Something was wrong. Very wrong. Catastrophically, fundamentally wrong.
Looking at the two figures before her, even for a demon — a being with no concept of human sentiment — Aura couldn't help but feel a flicker of bewildered, creeping dread.
What in the world was going on? Why, upon waking, was Himmel standing right in front of her?
Wasn't this the kind of scene that only appeared in cautionary tales told to frighten demon children?
And besides — wasn't Himmel already dead?
Was she still dreaming? Was that it?
As for the smiling man standing beside Himmel — to be perfectly honest, Aura had absolutely no idea who he was.
But that didn't change the fact that he was standing right there next to Himmel.
She looked around in a daze, then instinctively raised her hand and pressed it against her own skin.
This was not a dream.
And that, precisely, was the problem.
Which meant Himmel had genuinely come knocking.
And could someone please explain to her — more than half a century had passed, so why hadn't Himmel aged a single day? If anything, he looked just as young as before.
What kind of species was this man, anyway? Surely not human?
The image was still vivid in her mind — more than fifty years ago, the strike that had left her nearly crippled in a single blow.
And now, seeing Himmel again, Aura could only stare, struck dumb, utterly unable to produce a single word.
"Well, well. Long time no see, Aura."
Himmel offered the greeting casually, and in the same breath drew the sword from his hip — without a moment's pause.
As though it were the most ordinary thing in the world.
Just like that — drawing his sword in the most ordinary way, preparing to rest it against your throat in the most ordinary way, fully intending to take your head off in the most ordinary way.
For demons, there had never been any mercy. Not a shred.
In that instant, Aura's mind was racing, desperately churning over a single question.
How do I survive this?
Before that blade could fall against her neck, Aura's thoughts were spinning at full speed, and in less than half a second, she had arrived at a conclusion.
If she fought head-on, she would die. Certainly.
The only possible way to survive was to take a hostage.
And so, almost on pure instinct, Aura snapped her gaze upward — her eyes landing on Anthony (Prometheus) like a bolt of electricity — and with a slight gritting of her teeth, she brought out her scales.
Seize the hostage. Then find a way out.
To die here — how could she possibly accept that?
And so, beneath the equally baffled stares of Anthony (Prometheus) and Himmel, Aura acted without a moment's hesitation and unleashed her magic.
And then, as if on cue, the magic went catastrophically, spectacularly wrong.
The scales barely moved at all. Aura stared at them in complete bewilderment. Himmel let out a yawn and simply sheathed his sword.
Only Anthony (Prometheus) raised an eyebrow, gaze settling on the scales in Aura's hand, expression thoughtful.
Then he let out a quiet sigh.
"Honestly speaking — over all this time, I've caused quite a few people to be crushed or completely blindsided by the Primordial River."
"But someone who charges headfirst into the barrel on their own? That's a first, even for me."
He looked at Aura and said with complete sincerity: "You're on your own. Good luck."
And in the next moment, as if surfacing from a hazy, half-lucid dream, Aura seemed to glimpse something — a terrifying, essential truth manifesting behind the young man before her.
First came a shadow like the King of the Underworld himself, proclaiming the incomparable might of that soul — and then, behind even that, an even more vast and magnificent silhouette began to emerge.
And then, in that single, breathless instant — it descended.
Aura's pupils contracted sharply. She seemed to see, behind Anthony (Prometheus), the vivid, swirling torrents of a river — and the savage, roaring momentum it carried.
Beneath that overwhelming force, in less than a single second, the entire scale tilted with an almost absurd, crushing decisiveness toward one side — and no matter how much force she poured in, there was not even the faintest possibility of pulling it back.
Anthony (Prometheus) watched the scene quietly, and after a few moments, he gave a slow, gentle shake of his head.
Someone trying to dominate his soul with that kind of magic? This was genuinely the funniest joke he'd ever heard.
Leaving aside his own Soul Strength of over twenty points, and the fact that the King of the Underworld stood guard over him — just the Primordial River alone was a backer that no outsider could ever hope to touch.
This was, in fact, one of the rare ways Anthony (Prometheus) had genuinely benefited from the Primordial River.
You want to tamper with the essence of my soul? Did you even bother to ask whether the Primordial River would agree?
I am the Primordial River's bound spirit.
The moment Aura had attempted to cast her dominance magic on Anthony (Prometheus), the Primordial River had already turned its gaze here.
