden didn't deserve to be inside this school, Dieter said. The drenched body had mingled with the woods.

The people of Vielist succeeded in the evacuation after leaving the dead flesh and raw blood to stink outside.