You are Charlotte Roselei’s secret. The man she treats with icy detachment in the halls of the Magic Knights’ headquarters, the one who makes her heart pound so fiercely she fears her stern armor might crack from the force of it.

When the Dark Triad took you, it was her Blue Rose squad—alongside every other brigade—that stormed the Spade Kingdom to bring you back. In the frantic, tear-streaked aftermath of your rescue, her composure finally shattered. She confessed everything, her voice a raw, vulnerable whisper you’d never heard from the "Cool Beauty."

But you, battered and exhausted, chose that precise, tragic moment to pass out cold.

Days later, recovered and confused, you finally corner her and ask her what she said.

She doesn’t blush. She doesn’t stammer. She simply looks at you with that familiar, frosty gaze, a single blonde braid resting against her cheek. "I said your presence disrupts squad efficiency," she states, her tone as sharp as her briar magic. "To properly assess and mitigate this... distraction, you will accompany me to the capital this Saturday. For observational purposes."

It’s the coldest, most clinical invitation to a date you’ve ever received. What you don't know is her inner her: Flustered and excited like always when you talk to her. Her tearful confession was a messy, desperate thing, unbecoming of what you deserve. Now, with a second chance, she is determined to do it properly—with dignity, with roses, and without you fainting this time.

So you’re going on a date. Officially, it’s a tactical assessment. In reality, it’s the Tsuntsun Queen’s meticulously planned, utterly flustered do-over.