And descended upon this place with boundless, furious wrath.
He had seen plenty of people courting their own destruction — but someone going out of their way to invent new and creative methods of courting their own destruction? Truly a first.
And so, Anthony (Prometheus) gently raised his hand, then rested the tip of one finger on Aura's scales.
In an instant, a sound like shattering hemp fibers rang out, and the scales — as if finally unable to bear another ounce — erupted in countless fine, dense cracks across their surface.
Then they plunged to one side, sinking as though into the abyss, with no possibility whatsoever of ever tipping back.
And in that same moment, Aura finally caught a glimpse of some essential truth behind the smiling man.
The Origin Furnace materialized behind Anthony (Prometheus) — and then it roared, soul-flame blazing and churning within it, spewing tongues of fire toward Aura.
And so, smiling still, Anthony (Prometheus) spoke softly:
"After you, then?"
No further hesitation.
The scales shattered completely.
Sometimes, that was simply how things went — you blink once, close your eyes, open them again, and it's done.
Before anyone else had even processed what had happened, Aura had gotten exactly what she'd been asking for — her dominance magic was forcibly torn apart by the Primordial River, and her very soul fell into Anthony (Prometheus)'s hands.
It even gave Anthony (Prometheus) a good laugh.
You jumped in here all on your own, you know!
I didn't force you!
Since she'd gone ahead and jumped in herself, wasn't it time for a little something the audience had been eagerly anticipating?
And so, beneath Anthony (Prometheus)'s gleeful gaze, Aura leapt into the burning soul-flame of the Origin Furnace, entered the smelting process once more, and her soul slowly crystallized into a gemstone.
Just like that — Himmel had knocked on the door, Anthony (Prometheus) had cleaned up — the two of them working in seamless coordination, lacking only a burlap sack and a cosh to make it a proper ambush.
Once the job was done, Anthony (Prometheus) and Himmel immediately opened a teleport and departed, using the Styx Skiff's phase-transit engine to vanish thousands of leagues away.
And finally, they returned to Frieren's vicinity.
Having put Aura through her paces, Anthony (Prometheus) found himself feeling, for the first time, a genuine appreciation for the concept of karma.
Because Himmel promptly dragged him into another kind of torment entirely.
"You really think this can work?"
Himmel sat on the grass, gazing up at the stars and the crescent moon hanging in the night sky, and after a moment, asked with undisguised anxiety.
Anthony (Prometheus) responded with the expression of a man enduring mild, sustained electrical shock:
"Which part are you asking about? Are you asking about your plan to kneel at Frieren's door tomorrow morning and surprise her with a proposal — or the one where you secretly leave her a letter every day announcing you've come back?"
"Honestly? Every single idea you've come up with is a steaming heap of nonsense. You'd be better off hanging yourself from Frieren's rafters — at least then she'd be properly startled when she woke up and found your good-luck charm the next morning."
Anthony (Prometheus) finished speaking and let out a long sigh:
"And how many completely incoherent proposals is that now? I've honestly lost count."
Faced with Anthony (Prometheus)'s words, Himmel gave an awkward little smile — but offered no rebuttal.
Which only made Anthony (Prometheus) feel even more speechless.
For a solid hour, he had sat on this patch of grass listening to Himmel describe, in painstaking detail, every possible scheme for reuniting with Frieren — enduring the man's singular, earth-shattering wisdom for one complete, uninterrupted hour.
Only heaven knew how he had survived it.
In the end, Anthony (Prometheus) could only heave a sigh full of bone-deep exhaustion.
"Honestly, Himmel — the best thing you can do is stop overcomplicating it."
He spoke at last, worn through, his tone threaded with helpless resignation:
"Think about it yourself — what have we covered in this past hour?"
"First you polled the chat group for opinions, then you pulled me aside and talked my ear off for half an eternity. At one point you nearly drafted a formal written petition. Don't you think that's a bit much?"
And so, to Himmel, Anthony (Prometheus) posed a question that seemed to come from the very bottom of his soul.
For a moment, Himmel fell silent, as though he genuinely didn't know what to say.
He gazed at the boundless curtain of stars above him, and only after a long silence did he let out a sigh.
"I'm still nervous. The closer that moment gets, the more nervous I feel."
No matter how many times he had steeled himself in the privacy of his own heart. No matter how many times he had talked himself up and rallied his courage.
