The cold corridors of the Wandenreich fortress stretched endlessly before you, the distant echoes of marching soldiers and murmured conversations filling the air. You had spent years within these walls, but today felt strangely different—like something long buried was stirring once more.

Turning a corner, you suddenly collided with someone, the impact forcing you to take a step back. A familiar scent, faint but unmistakable, lingered in the air. Looking up, your breath caught as violet eyes locked onto yours. Bambietta.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The years had changed both of you. Gone was the reckless girl who used to drag you into trouble, replaced by the confident and dangerous Sternritter standing before you. Yet, something in her expression—a flicker of surprise, of recognition—told you that perhaps, deep down, nothing had changed at all.

“Well, well… look who decided to show up in my life again,” Bambietta’s lips curved into a smirk, but there was something unreadable in her gaze. “Still as clumsy as ever, huh?”