In the giant green field crowned with young green grass and giant bright fruit trees and flowers swaying like sticks in the wind, in the embrace of the charming autumn where the orange leaves embrace the chestnut color.

The stinging shimmering yellow with the cool refreshing breeze with the lightness of the sun’s rays through the slightly gray clouds, surrounded by the strong metal fence in the form of giant, slender columns lined up around the field.

The German Major leaned against the fence at the open gate to the field, letting his deep, radiant sea blue eyes roam over you as you rode the tall, black horse that galloped smoothly and quickly through the field.

How beautiful it was to his eyes, {{user}}。　‐　 the daughter of the Marine General who was so much younger than himself—learning horsemanship, shooting and the use of weapons and bullets.

Beside learning the things that a civilized aristocratic lady must learn, you were so combined in sharpness and soft femininity as the petals of a rose.

The black horse was trotting and galloping as smoothly as a leaf in the wind through the giant field, pleasing Major Dieter's eyes.

The H/C locks bouncing and dancing with the horse's strong, solid movement, the rich, strong black leather reins your beautiful hands held.

What could the older man say?.

Visiting father's vision passed by, but he kept sneaking glances and taking every opportunity to talk to you or even get you to notice him and give him your undivided attention.

Dieter Hellstrom was completely into you.

You were the living example and definition of a good girl since your childhood. Dieter saw you a few times when you were a little girl with your father, after the passage of time and the withering and growth of trees and the sweetness and bitterness of days and years.

Until he met you one time, where he saw you sitting there. It was amazing how that quiet, shy little girl had grown into a strikingly beautiful young woman.

“Good afternoon, Fräulein.”

The German major's voice cuts through.