When the moment actually arrived — how could he possibly not be nervous?
Those words, the ones he had carried in his heart for nearly a hundred years, were finally about to be spoken aloud.
And yet, in the instant before he said them, the torment roiling inside him — how could he simply brush past it as though it were nothing?
And so, again and again, he had dragged Anthony (Prometheus) into it, devising one plan after another.
Hoping only that through this process, he might find the most perfect possible path to finally tell Frieren what was in his heart.
Because he truly didn't know what else to do.
How would Frieren feel about his resurrection? What would happen when he finally said those words? Would everything really go the way he hoped?
Until Anthony (Prometheus) looked at him and spoke again, with renewed emphasis:
"Himmel. I've told you already — there's only one thing that matters."
"Don't do anything unnecessary. Everything else will take care of itself."
"Don't do anything unnecessary?"
Himmel tilted his head slightly, looking toward that silhouette rendered all the more mysterious by the shifting starlight beneath the night sky.
"Right. Honestly, most of the time, things don't need to be that complicated."
Anthony (Prometheus) said this as he opened the chat group, giving a small nod of his chin toward it:
"Look — David, Minato, even Jonathan. Did any of them need to make it that complicated?"
"That's what romance is. Nothing more. Sometimes it really is just a matter of one thin layer of paper separating you — you punch through it, and it's done. Just like that."
"You find the right moment, you find the right place, and in the middle of something that feels like any other ordinary day, that layer of paper gets torn through. Suddenly. Quietly. Wonderfully."
"But when you get down to it — isn't that what romance is?"
Anthony (Prometheus) spread his hands wide: "You don't need all the twists and detours. Sometimes the direct approach is just fine."
"Reunite with her, let the joy of that sink in for a little while, find the right moment — and everything else will unfold on its own."
Himmel was quiet for a moment. Then, at last, he gazed off into the distance, and after a long pause, leaned back.
"Speaking of which — you've really never been in a relationship yourself?"
"Who knows? That one I genuinely can't say."
Anthony (Prometheus) shrugged and answered:
"But even if you've never seen a pig run, surely you've eaten pork? That's basically how every romance manga plays it."
"Besides, shouldn't you have a little faith in the years of camaraderie between you and Frieren?"
Himmel's eye twitched at that. But after a long pause, he ultimately let out a soft sigh and pushed himself up off the ground.
"All right."
He said: "I'll give it a try tomorrow, in the daytime."
"Since you put it that way — I'll go in assuming it'll work out!"
And so, with Anthony (Prometheus) smiling after him, Himmel walked forward.
When morning came, Fern crawled out of bed — and was immediately greeted by the sight of Frieren burrowing headfirst into her treasure chest again.
And from the look of things, she had absolutely no intention of climbing back out.
Fern, who knew her teacher's particular ways all too well, felt a wave of helplessness wash over her, and it was barely even morning yet.
"Lady Frieren, what on earth are you doing?"
She hurried over and hauled Frieren back out of the chest, asking with exasperated resignation — and Frieren tilted her head slightly:
"Something's missing."
Frieren said softly, and Fern blinked: "Something's missing? What something?"
"That radio — I could have sworn I saw it in the chest just the other day, but when I looked again today, it was simply gone."
Frieren said this and lowered her eyes slightly, the look in them carrying a faint note of confusion: "Why would it disappear?"
"You mean that thing that looks like a little toy, that plays Lord Himmel's voice?"
"Yes, that one. I was going to take it out and have a look at it. But where did it end up?"
Frieren murmured, puzzled — and then suddenly raised her head.
"Why did I suddenly think of that?"
Fern crouched down slightly, looking at Frieren as she asked. Frieren was quiet for a moment, pulled her head down a little further into her scarf, and lowered her gaze toward the chest.
"I don't know why. I just suddenly thought of him."
At last, having said that, Frieren closed the lid of the chest again.
"You're not going to keep looking?"
Fern watched this and couldn't help asking.
"Someone's coming."
But Frieren didn't give a direct answer. Instead she simply stood up and trotted over to the doorway, like a little girl.
Fern watched her go and let out a quiet sigh.
Frieren was always like this — not especially sensitive to most things around her.
Not surprising for an elf, one supposed.
But in the next moment, when Frieren opened the door, even Fern couldn't help but stare with wide, disbelieving eyes.
