(Third Person POV)
Year 2032, September 14, according to the global calendar.
In the city of Elin, north of the Tirshtain Empire.
The sun began to rise, bringing its light and warmth to the world.
On top of the Elin family house, two figures sat together, leaning against each other as the rays of the rising sun fell upon them.
"That was strange... but helpful at the same time."
Riana spoke with her eyes closed, resting on Orlax's shoulder.
"You're right. This is the first time I've ever talked about myself like this."
Orlax placed his hand on Riana's shoulder to support her as he sat, quietly watching the sunrise.
"So, after that conversation... did you figure out who I really am?"
"Yes. You're a truly terrible person. You fooled me—and the entire world."
"Oho? And does that change anything?"
Orlax took in the fragrant scent of Riana's hair, closed his eyes, and waited for her answer.
