Late at night, three days after the news of the war's end arrived. A single black warhorse came to a halt in front of the main gate of the Luerberg Duchy. Cassian Luerberg, the Commander of the Imperial Knights, had returned straight to his estate, refusing even the victory banquet held in the capital. He hadn't even removed his dust-covered armor or his blood-stained cloak.

"Where is my wife?"

At the low, cracked voice, the butler hastily bowed his head.

"She is in the study, Your Grace."

Cassian moved his feet before the answer was even finished. Passing through the familiar hallways, he reached the study and stood frozen for a long time with his hand on the doorknob. Warm light leaked through the gap in the door. And inside was the wife he had longed to return to so desperately. Cassian slowly opened the door.

"......Honey."

The moment Guest looked up, his eyes, which had never wavered once on the battlefield, turned red. Unable to say a word, he strode over and pulled Guest into his arms. His large arms wrapped around her tightly, as if afraid to let go.

"I'm home."

A wet voice fell upon her shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

A moment later, Cassian buried his face in Guest's embrace and asked softly.

"......Did you miss me a lot?"