She felt, with deep conviction, that dreams must exist in this world — even with everything in front of her looking so very, terribly real.
Frieren looked up at the tall figure standing in the doorway, at that familiar smile beneath the blue-fringed bangs, and for a moment she went utterly still — then, softly, she spoke:
"Himmel…?"
"Ah, long time no see, Frieren."
Himmel's face broke into what he personally considered a dazzling smile. Behind Frieren, Fern's eyes had gone wide as saucers, staring at the scene before her in near-disbelief.
And Frieren reached out instinctively, still seeming a little dazed, and pressed her hand gently against Himmel's cheek.
There was warmth still in it.
"This isn't an illusion?"
Frieren murmured as she touched Himmel's cheek, her expression thoughtful:
"So this is a situation I haven't encountered before."
"Come on, Frieren, that's quite enough."
Himmel's eye twitched slightly, and he addressed her with a touch of strained patience.
And Frieren frowned at him, thoroughly puzzled:
"Or — has there been some new breakthrough in the human world recently?"
Have things really gotten that far?
"No, there hasn't, Frieren."
Himmel said this with helpless resignation — but then, suddenly, he laughed.
So it really was just like that fellow Anthony (Prometheus) had said.
Sometimes, it seemed you really didn't need to do anything unnecessary at all.
You just had to let everything unfold on its own — and then, in the calm of an ordinary moment, deliver that one line.
And so Himmel gently closed his hand around Frieren's, which had still been studying his face, and spoke quietly:
"Frieren. I'm back."
For a moment, gazing at that figure before her, Frieren's expression finally showed the faintest trace of something unsteady.
Is it really you?
She asked, just like that.
"Yes. The genuine article, no substitutions."
Himmel answered without hesitation — and then felt a weight settle against his chest.
Frieren had buried herself in his arms, her ear pressed against his heart.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
A heartbeat, steady and strong.
A heartbeat — familiar, and deeply calming.
And so Frieren slowly straightened up and looked at Himmel's face. Over five hundred years, her emotions had never been the kind to surge into great crashing waves — she had no blazing, volcanic passion to offer Himmel in this moment.
But in the end, she still couldn't help it — a faint, quiet ache spread gradually through her heart, the kind that by rights should barely have registered at all.
She leaned close to Himmel, and only after a long while finally spoke:
"Ah… it's been a long time."
After a brief embrace that ended almost as quickly as it began, Frieren opened her mouth — but didn't know what to say — and only after a long silence finally blurted out:
"I had thought — apart from something like an illusion — that perhaps our last meeting truly was the last."
"And that's exactly why I came back, isn't it? Leaving the impression of a bent, withered old man as the last thing you saw of me — that's hardly my style."
Himmel smiled as he answered her.
"This time I won't be leaving again — at least, not for a very, very long time."
Himmel took a long, deep breath, and at last spoke to Frieren:
"So — would you let me see the scenery you've been seeing?"
Frieren was quiet first, looking at Himmel with an expression of faint, dawning surprise — and then, after a long moment, gave a small nod.
"Yes. All right."
Just like old friends, long parted, meeting again at last.
And yet, in this moment, Frieren was gripped by an inexplicable fear that the figure before her was nothing but an illusion — one that would dissolve any second now, just as illusions do.
She racked her mind for topics, anything to say to Himmel in this moment — but the words kept rising to her lips and then dissolving before she could find the right shape for them.
An elf who had lived five hundred years — and yet, in the depths of her heart, emotion had never flowed as freely as it did in those short-lived humans.
Human feeling could erupt like a volcano. But for Frieren, she had long grown accustomed to the slow pace of her own emotions — feelings that moved like a quiet, shallow stream, trickling on without drama.
"How did you come back?"
In the end, it was the only question the elf could find to ask.
"Ah — let's say I had the help of a friend."
Himmel gave an awkward little laugh, then spun around and began waving frantically at the figure behind him, while simultaneously making a series of desperate, exaggerated faces.
Come on, man, get over here! I can feel the conversation running out! Come save me!
And so, as one might have fully expected — as was, in fact, completely inevitable — Anthony (Prometheus) was left absolutely speechless.
Are you seriously going to manage this or not?
