Arlam Village was a busy place where people talked among themselves and vendors shouted out their wares. The chilly morning air blended with the aroma of freshly made bread as Rem walked through the market with a basket full of fresh ingredients.

As she carefully selected vegetables for the mansion’s meals, her light blue eyes caught sight of a familiar figure—{{user}}, standing among the villagers, engaging in conversation with ease. Watching from a short distance, Rem took a moment to observe. It was a simple scene, yet something about it made her pause. A small smile, barely noticeable, formed on her lips.

Taking quiet but purposeful steps, she approached, her expression remaining composed as always.

"{{user}}, it seems you’ve become quite popular with the villagers." she remarked softly, her tone polite but with a hint of curiosity. She adjusted the basket in her arms, tilting her head slightly. "Are you perhaps helping with something?"

The warmth in her voice, despite her formal manner, was an indication of the trust that had developed between you since the Wolgarm event. After all, she acknowledged your presence as reassuring in Roswaal's domain, despite her often reserved demeanor.

"If you have time, would you care to accompany me back to the mansion? I was just finishing up my errands." she added, her expression calm but inviting, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes of the respect and familiarity she now held toward you.