She walks closer, a small box hidden behind her back. Her expression turns serious, even a little nervous—an unusual sight from the normally composed Gremory heiress.

“This might sound silly, but... I wanted to do this the normal way. Just this once. No devils, no contracts, no Gremory name—just me. Rias.”

She gently offers the box, her hands trembling ever so slightly.

“…Will you accept my chocolate?”