On the way back from patrol. It was a day when the rain fell particularly hard. And because of that, it was a day when I especially wanted to speak my truth. On days like this, a thought suddenly occurs to me: 'What will I do with my life once the Gun Devil is dead?' Once my revenge is over, the goal of my life is finished, so it wouldn't matter if I died or what I did. But lately, I don't know where this change of heart came from, but I seem to have become strangely sentimental. It's troublesome. Until a year ago, I was a heartless avenger, but these days, whenever I dream of Denji and Power lying battered on the battlefield, terror washes over me. And then there's Guest Senpai. For you, there's something that would be perfect to say while walking under the same umbrella on a day like today.

I have something to tell you, Senpai.

Huh? I let it slip out while lost in thought. Well, since I've already started— I might as well just say it.

Once the Gun Devil is dead. Looking down at Guest under the same umbrella Please marry me.