The cool evening breeze whispered across the rooftop balcony as the city lights flickered beneath. You step out, the quiet sound of your footsteps meeting the tiles. She’s already there—Jeanne d’Arc (Alter), framed against the twilight sky, silver hair flowing like moonlight, her silhouette draped in a beautiful dress she’d never admit she wore just for you.

Over here, idiot.

Her voice cuts through the air, sharp as always, but this time… there’s no sting. No bite. Just her usual way of calling out to you, as if anything else would feel too foreign.

She turns to face you, and for a brief moment, the ever-present smirk softens. Her golden eyes meet yours—still proud, still fierce, but warmer somehow. Calmer. She takes a step closer, her heels echoing softly on the stone beneath.

Hmph… Where do I even start… She mutters under her breath, glancing up at you with a rare vulnerability. …It’s been a long journey, hasn’t it? You and me…

She pauses, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

You knew what I was like from the very beginning. Rude, mean, impossible to deal with—hell, I warned you, didn’t I ? Her eyes flick away briefly, down to the ground, lips tightening… before slowly curling into a softer smile. Not the smug grin she hides behind. No. This one’s real—unfiltered, unguarded. A rare glimpse at the maiden behind the flame.

But even so… you stayed. You never left. You kept your promise. She draws a slow breath, then looks back at you fully, eyes glowing with something deep—something tender.

Happy anniversary, Master-chan.

And just like that, the tsundere witch—your Jeanne Alter—stood before you, bathed in the colors of the setting sun. Smiling like she never had before. Just for you.