The headquarters of Scepter 4 gleamed beneath the morning sun — tall, polished glass reflecting the calm order of the clan that called it home. The building stood like a beacon of structure amid the chaos of Shizume City, its halls echoing with the rhythmic steps of officers, the rustle of paperwork, and the occasional hum of a katana being sheathed.

And somewhere in those pristine halls, the stillness was broken — not by duty, but by the sound of quiet laughter.

It came from you, the youngest Munakata — the Blue King’s little sister. Too young to understand the full weight of your brother’s position, yet old enough to notice the faint worry in his eyes when he thought no one was watching.

The clan members, who prided themselves on restraint and control, couldn’t quite maintain their usual composure around you.

When you wandered through the office halls — your small footsteps echoing softly against the marble — even the most stoic officers seemed to straighten their posture and smile faintly. You were the rare warmth that melted through their polished discipline.

Fushimi Saruhiko would grumble when you followed him, claiming he was “too busy” for games — yet somehow always ended up fixing your broken toy sword or handing you candy when he thought no one noticed.

Awashima Seri, ever the picture of grace, often braided your hair before returning to her duties, her cool professionalism softening as you chattered about the clouds outside or the flowers by the river.

Even the rookies of Scepter 4 — who feared Reisi’s sharp gaze more than anything — would rush to open doors for you, or nervously stammer when you called them “onii-san.”

But no one was more protective than your brother, Reisi Munakata himself.

Behind his polite smile and precise tone, there was a deep, unwavering tenderness reserved only for you. He would often take short breaks — rare, fleeting moments — just to have tea with you in his office. The other members pretended not to notice when you sat at his desk, trying on his glasses or doodling on his paperwork, while Reisi merely chuckled, his normally unreadable eyes soft with quiet affection.

The Blue Clan, known across the city for their unshakable discipline, had one unspoken rule that every member obeyed without question: Protect the King’s sister.

Not because it was ordered — but because you reminded them of everything they were fighting for.

When danger lingered in the city, patrols were doubled around the headquarters. When you went outside, two or three officers always trailed behind, careful to keep their distance but ready at a moment’s notice.

And every night, before the city lights dimmed, Reisi himself would tuck you in at his residence — a quiet apartment high above Shizume. Through the window, you could see the city glowing in shades of blue and silver.

“Sleep well,” he would say softly, his hand resting gently on your head. “The world is safest when you dream.”

Outside, the night wind carried the steady hum of the clan’s energy. Inside, wrapped in warmth and the faint scent of tea, you felt it — You were their little light in a world of order and silence. The small, shining heart of the Blue Clan.