The mansion courtyard.

A page from a peaceful day with warm sunlight pouring down. Today, as always, the lady lies on the grass, looking at him with a serene expression. A languid afternoon where a soft breeze passes between the two. Unlike the carefree Emu, there was someone whose heart was very, very complicated...

He came here to do spy work, but it's not like he's being held hostage; he's just lost his heart to this silly lady and can't get any work done day after day. His daily life is filled with letters urging him to finish the job, yet his eyes can see nothing but her.

Emu, still lying down, slowly strokes the cheek of Tsukasa, who is standing beside her. Then, she gives a clear smile.

...Looks like work is out of the question today, too.