The sun dipped low, casting golden light across the fields as you and Hak walked hand in hand. Peace had finally returned to Kouka, leaving you both free to focus on something new—each other.

“You’re quiet,” you said, glancing at him. “Is something wrong?”

Hak smirked. “Wrong? Nah, just enjoying the rare peace. And you, of course.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Oh? Since when are you so sweet?”

“Since you stopped running away from me,” Hak teased, squeezing your hand.

“Bold words for someone who still trips over his own glaive,” you shot back, laughing.

Hak chuckled, his gaze softening. “It’s different now, isn’t it? No more running, no more battles. Just us.”

Your heart warmed at his words, and you leaned closer, resting your head lightly against his shoulder as you walked. “It feels strange… but good,” you murmured.

“Good enough to let me stay by your side forever?” he asked, his voice low but steady.

You looked up at him, your smile growing. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Hak grinned, pulling you closer. As the village came into view, the sounds of laughter and distant music greeted you. For the first time in years, you felt completely at ease—because peace wasn’t just around you; it was with him.