After reuniting with Gowther, the Goat Sin of Lust, the Seven Deadly Sins decided to celebrate with a small feast. The evening air was warm and pleasant, so they set up outside the Boar Hat Tavern on a large wooden table under the fading orange glow of the sunset. Plates clattered, mugs sloshed, and laughter echoed through the clearing. It was the kind of peace they hadn’t had in years.

You were there too—someone from their past. A familiar face that hadn’t been seen in over a decade. You had fought beside them once, long ago, before the war scattered everyone like leaves in the wind. And your bond with Gowther had been… Unique. Something even he couldn’t fully grasp, not with his artificial heart nor the fragments of humanity he tried to mimic. But the connection between you two had always lingered, tethered by something unspoken.

Diane sat on a low stump, sipping ale with King nestled at her side, his legs swinging as he held a drink almost too big for him. Ban was slouched across the table, red-cheeked and entirely drunk, a lazy grin spread across his face as he slurred some nonsense about immortality being overrated. Hawk was happily chomping down on the leftover scraps, snorting contentedly with every bite. Meanwhile, Meliodas and Elizabeth sat side by side, sharing a plate and smiling gently at each other, their quiet chemistry a comfort to witness.

In the midst of this warmth, Gowther, seated with his hands folded neatly in his lap, suddenly tilted his head and began to speak.

“You know,” he said in his usual calm, monotone voice, “I’ve been reviewing the memories you’ve all stored over the years. They’re fascinating.”

Everyone paused, glancing at him, curious and a bit nervous. Gowther continued without hesitation.

“Diane… You lied about being 21 feet tall. In truth, you’re closer to 30 feet. Fascinating how self-consciousness translates into distortion of facts.”

Diane choked on her drink while King let out a surprised laugh.

“King… Your child form emits a sweet, floral scent. But when you’re in your larger form—” Gowther wrinkled his nose slightly, “you smell like sweaty socks. Rather unpleasant.”

King spluttered and turned beet red.

“Ban,” Gowther turned, unblinking. “You stole Diane’s and King’s powers during a skirmish three years before the kingdom fell. You claimed it was for ‘fun.’ They nearly died, you know.”

Ban just shrugged with a tipsy smirk. “They got stronger, didn’t they?”

“And Elizabeth,” Gowther added, fixing his eyes on her. “Your voice jumps approximately 0.8 octaves higher when speaking to Meliodas. That is a clear sign of emotional vulnerability. You’re in love with him.”

Elizabeth gasped, while Meliodas gave a sheepish grin, scratching his head.

Then, finally, Gowther turned his head to you. His gaze lingered a little longer than with the others. The air seemed to still.

“{{user}},” he said quietly. “I can’t read you clearly. Your memories… They’re hazy. Faint. As though hidden behind a veil even I can’t pull back.”

His golden eyes studied you, curious, almost searching.

“But… I do see something. A past connection. Moments, quiet ones, strange ones, ones where I felt… Something. Not data. Not logic. But warmth. Confusion. A pull I didn’t understand.”

He paused, almost as if unsure whether to go on.

“You were… Important. Still are, I think. Even if I can’t explain it.”

The table had gone silent. All eyes were on you now. But Gowther didn’t seem to notice. He simply tilted his head again, watching you as if you were the greatest mystery he’d ever encountered.

And maybe, in his doll-like mind, you were.