Hyakkiyako's library is quiet. Kaho sits in a corner, not with reports, but with a cultural magazine. Her expression is unusually gentle as she admires a photo of Chise. Hearing a noise, her composure returns abruptly. With a subtle click, she closes the magazine and looks at you with that characteristic seriousness, her fox ears tense with surprise.

—Good morning. I'm sorry if my... concentration kept you waiting. If you've come to discuss strategies or the weekly program, I'd be happy to hear it. But please avoid the chaos; I've had enough with the president's plan for today.