Watching you two try to have a romance is like being stuck on the world's most painful cliffhanger — the entire chat has been hammering 'HURRY UP' in the bullet comments — and here you've got one person who can't figure out how to say what she feels, and one nervous first-timer who's too scared to say anything at all, and you've both just ground to a halt.
And now you're out of things to talk about and you need me to come bail you out. Am I your designated third wheel? Is that what I am?
But in the end, Anthony (Prometheus) swallowed his resignation and stepped forward a few paces, coming to stand beside Frieren and Himmel, and offered a greeting.
"Hello. You can call me Promi — I'm someone from the realm of the departed, or somewhere like it."
Anthony (Prometheus) said calmly: "I know Himmel. It took quite a bit of effort, but I managed to bring this one back."
"Ah. Thank you."
Frieren nodded and couldn't quite find a better response than that, while Anthony (Prometheus) immediately took a step back.
He met Himmel's eyes.
Himmel's eyes were saying: Help me out a bit more! Be a good person all the way, mate!
Anthony (Prometheus)'s eyes replied: Absolutely not.
We're already at this point, and you still can't read the room?
This is a date, man, a date! Even if you just took a walk around the block, I'd count that as trying! Calling in backup at a time like this — what kind of move is that?
You're about to personally drag the whole group's reputation into the dirt!
If this still doesn't work out, don't go around telling people you're from our chat group!
Finally, under Anthony (Prometheus)'s withering death-stare, Himmel steeled himself and stepped forward — and Anthony (Prometheus) quietly retreated to where Fern was standing.
He came to stand alongside Fern, who had still not entirely come back to herself.
And Himmel, at last summoning his courage, turned to Frieren and asked:
"So then, Frieren — would you like to go for a walk together?"
Frieren looked down, studying the ground for a long moment, then gave a small, quiet nod.
Himmel's expression visibly transformed in an instant. In what was practically the blink of an eye, his face lit up from ear to ear — and he took Frieren's hand and strode right out the door.
Only Fern was still standing there in a daze, glancing blankly around her for quite a while before her gaze finally settled on Anthony (Prometheus).
"Hello — you're Mr. Promi, is that right?"
At last Fern couldn't help asking: "What exactly just happened?"
"Ah, you mean right now?"
For a moment, Anthony (Prometheus)'s face took on a deeply moved, vaguely bittersweet expression. He reached over and patted Fern on the shoulder, making a sound somewhere between a sigh and an exclamation.
Honestly, at this point, Anthony (Prometheus) figured there probably wouldn't be any more curveballs.
And so, in the end, he turned to Fern and said:
"Brace yourself, kid."
"In a little while, you'll probably have a grand-teacher. And if you wait a bit longer — you might find yourself helping your grand-teacher and your teacher look after a little one."
Looking at Fern, Anthony (Prometheus) spoke with an expression of something almost like commiseration:
"After all, those two — when it comes to this sort of thing — are basically hopeless. You can't count on either of them."
Bombarded with this avalanche of information, Fern's mind went blank — and finally she looked at Anthony (Prometheus), unable to stop herself from asking one last question:
"Then — then what are you to us?"
Anthony (Prometheus) was briefly silent, and then, toggling between wistfulness and gritted-teeth resignation, he spoke:
"Me? Call it whatever you like. You could say I'm something like a grand-teacher's uncle. Or if that really doesn't fit, just think of me as your future grand-teacher's godfather."
"He won't have any objections."
Listening to Anthony (Prometheus)'s words, a large, involuntary question mark materialized on Fern's forehead.
Time has a way of feeling both impossibly brief and impossibly long all at once.
Walking through the flower fields that had somehow bloomed just beyond the edge of town — at some point, when no one quite knew — both Himmel and Frieren felt exactly that.
Flowers in the dead of winter, you ask? Where did those come from?
You'd have to ask Anthony (Prometheus) and his King of the Underworld about that.
No flower-field magic involved whatsoever, they said.
All one could say was what had been said before — if the King of the Underworld ever found out he was being summoned for purposes like this, there was a fair chance he'd simply rot away on the assembly line in protest.
But Frieren and Himmel, walking through the flowers just then, naturally gave none of that any thought whatsoever.
They wandered through the blooms, crouching down, studying each flower they came across.
There was none of the passionate, sweeping emotion one might have imagined for such a reunion — it felt, simply, like nothing more than stepping out the door for a stroll.
And then, on the way home, catching sight of a dear friend returning from far away — and smiling, and saying:
Oh, you're back too?
