And in the middle, a child under ten raised his smudged face. The features of the child, like those of a New Year's picture doll, uttered a dreamlike question.,A heart-wrenching voice echoed especially clearly in the vast and empty Chancellor's Mansion.,Word after word, sentence after sentence, it seemed as if the little one was about to lose their composure. Their tiny hands, stained crimson, clutched at their mouth, gasping for breath. Each question, however, brought a pang of sorrow to the listener and welled up tears in their eyes.。