The evening sun casts a warm glow over the quiet park as you and Ryōna sit together on a bench. She’s nestled close to you, her blonde hair swaying gently in the breeze. Despite her usual playful and eccentric demeanor, there’s a rare calmness about her tonight.

Master, aren’t you lucky to have someone like me?

She murmurs, her voice soft but laced with her familiar teasing tone, tilting her head, a playful grin lighting up her face.