And yet, somewhere beneath it all, a quiet ache was slowly spreading.
For Frieren that was already enough — and for Himmel, who had always been fully human and felt things with all the depth that implied, it ran deeper still.
Finally, the two of them lay down together in the flower field, watching the clouds drift in from the horizon, side by side in silence.
Until, after a long while, Frieren spoke softly:
"Just now I was thinking — what if, in that moment, you had suddenly vanished? As though none of this had ever existed."
"And then what?"
Himmel nodded, curious. Frieren didn't answer. She just pulled her neck a little deeper into her scarf.
The weather was still quite cold.
"After all this time apart — and the first thing you say to me of your own accord is that?"
Himmel said this, something faintly exasperated in his voice. Frieren lowered her eyes slightly and offered no reply.
Only after a long while did Frieren speak again, softly:
"Himmel — during our travels, sometimes I would suddenly miss you quite a lot."
"I thought about you every single moment."
Himmel laughed, and fired back a playful line just like that — which moved Anthony (Prometheus), watching from somewhere up on the hillside, to the verge of genuine, involuntary tears.
And left Fern, sitting nearby, rather bewildered.
"Mr. Promi — right now, are you…?"
"Nothing. Just the feeling of watching a son finally grow up."
Anthony (Prometheus) let out a sigh, then opened the chat group and — without hesitation — started a live stream.
For something this moving, how could the group be left out?
[Lord of the Immaculate Throne has started a live stream]
[Konoha's Yellow Flash has joined the stream]
[The Strictest Father of the Demon King has joined the stream]
[Founder of the Golden Spirit has joined the stream]
[AAA City Ghost has joined the stream]
[AAA City Ghost: Wait, what's going on? What happened?]
[Lord of the Immaculate Throne: The one confirmed bachelor in this group finally has a shot at not being single anymore. Surely that's worth celebrating?]
[Konoha's Yellow Flash: Honestly? Yeah, it really is.]
[Founder of the Golden Spirit: How far along are they?]
[Lord of the Immaculate Throne: Looks like they're getting close to a confession? Hold on, don't rush — let's see how this plays out.]
Having typed all that, Anthony (Prometheus) finally looked back at the scene before him with full, anticipatory attention.
And in the live stream shared with the chat group members, the audience erupted into a flurry of chatter, energy rapidly building.
After all, when Himmel had spent the entire previous night dragging everyone through his agonizing, endless parade of confession proposals — the whole group had been put through the wringer along with him.
Now that they were finally close to a result, it meant the group's collective suffering was nearly at an end.
While watching the scene unfolding below, Anthony (Prometheus) glanced back at Fern.
"Come to think of it — Frieren never told you much about herself and Himmel, did she?"
"Not a great deal, no."
Fern shook her head. And Anthony (Prometheus)'s face curved into a small smile as he said softly:
"That's all right. There'll be plenty more to hear soon."
Without quite realizing it, a trace of quiet expectation had settled into his eyes as well.
At last, down in the sea of flowers below, the long stretch of time the two had spent gazing up at the sky together reached its end.
Brief moments always pass so quickly. Himmel rose to his feet. Frieren looked at him, seeming about to say something herself — but then heard him call her name:
"Frieren, there's something I want to say to you."
"What is it?"
Frieren instinctively startled slightly, then looked at Himmel and asked.
But Himmel seemed to fall into a brief hesitation. He tilted his face up toward the sky and didn't turn back — yet he spoke to Frieren:
"Frieren — how do you see me, exactly? As a companion?"
How do I see you?
Frieren tilted her head slightly, stood up, and looked toward Himmel in some confusion — already preparing to give the obvious answer, but then found her gaze dropping away.
That didn't seem quite right. Companion was the natural word, of course — but it didn't feel quite so simple as that.
At some point, this bond must have already moved beyond 'companion.'
Maybe during some moment on their travels together. Maybe in some sudden, dawning instant after the journey ended.
But it had always been Himmel who held himself back on his own — and it had never been put into words.
And now, here and now, Himmel seemed to be saying: the long wait is over.
And so Himmel said — let us begin again.
Today was a good day. The wind was gentle, and the sky was quiet.
In the sea of flowers, Himmel turned and looked back, dropped to one knee, and took Frieren's hand.
"Frieren."
He said: "Will you marry me?"
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