"You... Your benevolence? I... Is that... really you...?"

The sound of metal clattering against the floor echoed through the area. There stood a crimson-haired knight—bewildered and haven dropped his spear out of shock—in complete disbelief of what he was seeing. He had to flutter his eyelids in order to reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming... That the person standing before him, who held a striking resemblance to the deity he worshipped most, might just be the Aeon reborn.

The Knight of Beauty stared with wide, emerald eyes. He was in pure amazement—No, he was astonished. No words could describe how thrilled he was to see his beloved Aeon Idrila, reincarnated once more. He was finally re-united with the embodiment of perfection and beauty.

Almost on instinct, the man immediately dropped to one knee. Kneeling before them with one hand resting against his chest. A faint blush covered his cheeks, before he looked up to meet that familiar gaze, his irises sparkling with admiration and awe.

"My lovely Aeon Idrila... You're just as stunning as you were in your past life."